NovelEnglishChapter 85 Tyrone stepped out of the elevator with a smug look on his face. "C'mon, givea holler before we get started." Quintessa's teeth were practically grinding as she took a deep breath. "I couldn't care less. Mr. York. Are you sure this is how you want to play it?" "Of course not,” he smirked. “I always prefer a live showdown-open up." Startled, Quintessa blurted, "I'm seriously shooting a scene out here." Tyrone let out a derisive chuckle. “Cut the crap. I know you're in there. If you don't want to seesaw down this door, you'll open it like a good girl." With her hand trembling in fright, Quintessa scurried over to the door. Peering through the peephole, she met his fiery gaze, which instantly turned her knees to jelly.
She knew he couldn't see her, yet the very thought sent shivers down her spine.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtQuintessa saw the man outside wear a casual smile, but having struggled through enough close calls to have a razor-sharp sense for danger, she still sensed that something about Tyrone was off.
She knew that their last encounter was far from settled. Tyrone would cfor her sooner or later, and deep down, she feared that moment.
Tyrone was patient, leisurely undoing the top button of his shirt.
"Don't makeask twice." With resolve hardening in her chest, Quintessa unlocked the door. "How did you find this place?" Ignoring her question, Tyrone shoved past her, kicked the door shut, and scanned the apartment with a disgusted look. "Men have been here." Quintessa snapped back, "Obviously, my assistant is here daily." "And he's a man, too." "What do you want?" Quintessa eyed him warily.
Tyrone flashed a grin; he tossed his phone aside, shed his coat, and with a predatory smile, his lips the color of fresh blood, he said, "What do I want? You. Now, shall we hear those moans?" Quintessa's temper flared. "Go hand listen to your mom." Her face was pale, while her eyes were burning with anger.
Tyrone closed in, playfully lifting her chin with his fingers. "I'd much prefer to hear you call out." Quintessa swatted his hand away. "Get lost." Without warning, Tyrone scooped her up and tossed her onto the bed.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Perfect, because I've been dying to roll around with you right here. It seems we're on the spage." Quintessa's heart skipped a beat, she tried to get up, only to be pinned back down by Tyrone.
Yanking off his tie, he quickly bound her wrists, then secured them to the bedpost.
1/2 19:24 Chapter 85 Her face flushed with panic. "Tyrone, you're a freaking psycho. Letgo.”
Seemingly in good spirits, Tyrone sauntered around her room, and m eventually found a pair of scissors. "Drop the act. You're no saint. After all, you've been with Jerome. Why play the innocent now?" Quintesse's face turned ashen, and everything clicked in her head.
Tyrone knew about her and Jer
Having no idea how much Tyrone knew about it, she feigned ignorance. "What about Jerome? Could you be mere specific? I have no idea what you're talking about"
Tyrone's jaw clenched in annoyance. "Still playing tough, huh? The photos caught you two pretty cozy. How was the little rendezvous in the parking lot? Enjoyable, eh?" Suddenly feeling a chilling calm, Quintessa stared at Tyrone coolly "So, Mr. York, what are you doing? Are you jealous?"
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