Chapter 111


    Quintessa couldn’t help but roll her eyes, while draping an armzily across her face; then she said


    with a voice dripping with sarcasm, “Wow, that’s some fetish, spying on me while I pee?”


    Tyrone was speechless.


    Quintessa had thought she wouldn’t care, but damn it, now she had stage fright and couldn’t do her


    business.


    With a fierce re at Tyrone, she yanked up her jeans and stomped past him, deliberately stepping on


    his foot as she exited.


    Tyrone winced, the corner of his mouth twitching in pain.


    After brushing her teeth and washing her face, Quintessa cleaned up and went out for some oatmeal.


    Tyrone emerged from the bathroom just in time to see Quintessa pulling a muffin out of a paper bag,


    and he couldn’t help butment, “You should stick to the oatmeal, and skip the muffins. An actress


    needs to watch her figure; don’t you worry about turning into a barrel?”


    If he hadn’t been thinking about her stomach issues, he wouldn’t have let her near the oatmeal.


    That fast food, bought by some other guy, ugh..


    Quintessaughed with a hint of mockery, “Not eating them, huh? You worried I’ll get a barrel waist?


    Since when is my body any of your business?”


    Was Tyrone known for being fussy and nitpicky? Didn’t Quintessa know that? He wouldn’t touch fast


    food with a ten–foot pole. Even the thought of it made him ufortable.


    “Of course, it’s my business. The one holding you at night is…”


    He didn’t finish his sentence as Quintessa snatched up a plump muffin and took a big bite.


    Tyrone was speechless.


    Quintessa savored her meal; someone who had known hunger surely understood the value of food and


    never wasted it.


    Tyrone frowned as he watched her devour the muffin and slurp down her oatmeal.


    He had seen plenty of women who ate like birds to maintain their figures, terrified of gaining an ounce.


    But Quintessa? She ate heartily in front of him without a care.


    Watching her, Tyrone suddenly felt hungry himself. Were those muffins really that good?


    Tyrone grumbled, “At least try to eat like ady. You’re a mess.”


    Quintessa lifted her chin defiantly, “There’s the door. Use it.”


    Who did Tyrone think he was?


    Go along with him, and he’d tire of you quickly. Push back, and sometimes you’d get a rise out of him.


    But strike the right bnce, and his interest would never wane.


    Quintessa intended to keep him on the hook; she was determined to make him fall for her, and to make


    him understand what it felt like to be tormented.


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    Tyrone slid onto the seat next to Quintessa, close enough to make her skin tingle.


    “With all that food, aren’t you afraid of getting fat? Give me one.”


    His handnded casually on her shoulder.


    Quintessa didn’t budge, her voice tinged with scorn, “Go get your own. Letting you crash here for the


    night was charity enough. You want me to feed you too? What, did the York family hit rock bottom?”


    Tyrone had his lips curled into a smirk, while his eyes flicked over to the bowl of oatmeal with dates,


    “Feed me one of those dates,”


    Quintessa pped his hand away with a scoff, “How about I give you a date with the door?”


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    Tyrone’s lips, red and thin, were usually cold and detached, but now they bore a teasing smile, “Why


    would I leave? We haven’t finished rolling in the hay, have we?”


    Quintessa bit back her irritation, “Mr. York, are you that broke? Can’t afford your own hotel, so you


    crash at my ‘fancy‘ ce? And who allowed you to wear my tee? Can you even afford it?”


    She nced at Tyrone, who was decked out in her tee, and couldn’t help butugh. Who would have


    thought Tyrone would one day be wearing a $13 shirt?


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