Chapter 112

The thing was, it was a woman’s dress–a woman’s dreas that she had worn.

Tyrone had gone off the deep end, completely bonkers, wearing someone else’s hand–me–downs.

With a nonchalant backward slump, Tyrone drawled, “Booking rooms is your thing, isn’t it? The hotel you chose that night wasn’t bad, I must admit, and I was quite satisfied.”

Quintessa chuckled, rolling up her sleeves with a smirk, “Oh, finally coming clean, are we? I thought you’d play the shrinking violet forever, and never own up to it. Well, since you’ve opened up, let’s have a proper chat.”

The emphasis she put on ‘proper chat‘ signaled she meant business.

Tyrone squinted his eyes; his devilishly charming face made him look like he was asking for a punch, “Have I ever denied it? Really?”

Though he never confirmed it, he certainly never denied it either.

up, let’s talk about the money for that room. I’m not going to fleece you–let’s split it,

even more miserly over the years,

Tyrone grabbed it and pulled her hand down towards him suggestively, “Tsk, but

yanking her hand back, stood up with a face so cold that it could

Wind. Where’s that leading role now? You had a free night with me, and I haven’t even pressed you for that. All I’m asking for is half the room cost, and

back with his hands behind his head, “Broke.”

out

“Get lost.”

at the door as if to say, ‘get out or I’ll sic the dogs on

with her onto the bed, “So you do want to roll

just how shameless Tyrone could be. To everyone else, he was untouchable, never sparing a

her teeth, she seethed, “Tyrone, can you

began to undo the buttons of her blouse with his teeth, he asked rhetorically, “Shame? What’s

her blouse began

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