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.”

to admit that Quintessa had a stunning figure – not a pound more, not an ounce less, curves

of it, Tyrone had only been intimate with

he reveled in the memory of pure

thing worth admiring

be my stepmom, huh? Clever

‘seed‘ was no

stared at him

smile was edged with mockery. “You can try to play stepmom, but if you want

or had a vasectomy. No wonder he wasn’t

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 it correctly,

glared at Tyrone, yet her dignity

Tyrone chuckled

a truly handsome sight, yet to Quintessa, that smile sent chills down her

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

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

shiver ran through Quintessa. This