Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

The pent–up frustration of the last few days was killing him, and he needed relief.

But just as his determination was at its peak, it seemed like the universe was conspiring against him.

A sudden, urgent knocking echoed through the room before the door swung open, “Quin…”

Tyrone’s towering frame shielded Quintessa completely as he barked out, “Get the hell out.”

Manny, scared out of his wits, quickly shut the door behind him. From outside, he shouted, “Quinn, we gotta hit the road soon. I’ll wait for you in the car, you better hurry up.” This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Quintessa exhaled a sigh of relief, pushing Tyrone slightly, “Let go.”

Tyrone stood motionless. As if he would let go. Yeah, right.

Quintessa tried again, “Let go.”

Tyrone’s face turned cold as he slowly adjusted his tie, “When I want something, nobody can stand in my way.”

Quintessa felt a knot in her stomach. She knew she couldn’t stop him if he really wanted her. Getting tough with him would only backfire on her.

Biting her lip and seething inside, she softened her tone, “Not now, I’ve got something to do.”

Tyrone replied, “Well, I don’t.”

When someone was that stubborn, they really had no limits.

Quintessa, trembling with anger, despised the way Tyrone always acted so superior, as if he didn’t have to care about how anyone else felt, only what he wanted.

Quintessa struggled to force a small smile, “Tyrone, I really do have pressing matters. Let’s play another time, okay?”

Tyrone declared, “Tonight!”

After a moment of internal struggle, Quintessa smiled, “Alright!”

His eyes locked onto Quintessa, trying to gauge whether she was lying. Seeing her seemingly genuine smile, he finally let go, “I’ll have someone pick you up tonight.”

Ignoring his remark, she said, “I need to change. Can you step out for a moment?”

Tyrone hooked his finger on her slipping dress, “It’s not the first time you undressed in

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front of me, what’s there to be shy about?

His comment left Quintessa grinding her teeth In frustration. She nodded, “True, I’m actually better at taking my clothes off than putting them on, especially in front of men.”

Quintessa angrily kicked off her shoes and peeled off the dress that was barely clinging to her body, grabbing her own clothes to put on. In her heart, she wished she could chop Tyrone into pieces and feed him to the dogs.

As she dressed, she couldn’t help but ask, “Tyrone, do you find it thrilling to sleep with your own niece– in–law?”

Tyrone’s gaze never left her as he pondered why he agreed to let her go. Why had he gone. soft?

Narrowing his eyes, he admitted, “Indeed, it’s quite a thrill.”

Quintessa scoffed, “I bet getting caught in the act by my aunt would be even more thrilling.”

He reached out and pulled her close by the waist, “What, looking for a repeat performance?”

She looked at him, “Even in my dreams.”

After pushing him away, she said, “Alright, I gotta dash; see you around, Mr. York.”

But Tyrone didn’t let go. His expression was icy, his words rogue, “You think you can just leave without giving me a little something?”

No sooner had he finished speaking than Quintessa’s lips were on his. The kiss was like a spark to gasoline, and in an instant, there were fireworks.

Breathless, Quintessa pulled back, wiping a trace of moisture from her lower lip with a thumb, her tone flippant, “If you wanted a kiss that badly, you could’ve just taken it directly.”