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.”

instead he was admiring what lay before him. He had to admit that Quintessa had a stunning figure – not a pound more, not an

Tyrone had only been intimate with Quintessa once, three years ago.

that night, he reveled in the memory of pure

the only thing worth admiring

glided over Quintessa’s exposed stomach. “So, you want to be my stepmom, huh? Clever plan. But I’m afraid

his old man’s ‘seed‘ was no good

and stared at him with a frosty gaze.

stepmom, but if you want a

or had a

because 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 night with. No, to put it correctly, you’re just a man I’ve spent a night with. I’ve had plenty of men. If

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

Tyrone chuckled

truly handsome sight, yet to Quintessa, that

lay down beside her, “What I’ve touched must remain mine, even if I don’t want it. Years ago, I had a cat for just a week before it ran away. I spent a lot of effort and money to get it back.

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

through Quintessa. This