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 had to admit that Quintessa had a stunning figure – not

Tyrone had only been intimate with

in the memory of pure

this woman, the only thing worth admiring about her was her body.

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

his old man’s ‘seed‘ was no good

frowned, and stared at him with a frosty

stepmom, but if

likely sterile or had a vasectomy. No wonder he

interfere with my life? What are we to each other? At best, I’m just

humiliating pose, Quintessa glared at Tyrone, yet her dignity

Tyrone chuckled

yet to Quintessa,

cat for just a week before it ran away. I spent a lot of effort and money to get it back. Guess

day I brought it back, I gave it one last meal.

through Quintessa.