The "old man" Tyrone was talking about was currently nursing a massive headache.


    After Tyrone stirred up drama with some actresses, Director Frost decided to seize the moment and


    rushed to film night scenes as soon as the coast was clear.


    Jonathan, who had just wrapped up for the day, was looking forward to some downtime. That was until


    his assistant broke the news that someone was calling him non-stop.


    Jonathan nced at the caller ID; it was a full-blown family assault: Dad, Mom, Grandma - his phone


    was practically sizzling from the barrage.


    With a sigh, Jonathan muttered, "Tyrone, that son of a gun, always ys dirty. Every trick in the book."


    He got into the nanny van back to the hotel and decided to call his grandma back first. The call


    connected almost instantly, and Granny Darleneunched into a tirade without missing a beat.


    Jonathan sighed, "Grandma Darlene, it''ste. Shouldn''t you be asleep?"


    "Sleep? How can I sleep when my grandson is out there kissing men? I''d be lucky if I don''t die of


    shock."


    "Tyrone got me drunk, and a fan wanted a photo. I was out of it and just went along. I swear I didn''t


    know. I''ve never lied to you, Grandma Darlene. I''m straight as an arrow, into women." "Enough, just


    come back home right now. We never should''ve let you in that showbiz - drugs, gay scandals, you


    name it. It''s alling out of the woodwork."


    Jonathan massaged his temples, feeling defeated, "Grandma Darlene, I''m not gay. And I''ve been


    pursuing this girl, actually. If things go well, I might bring her home for Christmas." "I don''t believe it.


    That''s just an excuse."


    "It''s true. She''s an actress in the same show, really pretty. I''ll send you a picture."


    "No matter what you say, I won''t believe it."


    "Grandma Darlene, I know you''re eager for great-grandkids, but let''s not put the cart before the horse,


    okay?"


    "Really? Is she pregnant?"


    "We''re working on it."


    "Then hurry up. I''m waiting to hold a great-grandbaby. Oh, why I always have to worry about those


    things for you?" "Okay, okay, I got it."


    At 8 o''clock the next morning, Tyrone woke up feeling less than ster, his neck stiff as if he''d slept


    wrong. Opening his eyes, he found Quintessa sprawled across his chest, looking utterly innocent in her


    sleep. Despite the difort, a smile crept onto his face


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    When Quintessa was asleep, with her diminutive figure and the slightly parted soft, pink lips, she


    seemed so pure. It was almost temptin her.


    to kiss


    But then, Tyrone noticed something - a wet spot on his clothes where Quintessa''s mouth rested. Damn,


    she''d drooled in her sleep.


    Tyrone''s smile twisted into a grimace of disgust as he pinched Quintessa''s cheek, "So much for a


    goddess, huh? A drooling goddess?"


    Just as he was about to nudge Quintessa off, someone knocked on the door.


    "Quinn, I''ming in."


    Tyrone quicklyy back down,


    wrapping an arm around Quintessa, and shot a wary look at the door.


    When seeing the person at the door, Tyronemented coldly, "Great Snow Jackson, didn''t your


    elementary teacher ever teach you about not barging in on others'' room? What if you saw something


    you shouldn''t? I wouldn''t be


    embarrassed, but I doubt you''d


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    Gazing at Tyrone, Snow was dumbfounded. He had traveled all the way to Zion City to surprise


    Quintessa, only to witness the scene.


    Tyrone raised an eyebrow, "Interrupting our rest, don''t you think an apology is in order?"