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.”

ignored her; instead 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 the

had only been intimate with Quintessa once, three years

that night, he reveled in the memory of pure bliss.

this woman, the only thing worth admiring

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

old man’s ‘seed‘ was no

frowned, and stared at him with a

to play stepmom, but if you want a son, you’d

understood. Tyrone’s father was likely sterile or had

around just 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

pose, Quintessa glared at Tyrone,

Tyrone chuckled

yet to Quintessa, that smile sent chills

just a

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

ran through Quintessa. This man