Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Tyrone said, “Pick up Quintessa tonight, and have someone tidy up my room at the Luxe) Haven Club.”

James nodded, “Will do.”

Tyrone’s hand brushed over the spot on his neck where Quintessa had bitten him,

squinting his eyes like a predator biding its time, waiting for its prey to make an appearance.

Meanwhile, Quintessa was in a foul mood as she left the photo studio and got into the car. Seeing Violet already inside, she quickly adjusted her emotions, “Violet, when did you get here? I thought you had something on and couldn’t make it.”

The events of the previous night were one thing for Tyrone to know, but she couldn’t let anyone else find out.

Murder?

Quintessa regretted not having enough time back then; if only she’d had the chance to tamper with Matthew’s motorcycle fuel tank. A collision would then have been more than an accident – the bike would’ve exploded.

Such a damn pity! Quintessa narrowed her eyes, mulling over rapidly.

Tyrone, after all, he was just a man. If she could just keep him hooked, make him unable to live without her, and utterly devoted, then this little secret would be safe for now.

Besides, even if Tyrone had seen something, what of it? Where was the proof? Who else

had seen it?

There were no cameras in that place; Quintessa felt a bit relieved. Even if Tyrone decided to settle scores later and report her, she could accuse him of defamation.

Violet looked at Quintessa with surprise, “Damn, you look like you just slipped out of someone’s bed. Did you just sneak off for a quickie?”

Pulling out the mirror and checking her reflection, Quintessa saw the smudged lipstick and a lingering flush on her face, her eyes still hazy with post–passion lethargy; she did look like she had just had an intimate encounter.

Quintessa laughed, “You got it right, there was a situation, but it wasn’t an affair.”

“What then? Did someone force you?” Violet reached to pull at Quintessa’s clothes.

Quintessa quickly held her hand back, “No, he flirted, I played hard to get, and then turned the tables on him. Don’t worry; do I look like the type to let myself be taken advantage of?”

Violet’s expression darkened, “Who? You’re not even famous yet; you can’t afford to mess

up your relationships with men

Quintessa replied, “Tyrone.”

Violet’s face changed Instantly, “Did you succeed?”

Quintessa threw her a seductive glance, “What do you think? If I set my sights on a man, as long as I want to, can he ever escape my clutches?”

Violet burst out laughing, “You go, girl. Manny, drive.”

Quintessa took out her phone, found Tyrone’s number in the contact list, “He wants to hook up tonight, but I’m not planning to go.”

Violet was puzzled, “Why not? What a great opportunity to reel him in; you’re really going to pass that up?”

Quintessa turned off her phone directly, scoffing, “I need to play the long game. Men are scum; too easy to get and they lose their interest. Just like those stores that do those hunger marketing stunts, I need to make him desperate first.”

Violet slapped Quintessa’s shoulder playfully, “Shit, lucky for me I’m single right now; otherwise with a vixen like you around, my man would be long gone.”

Quintessa rubbed her shoulder, pouting, “Honestly, if he was your man, I doubt I’d even be

interested.”

“Get lost.”

“I’m going to catch some Z’s.”

Quintessa closed her eyes, a cold smirk in her heart. “Tyrone,” she thought to herself, “let’s not rush. We’ve got enough time! Who’s playing who is still up in the air!”NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.