Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Quintessa couldn't deny it-Tyrone was drop-dead gorgeous. Among all the men she knew, none could hold a candle to him. And she certainly didn't mind his kisses.

Even as Tyrone's lips met hers, Quintessa felt a shiver of desire ripple through her body.

But this was just a game of adult attraction, a dance of hormones. Quintessa's mind was sharper than anyone's rationality.

She wasn't about to let Tyrone claim her body so hastily. She knew he probably wouldn't cherish her if things went down this way. Quintessa hadn't expected to walk away from their encounters unscathed every time, but she certainly didn't want it to happen in such a reckless manner.

She had her own plans. If she were to give in, it would be on her terms.

If she were to surrender, she wanted to be unforgettable to Tyrone, and to be the only woman he'd ever think of again, not just another notch on his bedpost.

her tee to her neck, but Quintessa didn't struggle. Instead, she watched him coolly; in her mind, she was racing for a way out,

hands moving to her back, ready to unclasp her bra, she felt despair creep in, but just then, the door

heard Mr. York was

like a fishbone. As she witnessed the scene before her, her face was a mix of shock and regret; she wished someone would come and flatten her out

hand outstretched in a futile attempt to stop her.

back, "Uh. Mr.

wished he could

two would dare to get

her heart sink. She had just interrupted the man's private affairs.

gaze, Violet found

Quintessa was her

Violet mustered her courage and stammered, "I'm sorry, I-I just heard Mr. York was here and I wanted to see you for a

back down, "Tsk, what a pity. You missed out on a