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.”

take care

“More or less.”

Quintessa in

can you meet me? It’s urgent,” Alexander pressed.

Tyrone asked before hanging

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,

mess. Her hair was clung to her face, and her lips were swollen and bleeding from where Tyrone had bitten her. She was a far

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

remained unresponsive throughout, as lifeless as

his eyes. “Let me make this clear: when I want to play, you’ll play along, no questions asked. You want to mess around? Fine. But that will wait until I’m done with you. If there’s a

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

make any more trouble for me,”

reached the door, her hoarse voice stopped him, “Tyrone, you better pray to God that you never fall for me because if you

in the air, unfinished but clear.

look back

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