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.”

that Quintessa had a stunning figure – not a pound more, not an ounce less, curves in all the right places.

only been intimate with

in the memory of pure bliss.

worth admiring about her was

Quintessa’s exposed stomach. “So, you want to be my stepmom, huh? Clever plan. But I’m afraid you won’t

old man’s ‘seed‘ was no good

him with a frosty

mockery. “You can try to play stepmom, but if you want a son,

or had a vasectomy. No wonder he wasn’t as outraged as

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

naked and in a humiliating pose, Quintessa glared at Tyrone,

Tyrone chuckled

a truly handsome sight, yet to Quintessa,

“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. Guess where it is now?”

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

through Quintessa. This man