Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

In this particular matter, Quintessa really wasn't accustomed to letting Tyrone take the lead. She didn't like feeling dominated.

Tyrone's expression was intriguing, but the dim lighting made it hard for Quintessa to make out his features clearly.

Grabbing Tyrone's chin, Quintessa leaned down and kissed him.

Tyrone nearly immediately embraced her. Being kissed, he thought, well, this whole role reversal thing wasn't new to them; he just needed to get used to it. As long as the end result was the same, as long as they got to kiss, it was fine by him.

Tyrone now thought that there really wasn't a need to be so picky. A kiss was better than no kisses at all.

Having been accustomed to a bit of mistreatment, Tyrone was content with even the smallest favor.

If anyone knew that the esteemed Mr. York was living such a stifled situation, he'd be embarrassed beyond words.

in her hands, bit his lower lip gently, and whispered, "Keep your hands to yourself, or else I

for heaven's sake. Show some manners. I am your boss, you know?" Tyrone rolled his eyes inwardly. His hand that had slipped inside wasn't going to come out anytime soon; he

smile was seductive as she leaned in,

while, Quintessa pulled away from Tyrone, settling back into the passenger seat. She touched her lips, her eyes gleaming mischievously, "That's enough for a

felt like a damsel who had just been bullied by a ruffian, which

squinting as he looked at Quintessa's slightly swollen lips. His frustration couldn't be quelled; he said slyly, "You're quite bold,

to be afraid of? You've already changed your name to Tyrone Young. You're mine, why

the unpleasant topic

darkened instantly; and with a snap, he slapped Quintessa's hand away, "Sit properly. Stop messing around. The moment you get in the car, you start seducing me. Let

"Oh, a gentleman,

felt infuriated. Quintessa was a siren; and by her own admission, she was top-notch at teasing. Even a

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