Chapter 87


    Quintessa knew she was about as significant as an ant in Tyrone’s presence, and her defiance was


    nothing more than a bluff.


    But even in her bluff, she wouldn’t make things easy for him.


    Why should she let him trample all over her?


    With a vicious rip, the skirt she wore was torn in two.


    Tyrone looked at her with icy detachment, “Oops, my bad, Slip of the hand.”


    Now, d only in her underwear, Quintessay on the bed, as vulnerable as amb awaiting ughter.


    Quintessa’s face was stony. “No worries, Mr. York. You can afford it. Just pay me back for the skirt. And


    don’t think about weaseling out of recing my blouse.”


    Tyrone ignored her; instead he was admiring whaty before him. He had to admit that Quintessa had


    a stunning figure – not a pound more, not an ounce less, curves in all the right ces.


    Come to think of it, Tyrone had only been intimate with Quintessa once, three years ago.


    Reflecting on that night, he reveled in the memory of pure bliss.


    Yet, this woman, the only thing worth admiring about her was her body.


    Tyrone’s hand glided over Quintessa’s exposed stomach. “So, you want to be my stepmom, huh?


    Clever n. But I’m afraid you won’t be having any little brothers for me.”


    Content bel0ngs to N?vel(D)r/a/ma.Org.


    Because his old man’s ‘seed‘ was no good anymore.


    Quintessa frowned, and stared at him with a frosty gaze.


    Tyrone’s smile was edged with mockery. “You can try to y stepmom, but if you want a son, you’d


    have to ‘borrow‘ from me.”


    In an instan Quintessa understood. Tyrone’s father was likely sterile or had a vasectomy. No wonder he


    wasn’t as outraged as she expected.


    Quintessa’s eyes were icy. “What do you really want? Came here to throw your weight around just


    because I hooked up with Jerome? What right do you have to interfere with my life? What are we to


    each other? At best, I’m just a woman you’ve spent a night with. No, to put it correctly, you’re just a


    man I’ve spent a night with. I’ve had plenty of men. If they all acted like you, I’d be driven mad by now.”


    Nearly naked and in a humiliating pose, Quintessa red at Tyrone, yet her dignity was unmarred.


    Tyrone chuckled


    – a truly handsome sight, yet to Quintessa, that smile sent chills down her spine.


    Hey down beside her, “What I’ve touched must remain mine, even if I don’t want it. Years ago, I had


    a cat for just a week before it ran away. I spent a lot of effort and money to get it back. Guess where it


    is now?”


    Quintessa stayed silent as Tyrone continued, “The day I brought it back, I gave it onest meal. Now,


    there’s a peach tree in my backyard that blossoms exceptionally well every spring.”


    A shiver ran through Quintessa. This man was mad.


    In Tyrone’s world, there was one rule: what he once upied was left a mark of him and would stay his


    forever; whether he wanted it anymore, no one else could touch it.


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    He was so possessive, domineering, and insanely territorial.


    Quintessa regretted underestimating Tyrone. She had no idea just how messed up he was.


    She wanted nothing more than to escape this one–on–one with Tyrone. Why did she let Manny leave


    early? Who knew what this lunatic would do next?