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Chapter 113
Chapter 113
Tyrone felt her anger had reached its boiling point, so he let go of Quintessa for the moment.
With a fluid motion, Quintessa rolled over, grabbed her phone, and dialed Violet's number.
"Violet, that film 'Whispers in the Wind'."
"Oh my gosh, Quinn, I was just about to tell you. You got the lead of 'Whispers in the Wind'! Can you believe it? That producer was all high and mighty, telling me you couldn't even be an extra, and now he's practically begging you to be the star."
A cold laugh escaped Quintessa's lips. Power and money-damn, they were sweet.
"Got it."
Her gaze upon Tyrone was icy as she shrugged off her shirt, revealing more than she concealed. Her look was a mix of disdain, mockery, and seduction—a wild blaze that seemed to scorch Tyrone from the inside out.
No one but Quintessa could make him feel this way.
Whether he liked her or not wasn't the point. He had to have her within his grasp.
Violet's voice broke through, "Hey, Quinn, how's the shoot going? You'll be done with your scenes in a week, right?"
Quintessa flicked her hair back and beckoned Tyrone with a finger. "Yeah, I'll be done."
In an instant, Tyrone grabbed her ankle and pulled her back, pinning her beneath him. "Wrap it up. We've got business to attend to."
Violet paused, then blurted, "Quinn, did I just hear a man's voice? Don't tell me you've got a guy there with you?"
With a lazy drawl, Quintessa replied, "Just a stray who wandered into my room in the middle of the night. He's easy on the eyes, so why not?"
Tyrone's jaw clenched.
Violet was frantic, "Quinn, you can't do this. You're on set, and your reputation is crucial, especially at the beginning of your career."
After hearing a lengthy lecture from Violet, Quintessa simply said, "Oh, I forgot to mention. The stray's name is Tyrone."
Violet was speechless.
Quintessa pinched Tyrone's chin. "Hey there, stray."
Frustrated, Tyrone tore at her clothes.
"Aren't you going to thank your stray?" he growled.
Quintessa's hand glided over Tyrone's collarbone. Her cool, calloused fingertips sent shivers down his spine.
Her voice was chilling, "That role in 'Whispers in the Wind' was always mine. Why should I thank you for what's rightfully mine?"
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Chapter 113
They were both domineering in their own right-two forces equally matched.
Tyrone loved to control everything that caught his eyes.
And Quintessa-once something was in her possession, and once she wanted it, she wouldn't let anyone else have it.novelbin
Tyrone caught her hand, "Typical. You never own up, do you?"
He knew all too well. Quintessa was rebellious and hard-hearted, who hearted.
would be quick to burn bridges once she got what she wanted.
But her forthrightness was exactly what appealed to Tyrone's taste.
"Yeah, I don't own up," Quintessa retorted lazily. "Just like how youn st pretend this isn't all about getting me into bed."
Men, she thought, they're all the same.
Their reasons for approaching her were laughably predictable-it was all about her body, her bed.
Tyrone's smile was a mix of challenge and amusement, "You're right, I'm dying to find out if you've En.
improved your skills over the years."
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