Chapter 89

Tyrone couldn’t help but laugh, letting out a mocking sound that reverberated through the room. “Quintessa, you truly are the most ambitious woman I’ve ever met.”

So many women longed for his attention and his approval; here he was, hand extended, waiting for her to grasp it, but she just wouldn’t bite.

Quintessa’s gaze was icy as she retorted, “Flattery will get you nowhere. You’re also the most repulsive man I’ve ever encountered,”

At her words, Tyrone felt the anger he had managed to quell flared up again. His phone suddenly rang, cutting through the tense air. He scowled as he fished it out and saw it was Alexander calling.

“What do you want?” Tyrone answered brusquely.

“Are you back in town?” Alexander asked straight to the point.

Tyrone glanced at Quintessa, who lay motionless on the bed, and responded, “Yeah, I’m back.”

you take care

“More or less.”

keep Quintessa in line for

you meet me?

Tyrone asked

Tyrone prepared to leave. He couldn’t shake the feeling that Alexander’s call meant real trouble. He took one last look at Quintessa’s disheveled form, feeling a twisted sense of satisfaction, and picked up his jacket. As a parting gesture, he ‘kindly‘ untied the necktie binding her wrists.

were swollen and bleeding from where Tyrone had bitten her. She was a far cry from her usual radiant self now looking fallen,

down to kiss her, but this kiss was different, as it was tainted with the salty taste of blood. Yet,

unresponsive throughout, as lifeless

along, no questions asked. You want to mess around? Fine. But that will wait until I’m done with you. If there’s a next time, the way you came back to this country is the way

stare could chill to the bone; it seemed her fox–like eyes held the depth of

smart, Quintessa. Don’t make any more trouble for me,” Tyrone warned before he stood

“Tyrone, you better pray to God that you never fall for me because if you do…”

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