Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

The "old man" Tyrone was talking about was currently nursing a massive headache.

After Tyrone stirred up drama with some actresses, Director Frost decided to seize the moment and rushed to film night scenes as soon as the coast was clear.

Jonathan, who had just wrapped up for the day, was looking forward to some downtime. That was until his assistant broke the news that someone was calling him non-stop.

Jonathan glanced at the caller ID; it was a full-blown family assault: Dad, Mom, Grandma - his phone was practically sizzling from the barrage.

With a sigh, Jonathan muttered, "Tyrone, that son of a gun, always plays dirty. Every trick in the book."

He got into the nanny van back to the hotel and decided to call his grandma back first. The call connected almost instantly, and Granny Darlene launched into a tirade without missing a beat. Jonathan sighed, "Grandma Darlene, it's late. Shouldn't you be asleep?"

"Sleep? How can I sleep when my grandson is out there kissing men? I'd be lucky if I don't die of shock."

"Tyrone got me drunk, and a fan wanted a photo. I was out of it and just went along. I swear I didn't know. I've never lied to you, Grandma Darlene. I'm straight as an arrow, into women." "Enough, just come back home right now. We never should've let you in that showbiz - drugs, gay scandals, you name it. It's all coming out of the woodwork."

actually. If things go

same show, really pretty. I'll send you a

say, I won't believe

Darlene, I know you're eager for great-grandkids, but let's not put

"Really? Is she pregnant?"

"We're working on it."

hold a great-grandbaby. Oh, why I always have to worry about

stiff as if he'd slept wrong. Opening his eyes, he found Quintessa sprawled across his chest, looking utterly innocent in her sleep. Despite the

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the slightly parted soft, pink lips, she seemed so pure. It was

to kiss

his clothes where Quintessa's

smile twisted into a grimace of disgust as he pinched Quintessa's cheek, "So much for a goddess, huh? A

to nudge Quintessa off, someone knocked on the

"Quinn, I'm coming in."