Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Chapter 87

Quintessa knew she was about as significant as an ant in Tyrone’s presence, and her defiance was nothing more than a bluff.

But even in her bluff, she wouldn’t make things easy for him.

Why should she let him trample all over her?

With a vicious rip, the skirt she wore was torn in two.

Tyrone looked at her with icy detachment, “Oops, my bad, Slip of the hand.”

Now, clad only in her underwear, Quintessa lay on the bed, as vulnerable as a lamb awaiting slaughter.

Quintessa’s face was stony. “No worries, Mr. York. You can afford it. Just pay me back for the skirt. And don’t think about weaseling out of replacing my blouse.”

He had to admit that Quintessa had a stunning figure – not a pound more, not an ounce

had only been intimate with Quintessa once, three

reveled in the memory of pure bliss.

the only thing worth admiring about her was her

stomach. “So, you want to be my stepmom, huh? Clever plan. But I’m afraid you won’t be having any little brothers

his old man’s ‘seed‘ was no

and stared at him

was edged with mockery. “You can try to play stepmom, but if you want a son, you’d have to

an instan Quintessa understood. Tyrone’s father was likely sterile or had a vasectomy. No wonder he wasn’t as outraged as

I hooked up with Jerome? What right do you have to interfere with my life? What are we to each other? At best, I’m just a woman you’ve spent a

naked and in a humiliating pose, Quintessa glared at Tyrone, yet her dignity was

Tyrone chuckled

Quintessa,

want it. Years ago, I had a cat for just

last meal. Now, there’s a peach

shiver ran through Quintessa. This man was