Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

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.

scoff. “Ha! Since you’ve owned up, let’s talk about the money for that room. I’m not going to fleece you–let’s split it, $263. Since you’re so broke that you can barely

“Damn, you’ve become even more miserly over the years, not

her hand down towards him suggestively, “Tsk, but as I recall, a lady offered

with a face so

on the condition that I landed the lead role in ‘Whispers in the 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 you’re balking about it?”

with his hands

out laughing.

“Get lost.”

face turned stormy, and she pointed dramatically at the door as if to say, ‘get out or I’ll sic the dogs on you!’

with her onto the

just how shameless Tyrone could be. To everyone else, he was untouchable, never sparing a word or a glance as if it would be charity. But now, she was convinced that he

teeth, she seethed, “Tyrone, can you be

the buttons of her blouse

Tyrone, Quintessa was helpless as her blouse began to come off. “Tyrone,

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