Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Jerome caught a glimpse of Quintessa’s sultry red lips and felt his Adam’s apple bob. Closing his eyes, he leaned in to plant a kiss!

But Quintessa was quick to put a stop to it, placing her index finger on Jerome’s lips: she uttered, “Dream on. I’m not that easy to get. Otherwise, you wouldn’t still be trying so hard, would you?”

Jerome chuckled softly, utterly enchanted by her resistance. Despite knowing that her heart wasn’t in it, that she was cold, cunning, and quick to turn her back, he couldn’t help but be drawn to her.

She was the prey just out of reach, but he couldn’t get a taste, like an intoxicating poppy – stunningly beautiful yet deadly poisonous.

Such a woman was fatally alluring to a man because one might only encounter her once in a lifetime. Missing out would be a regret only a man could understand.

And right at this moment, there she was, within his reach, a prize Jerome was determined not to let slip away.

Jerome lifted Quintessa’s chin, “That role is yours for the taking, whenever you please.”

Quintessa pouted, snorting, “Pretty words. And what about that vixen, Zenobia?”

With his arms around her, Jerome was desperate for her. He replied, “Zenobia? She’s nothing compared to you. You could be on set tomorrow if you wanted.”

Zenobia meant nothing. Ten of her couldn’t match Quintessa’s allure. Yet, this woman was so elusive.

Quintessa rolled her eyes, “Ha! You think I’m an idiot? A roommate I had abroad once told me never to trust the words of a man who’s only after one thing. Their promises are worth less than a dog’s bark.”

Men? A laughable lot, the least trustworthy of all.

But Jerome wasn’t offended by her comment; he only smiled wider, “So, what do you want?”

Grasping Jerome’s tie, Quintessa twirled it around her fingers, “I want to see action. Give Zenobia the boot and bring me on board. Until I see the real deal, you and I are just talking. I’m no gullible kid.”

Jerome stroked her waist, “Once you get the part, I can’t trust that you’ll see me again.”

He was sure that once Quintessa secured the role, she’d drop him without a second glance. Quintessa was the kind of woman who didn’t let anyone into her heart. She always went for the tangible.

But her emotional detachment was, in a way, an advantage. It meant no one was special to her. Jerome was on an even playing field with everyone else, all vying to pluck the poisonous flower first.

Quintessa gave a knowing smile, “You talk as if you know me so well. Whether I come to see you later, well, that depends on how irresistible you are. If you want me to strip down and wait for you in bed, you’ve got to show some real charm, Jerome. You’re not doubting yourself, are you?”

“It’s not about doubting myself, it’s that I just can’t trust you.” Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Quintessa’s rosy lips curled up, “If you want me, show me you mean it. A couple of sweet nothings won’t get me into bed. It’s not that easy.”