Chapter 62
At 2 a.m.. Quintessa had been waiting at the underground parking lot with Manny for a solid four hours.
Manny was yawning relentlessly, his eyes bloodshot and weary, “Quinn, you sure about this to? Maybe
Jerome’s not showing tonight, huh?”
Quintessa seemed immune to fatigue, her face betraying not a hint of tiredness. She nced at her
watch, “Wel give it another hour. If he’s a no–show, we’ll bail,”
Violet had sold Quintessa a hot tip about Jerome’s whereabouts, gleaned from a seasoned
entertainment journalist friend, Jerome usually spent his weekends at Zenobia’s ce until the wee
hours, and then retreated to his apartment. And tonight was Saturday.
They were staking out the parking lot beneath Jerome’s apartment, the most likely ce he’d hit first on
his way
home.
Half an hourter, headlights swept the entrance. Quintessa nudged Manny awake, “Showtimet
Manny snapped to attention, instantly alert.
Quintessa reminded him. “Remember what I told you, get the clear shot, but keep my face out of it*
“Got it. Don’t worry, Quinn. I was the ace of my college photo club.*
She donned her cap and shades, and stepped out of the car.
Jerome killed the engine and stepped out; the door was barely shut when he heard a voice from
behind, “Late night, huh? Where’ve you been gallivanting?”
He spun around to find Quintessa leaning casually against a car, her hair cut into a chic bob. She wore
a crisp white sundress with a short ck leather jacket studded at the shoulders, her legs crossed
nonchntly. She was a mix of innocence, allure, and a dash of rebel.
Seeing Quintessa, a devilish grin broke through Jerome’s otherwise stoic fa?ade. Beneath his schrly
sses, he looked both cultured and wild.
He loosened his tie, taking deliberate steps toward her, “Decided toe looking for me atst?*
Jerome had purposely pressured Director Frost to snag a role from Quintessa, hoping to force her
hand. But days had passed without a word from her, his mood took a plummet, and he was beginning
to think he’d miscalcted. But now here she was.
Quintessa folded her arms, giving Jerome a once–over, “Just checking which little vixen lured my
brother–inw away.”
Jerome opened the top two buttons of his shirt, feeling desire rise at the sight of Quintessa.
“Nobody’s a match for you, if that’s what you want,” he leisurely moved closer.
Quintessa scoffed, “Really? Then if she’s not in my league, howe she snagged my role?” Hands
on hips, chin lifted and chest out, she questioned, “I don’t understand, Jerome. Are you blind or what?
She’s prettier than me, got a nice body, or her skills are good in bed?”
Jerome’s arms encircled Quintessa’s waist, pulling her close with a yank, “Doesn’t matter how good her
skills in bed are. As long as you are willing, she’s nothing to me.”
Suppressing her disgust and the urge to kick where it hurt most, Quintessa tilted her head, and her
handid on his shoulder, whispered into his ear, “So, you really want to sleep with your sister–inw?”
Eyes closed, Jerome inhaled her scent deeply, “Can’t sleep because of it.”
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Chapter 62
Chapter 62
At 2 a.m., Quintessa had been waiting at the underground parking lot with Manny for a solid four hours.
Manny was yawning relentlessly, his eyes bloodshot and weary. “Quinn, you sure about this tip? Maybe
Jerome’s not showing tonight, huh?”
Quintessa seemed immune to fatigue, her face betraying not a hint of tiredness. She nced at her
watch, “We’ll give it another hour. If he’s a no–show, we’ll bail,”
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Violet had sold Quintessa a hot tip about Jerome’s whereabouts, gleaned from a seasoned
entertainment journalist friend. Jerome usually spent his weekends at Zenobia’s ce until the wee
hours, and then retreated to his apartment. And tonight was Saturday.
They were staking out the parking lot beneath Jerome’s apartment, the most likely ce he’d hit first on
his way
home.
Half an hourter, headlights swept the entrance. Quintessa nudged Manny awake, “Showtime.”
Manny snapped to attention, instantly alert.
Quintessa reminded him, “Remember what I told you, get the clear shot, but keep my face out of it.”
“Got it. Don’t worry, Quinn, I was the ace of my college photo club.”
She donned her cap and shades, and stepped out of the car.
Jerome killed the engine and stepped out; the door was barely shut when he heard a voice from
behind, “Late night, huh? Where’ve you been gallivanting?”
He spun around to find Quintessa leaning casually against a car, her hair cut into a chic bob. She wore
a crisp white sundress with a short ck leather jacket studded at the shoulders, her legs crossed
nonchntly. She was a mix of innocence, allure, and a dash of rebel.
Seeing Quintessa, a devilish grin broke through Jerome’s otherwise stoic fa?ade. Beneath his schrly
sses, he looked both cultured and wild.
He loosened his tie, taking deliberate steps toward her, “Decided toe looking for me atst?”
Jerome had purposely pressured Director Frost to snag a role from Quintessa, hoping to force her
hand. But days had passed without a word from her, his mood took a plummet, and he was beginning
to think he’d miscalcted. But now here she was.
Quintessa folded her arms, giving Jerome a once–over, “Just checking which little vixen lured my
brother–inw
away.”
Jerome opened the top two buttons of his shirt, feeling desire rise at the sight of Quintessa.
“Nobody’s a match for you, if that’s what you want,” he leisurely moved closer.
Quintessa scoffed, “Really? Then if she’s not in my league, howe she snagged my role?” Hands
on hips, chin lifted and chest out, she questioned, “I don’t understand, Jerome. Are you blind or what?
She’s prettier than me, got a nice body, or her skills are good in bed?”
Jerome’s arms encircled Quintessa’s waist, pulling her close with a yank, “Doesn’t matter how good her
skills in bed are. As long as you are willing, she’s nothing to me.”
Suppressing her disgust and the urge to kick where it hurt most, Quintessa tilted her head, and her
handid on his shoulder, whispered into his ear, “So, you really want to sleep with your sister–inw?”
Eyes closed, Jerome inhaled her scent deeply, “Can’t sleep because of it.”