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.”

a stunning figure – not a pound more, not an

think of it, Tyrone had only been intimate with Quintessa once, three

night, he reveled in the

the only thing worth admiring about her was her

stepmom, huh? Clever plan. But I’m afraid

man’s ‘seed‘

and stared at him with a

can try to play stepmom, but if you want a son,

was likely sterile or had a vasectomy. No wonder he wasn’t as

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 they all acted like you, I’d be driven mad by

in a humiliating pose, Quintessa glared at Tyrone, yet her dignity was unmarred.

Tyrone chuckled

handsome sight, yet to Quintessa, that smile sent

remain mine, even if I don’t want it. Years ago, I had a cat for just a week before

last meal. Now, there’s a peach tree in my backyard

ran through Quintessa. This man was mad.