Chapter 107

Under Tyrone, a bath towel Quintessa had brought from home was laid out, which was an indication of his disdain for the less–than–stellar accommodations of this place and his refusal to trust the hotel’s linens.

Tyrone ignored Quintessa’s sarcasm as if it were nothing; without budging an inch, he just said while furrowing his brow, “Why’re you back so late?”

His voice was tinged with complaint, blame, and an unsettling familiarity

-as if he were the lord of this domain.

They say beauty grows under the soft glow of lamplight, becoming ever more enchanting.

Quintessa had to admit that the more she looked at Tyrone, the handsomer he seemed. But with each passing moment, she felt her resentment growing.

had a vial of acid in her hand right now, she was convinced that she’d throw it at him without a second thought.

against the wall, Quintessa let the solid structure support her weary body. She would never again show weakness

humiliations, once tasted,

“Geez, you sound like a neglected housewife. Got an itch? Take a left outside, pick any actress–from

teeth ached, literally,

excuse to see Quintessa for days but couldn’t find the right reason or

acquired Spark Entertainment and BrightStar Media, planning to merge them into a single entertainment conglomerate. Kevin intended to inspect

at the chance

he felt his teeth aching even more. She really had a way with words–or rather, a way of getting under his skin.

considering her struggle, but upon

“I’m not the type to fool around, but tonight, I’m all about you.”

for a game, huh? Why didn’t you say so earlier? Why the false modesty? You’re not the casual type, but I can be quite

him to

chest, licking her lips seductively, “Mr. York, however you want to play, I’m game. I’ll make sure you feel right at home, satisfaction guaranteed.”

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