NovelEnglishChapter 50 Quintessa dabbed at the corner of her mouth, where her lipstick had smudged, and drawled, "Mr. York, you're the big shot over at Emberbrook; you've got connections everywhere, right? Why're you telling me? I'm not your wife, not my circus, not my monkeys. If you really wanton your case, put a ring on it." Tyrone could barely conceal his amusement. At this point, Quintessa was adamantly playing coy, and it tickled him pink.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIt was rare to find someone who could hold such composure under fire; so interesting. He found himself oddly looking forward to what the future might hold with her.
He chuckled, "If you don't wanna know, forget it. Matthew's motorcycle? I took care of it. No one's gonna trace the tampered brakes back to us. Next time, try to be less messy. You can't expect to always be lucky enough to have someone as 'kind-hearted' asstumble upon the scene." A fierce coldness began to seep into Quintessa's gaze, her grip on her purse gradually tightening. In a swift move, she spun around, took two quick steps, and yanked on Tyrone's tie with a fierce pull, hissing, "What's this? A threat?" Tyrone looked at her lazily, his eyes filled with interest, "You could say that. Is that an admission?" He had never expected to find himself attracted to such a tough, ruthless woman. But he did. And it was intriguing.
Quintessa's hand crept up to Tyrone's neck, then to his Adam's apple, caressing it gently. She looked up at him with feigned innocence, like a lover whispering sweet nothings, poutingly admitting, "Guilty as charged. Why deny it? I'm a killer. Go on, report me. It's not like it's my first rodeo behind bars!" A mischievous smile played at the corners of her mouth as her fingers crawled from his neck to his lips, tapping them lightly. Her voice turned husky and suggestive, "Or maybe you'd prefer to tell Rachel? Let her know that the infamous Quintessa, the one who bedded her man three years ago, is back. And she's not done playing with her man yet. Send her my way." Tyrone's breathing grew heavier as he grasped her provocative hand, "I've never met a woman with a bigger set of brass ones than you." Her fiery, relentless spirit was like an itch he couldn't scratch. Like a wild mustang, proud and untamable. Not breaking her spirit would be a lifelong regret.
Quintessa hooked her arm around Tyrone's neck and pulled him down, biting his chin provocatively, "Of course, I've got to be bold. Who else would dare to tangle with their future uncle-in-law? Right, Tyrone?" 17:08 Chapter 50 Tyrone wrapped his arms around her slender waist, "You've got a point. Tonight, showJust how bold you can be." Her hand playfully jabbed at his chest, "I guarantee satisfaction."
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmQuintessa pushed Tyrone away and flashed him a devilish in before turning to leave.
Once she was out the door, her expression turned icy. Damn it, a m Tyrone had got a hold on her.
What rotten luck, of all the people, he had to be the witness. Now what?! Silence him permanently? No, the price was too high. The best course of action - seduce him!
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