Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

No sooner had they finished speaking, a flashy convertible pulled up in front of them, its bright red paint job screaming both extravagance and ostentation. The man behind the wheel wore a grin that could only be described as sinister, his face practically begging for a punch, "Uncle Jonathan, hop in. I'm here in Zion City on business, but it's not every day we get to catch up. Let's go grab a beer or something." Jonathan and Quintessa were momentarily taken aback. The guy showed up again.

Jonathan was the first to snap out of it, saying, "It's late, and after a whole day of shooting, I'm pretty beat."

Before he could finish, Tyrone cut in, "Ah, getting old, huh? Running out of steam already."

With that remark hanging in the air, what could Jonathan say in response?

Resigned, Jonathan replied, "Alright. Since you're so keen on the idea, it'd be rude of me to keep turning you down. Quinn, you in?"

Tyrone shot Quintessa a look that could freeze lava, "What are you looking at? Who said anything about inviting you?" RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

Quintessa thought, 'Would it kill you to be nice for once?'

Jonathan climbed into the car, and before he could even buckle up, Tyrone floored the accelerator and they were off.

Quintessa, fuming with irritation, muttered under her breath about not caring for Tyrone's invitation anyway.

Manny, not daring to speak up, quickly brought their modest car around.

Back at the hotel, Quintessa decided to skip her usual skincare routine after shower and went straight to bed without checking the messages from Snow. As she drifted off, she couldn't help but wonder what Tyrone was really up to, taking Jonathan out so late just for drinks? It wasn't like him to be straightforward about anything.

But then again, whatever it was, it wasn't her problem. The troubles of those two were none of her concern.

Turning over, she tried to get some sleep.

It was the dead of night, around 3

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a.m., when Quintessa was sleeping soundly, only to be suddenly suffocated by what felt like a mountain pressing down on her It was as if she was experiencing sleep paralysis, unable to push it off or scream for help, as if her vocal cords were destroyed, her lungs starving for air.

When she finally snapped awake, she realized someone was on top of her, too dark to see who. Panic surged through her as she tried to push the person off, kicking out in desperation.

But the person clung on, lips sealing hers, prying her mouth open with a domineering urgency that left her no escape. His kiss was scorching, tainted with the stench of alcohol.

In a moment of clarity, Quintessa realized who it was and pinched him hard at the waist.

The person above her grunted but didn't stop, intensifying his kiss instead, his hand wandering beneath her pajamas. The heat from his touch seemed to scorch her skin, leaving a trail of burning sensations.

Struggling for air under his weight, Quintessa tried to fight back, butat

only made him more relentless, his breathing heavy against her. She could feel the unmistakable Signs of his arousal pressing against her.

Desperate for oxygen, she attempted to bite him, only for him to catch her chin, forcing her to strike out blindly against him.

Finally, he released her mouth, allowing Quintessa to gasp for air, "Tyrone, are you trying to suffocate me?"

"Shut up," he growled back in the darkness, a palpable anger radiating from him.

"You're drunk. Get off me. Who gave you the right to barge into my room in the middle of the night?" Quintessa hissed through clenched teeth.

"I'll do as I please. Who allowed you two to kiss, huh?"