Chapter 85


    Tyrone stepped out of the elevator with a smug look on his face. “C’mon, give me a 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 y 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 see me saw


    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.


    Quintessa 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 theirst encounter was far from settled. Tyrone woulde for her sooner orter, and


    deep down, she feared that moment.


    Tyrone was patient, leisurely undoing the top button of his shirt.


    “Don’t make me ask twice.”


    With resolve hardening in her chest, Quintessa unlocked the door. “How did you find this ce?”


    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 shed 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 red. “Go home and listen to your mom.”


    Her face was pale, while her eyes were burning with anger.


    Tyrone closed in, yfully 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.


    “Perfect, because I’ve been dying to roll around with you right here. It seems we’re on the same page.”


    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.


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    Her face flushed with panic. “Tyrone, you’re a freaking psycho. Let me go.”


    Seemingly in good spirits, Tyrone sauntered around her room, and eventually found a pair of scissors.


    “Drop the act. You’re no saint. After all, you’ve been with Jerome. Why y the innocent now?”


    Quintesse’s face turned ashen, and everything clicked in her head.


    Tyrone knew about her and Jerome


    Having no idea how much Tyrone knew about it, she feigned ignorance. “What about Jerome? Could


    you be more specific? I have no idea what you’re talking about”


    Tyrone’s jaw clenched in annoyance. “Still ying 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?”