In this particr matter, Quintessa really wasn''t ustomed to letting Tyrone take the lead. She didn''t


    like feeling dominated.


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    Tyrone''s expression was intriguing, but the dim lighting made it hard for Quintessa to make out his


    features clearly.


    Grabbing Tyrone''s chin, Quintessa leaned down and kissed him.


    Tyrone nearly immediately embraced her. Being kissed, he thought, well, this whole role reversal thing


    wasn''t new to them; he just needed to get used to it. As long as the end result was the same, as long


    as they got to kiss, it was fine by him.


    Tyrone now thought that there really wasn''t a need to be so picky. A kiss was better than no kisses at


    all.


    Having been ustomed to a bit of mistreatment, Tyrone was content with even the smallest favor.


    If anyone knew that the esteemed Mr. York was living such a stifled situation, he''d be embarrassed


    beyond words.


    Quintessa cradled Tyrone''s face in her hands, bit his lower lip gently, and whispered, "Keep your hands


    to yourself, or else I might just chop them off."


    "I''m here to help you, for heaven''s sake. Show some manners. I am your boss, you know?" Tyrone


    rolled his eyes inwardly. His hand that had slipped inside wasn''t going toe out anytime soon; he


    could just stay still in there.


    "So this is my way of thanking you." Quintessa''s smile was seductive as she leaned in, herst words


    fading into their kiss.


    The temperature inside the car gradually rose. After a while, Quintessa pulled away from Tyrone,


    settling back into the passenger seat. She touched her lips, her eyes gleaming mischievously, "That''s


    enough for a quick thrill. Let''s go now."


    The corner of Tyrone''s mouth twitched. He felt like a damsel who had just been bullied by a ruffian,


    which was a totally bizarre feeling.


    Tyrone didn''t move, squinting as he looked at Quintessa''s slightly swollen lips. His frustration couldn''t


    be quelled; he said slyly, "You''re quite bold, aren''t you afraid I came here to abduct you?"


    Quintessa leaned in, lifting Tyrone''s chin, "What''s there to be afraid of? You''ve already changed your


    name to Tyrone Young. You''re mine, why would I be afraid?”


    As the unpleasant topic resurfaced,


    Tyrone''s face darkened instantly; and with a snap, he pped Quintessa''s hand away, "Sit properly.


    Stop messing around. The moment you get in the car, you start seducing me. Let me tell you, I''m not


    someone who''s loose with morals, tm a decent man, you understand?"


    Quintessa nced down, "Oh, a gentleman, really? I couldn''t tell."


    Gritting his teeth, Tyrone felt infuriated. Quintessa was a siren; and by her own admission, she was top-


    notch at teasing. Even a single nce from her could leave you. spellbound, "Just shut up for


    Don''t even open your mouet


    a''m not


    in a good mood, and right now, you need to please me. Otherwise, I


    won''t take you anywhere." Content


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    Resting her head on her hand, Quintessa smiled seductively, "But didn''t youe looking for me?"


    Tyrone gritted his teeth so hard he thought they might break, "Fine, my bad for speaking."


    Talking with Quintessa, Tyrone always seemed to be at a disadvantage.


    Tyrone started the car and pressed the gas pedal hard. The car shot forward.


    Suddenly, Quintessa was in a good mood. Watching Tyrone''s flustered and exasperated expression


    brought her joy.


    Now, her interactions with Tyrone now felt different from before, though it was hard to say exactly how.


    It was hard to exin, hard to rify. They were entangled in a way that felt like going in circles in a


    dead-end street. But one thing Quintessa was sure of was that her initial dislike for Tyrone had


    somewhat dissipated.