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.”

Quintessa had a stunning figure – not a pound more, not an ounce

Tyrone had only been intimate with Quintessa once, three years

night, he reveled in the memory of pure bliss.

woman, the only thing worth

over Quintessa’s exposed stomach. “So, you want to be my stepmom, huh? Clever plan.

‘seed‘ was

frowned, and stared at him

try to play stepmom, but if you want a son,

or had

throw your weight 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 it correctly, you’re just a man I’ve spent a night with. I’ve had plenty of men. If

glared at Tyrone, yet her dignity

Tyrone chuckled

to Quintessa,

beside her, “What I’ve touched must remain mine, even if I don’t want it. Years ago, I had a cat for just

gave it one last meal. Now, there’s a peach tree in

shiver ran through Quintessa. This man was mad.