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Chapter 73

Quintessa dressed at a leisurely pace, unfazed by Mrs. York’s presence in the room.

She wouldn’t be embarrassed even if it were her son standing there – modesty wasn’t exactly her strong suit.

But Ms. York was another story. The mention of her son sent her into a tizzy. “Nonsense, my son would never allow strangers in his

home

the sprawling York estate, he’d make sure his bedroom was

Even his

his mother might drop by now and then, but friends? Never.

Tyrone hadn’t come home all night, and now

was, checking on him, only to

into her jeans, taunting, “Auntie, you’re Tyrone’s mom, right? You’ve had kids; surely you don’t think I’m here just for a

seemed to deepen with her frown. “You shameless creature, how could my son possibly be interested in you?” Quintessa zipped up her jacket, ‘Sorry to

York pointed an accusatory finger, “Just wait until my son deals

should say that. As the ‘siren,

stormed toward the bedroom – a place she rarely

was asleep, with a blanket slinging low around his waist, bare–chested in

with scandalous thoughts of the previous night’s encounters. Her only thought

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