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.

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

her bra, she felt despair creep in, but just then, the door

honey, I heard Mr. York was here

witnessed the scene before her, her face was a mix of shock and regret; she wished someone would

his hand outstretched in a futile attempt to stop her. She had

second, James turned his back, "Uh. Mr. York, my apologies,

wished he could

like crying. Who would've thought these two would dare to get frisky in broad daylight, in the dressing room

was her big boss, Violet felt her heart sink. She had just interrupted the man's private affairs. She was in

to run, but meeting Quintessa's gaze, Violet found herself rooted to

all, Quintessa was

her throat, 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 moment. I didn't expect to see you with Quinn." Compared to Tyrone's icy, murderous glare, Quintessa almost whistled.

what a pity. You missed out