Female Novel
Chapter 38
Chapter 38
Tyrone stooped to pick up Quintessa's shoes and walked to the walk-in closet.
He pushed open the glass door to his shoe cabinet, which was a veritable wall of footwear, all his own. Casually, he tossed Quintessa's shoes into the mix.
Til chuck it tomorrow."
After a shower, Tyrone stood in front of the mirror, toweling his hair. He caught sight of the angry red mark on his neck, the twin rows of bite marks stark against his skin, a clear sign that someone had meant business.
"Girl's got a bite," he touched the mark. It was the first time in his years as a top dog that a woman had left her mark on him.
Yet, the strange thing was, he felt thrilled by it.
Tyrone didn't bother with ointment. After drying off his hair, he lay back on the bed and started scrolling through his phone.
He suddenly felt the urge to call Quintessa, but after flicking through his contacts and not finding her, he remembered with a jolt that her phone had been smashed.
Tyrone felt nothing but frustrated.
In the wee hours, Rachel's car came to a halt outside the York family mansion. She sat there, staring at the opulent mansion that seemed even more grandiose against the night sky, her eyes filled with a wild longing.
She had dreamed of becoming the lady of the York family, where it didn't matter whether she liked Tyrone or he liked her. What she craved was the power and wealth of the York name.
Rachel gripped the steering wheel, her voice a hushed, crazed whisper, "I need to find out who that slut is. I'm gonna figure it out. I won't let this go."
The next day, Tyrone woke up looking like a storm cloud.
He skipped breakfast and left the house, causing Mrs. York to worry she had somehow done anything wrong.
James, delivering documents to the office, saw Tyrone's thunderous expression and dared not even breathe too loudly.
Suddenly, Tyrone barked, "Phone."
James blinked, "What?"
With a snap, Tyrone tossed his pen, "The phone."
Ah, realization dawned on James. Mr. York wanted Quintessa's phone.
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It got smashed.
"Smashed?"
Feeling a chill run down his spine, James stammered, "Didn't you say,"
Tyrone's eyes were dark, "What did I say?"
James swallowed his words, "Just one moment."novelbin
He hurried out of the room.
After James left, Tyrone tried to get back to reviewing documents, but he couldn't even finish a sentence before he kicked over the trash bin, his body radiating fury.
He was ashamed to remember the morning's incident. A wet dream, damn it! At 28, he was having wet dreams.
What made Tyrone even more enraged was the face of the woman in his dream; of all people, it had to be Quintessa!
Three years ago, he had slept with Quintessa for one night, a mere fleeting encounter.
In those three years, he swore he hadn't spared a thought for am Quintessa, truly hadn't. He felt he'd even forgotten what she looked like because, to him, she was just another
woman.
But, upon seeing her again, he felt all out of sorts! He felt like there was something he should be doing, but hadn't done, yet he couldn't figure out what it was supposed to be.
James knocked and entered, holding a white smartphone, "Mr. York, the phone."
Tyrone, with a frosty demeanor, said, "I thought it was smashed?"
James was at a loss for words. He was the one who wanted it smashed, who then asked for it, and how he then fort brought it to him, and he was unhappy it was not smashed? What on earth did he want?
Tyrone snatched the phone and threw it into the drawer, "Go buy me a new phone."
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