Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Quintessa hurled her purse aside, shrugged off her jacket, and flung it onto Tyrone, stunning everyone in the room. James, standing by the door, immediately covered his eyes and turned around, while Franklin craned his neck, curious to see what would happen next.

James stopped Franklin, “Mr. Franklin, I suggest you turn around. It’s for the best.”

“Why shouldn’t I watch? She’s making quite a scene. Shouldn’t we call security?” Franklin asked.

“You know Mr. York.” James replied, “If he didn’t want her here, Ms. Young would’ve been kicked out before she even stepped into the boardroom.”

Suddenly, Franklin’s eyes widened, “Damn, she’s fiery!”

Quintessa, with her left hand, lifted Tyrone’s chin, forcing him to look at her, while her other hand reached for the zipper at the back of her skirt.

Tyrone’s pen clattered onto the table as he barked, “Meeting’s over; everyone, get out!”

In less than five seconds, the conference room was empty.

“Got the guts to keep pretending?” Quintessa taunted.

“Can’t you have a bit of decorum?”

“Nope.”

Tyrone shoved her hand aside, “What do you want?”

Quintessa stepped back. “You promised me last night, the lead role in ‘Whispers in the Wind“. Don’t think you can weasel out of it.”

Tyrone, lounging back, ran his fingers over his lower lip, eyes narrowed, “What lead role? What about last night? I don’t recall.”

His words made Quintessa feel like she’d been bitten by a dog.

She laughed angrily, “Tyrone, I never realized how shameless you could be. Last night, you slept with me, and at dawn, you zipped up your pants and took off without a word, even fricking snatching my phone. Are you even a man? Desperate much?”

Tyrone glanced at the faint marks on Quintessa’s neck, his voice icy, “Really? Are you sure. it was me you slept with?”

A sudden ache pierced Quintessa’s heart, followed by a surge of bitterness.

Yes, everyone said she was promiscuous. Any man could take her to bed.

She never cared what others sald, but hearing it from Tyrone made it unbearable.

Her gaze turned frosty bit by bit. Suddenly, she wanted to reclaim some dignity In front of this man.

Bending over with poise, Quintessa picked up her handbag, fished out a dime, and hurled it at Tyrone’s face with force.

She lifted her chin, her tough exterior encasing her, invulnerable.

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“Yeah, you’re right.” She said with a nod and a smile, “I’ve had so many men; it’s no surprise I got confused. My bad, Mr. York, I mistook you for last night’s jerk. I’ve wasted your precious time. Here’s your compensation.”

Snatching her bag, Quintessa left without grabbing her clothes. Her strides were wide, her hair billowing behind her as she put on her sunglasses, showing no sign of disarray, still the epitome of elegance.

James opened the door to the boardroom just in time, and Quintessa walked past without a backward glance.

Franklin called after her, “Hey, beauty, let’s grab a drink sometime!”

Quintessa paused, and turned around with a seductive smile, “I only make appointments in bed with men.”

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