Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Chapter 128

Quintessa scoffed offhandedly. “Oh, thanks”

“That’s 11?”

With a click, Quintessa switched on the bedside wall lamp.

The dim light was comforting, but Quintessa’s eyes were piercing. She said, “What else do you want then? to get in bed?”

Her tongue was full of bite wounds, and when she first woke up, all she felt was a headache.

Now, as her mind was becoming clearer, the pain from the wounds on her tongue began throbbed with each word, especially she spoke, her teeth grazing the tender spots made it even more painful.

Tyrone was at a loss for words, exasperated, “Quintessa, do you even know what gratitude is?”

he did want to sleep with Quintessa, but, when she threw it out there so nonchalantly, he found himself unable to say them out

York, you’re still playing the saint? If you’re looking for a goody two shoes, you’ve got the wrong girl. I’m infamous for my ingratitude

but that didn’t mean everything before could be forgiven.

eyes, and that mocking twist of her lips, he swallowed his anger, unable to let

and I’m fucking

over and lay down, pulling up the blanket and turning his back,

and glanced at the clock

to sleep, her mind replaying the most

she should thank

wasn’t petulance; it was the resentment she harbored for this man in her heart, the humiliation that day

day at Tyrone’s residence – divided by a wide chasm of unsaid words

closed her eyes, thinking of Roxanne, how should she take revenge on that

her efforts have gone to waste? She was plotting

on her waist – Tyrone’s arm pressing over

Damn it!

Then have the guts to not stick close.”