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.”

him. He had to admit that Quintessa had a stunning figure – not a pound more, not

been intimate

he reveled in the memory of pure bliss.

only thing worth admiring about her was

want to be my stepmom, huh? Clever plan. But I’m

his old man’s ‘seed‘ was no good

at him with a frosty

can try to play stepmom, but if

Quintessa understood. Tyrone’s father was likely sterile or had a vasectomy. No wonder he

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 night with. No, to put it correctly, you’re just a man I’ve spent a night with. I’ve

Quintessa glared at Tyrone,

Tyrone chuckled

yet to Quintessa, that smile sent chills

don’t want it. Years ago, I had a cat for just a week before it ran away. I

as Tyrone continued, “The day I brought it back, I gave it one last meal. Now, there’s a peach tree

ran through Quintessa. This man