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 was admiring what lay before him. He had to admit that Quintessa had a stunning figure – not a pound more, not an ounce less, curves in all

only been intimate with Quintessa

in

the only thing worth admiring about her was

my stepmom, huh? Clever plan. But I’m afraid you won’t be having

old man’s ‘seed‘

frowned, and stared at him with a frosty

but if you want

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

interfere with my life? What are we to each other? At best, I’m just a woman you’ve spent a night with. No,

glared at Tyrone, yet

Tyrone chuckled

yet to Quintessa, that smile sent chills down her

just a week before it ran away. I spent

I gave it one last meal. Now, there’s a peach tree in my backyard that

ran through Quintessa. This