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Chapter 73
Quintessa dressed at a leisurely pace, unfazed by Mrs. York’s presence in the room.
She wouldn’t be embarrassed even if it were her son standing there – modesty wasn’t exactly her strong suit.
But Ms. York was another story. The mention of her son sent her into a tizzy. “Nonsense, my son would never allow strangers in his
home
Tyrone was a private man. Even in the sprawling York estate, he’d make sure his bedroom was off–limits to everyone.
Even his
can downtown apartment was a fortress – his mother might drop by now and then, but friends? Never. His sanctuary remained untouched by outside influence.
Mrs. York had been worried sick. Tyrone hadn’t come home all night, and now it was past noon with no answer from his phone.
So, here she was, checking on him, only to find a half–naked siren in his apartment.
Quintessa slid into her jeans, taunting, “Auntie, you’re Tyrone’s mom, right? You’ve had kids; surely you don’t think I’m here just for a glass of water?”
Mrs. York’s wrinkles seemed to deepen with her frown. “You shameless creature, how could my son possibly be interested in you?” Quintessa zipped up her jacket, ‘Sorry to burst your bubble, but your son, he’s quite taken with me. If he weren’t so head over heels, why would I be here?”
Mrs. York pointed an accusatory finger, “Just wait until my son deals with you.”
Quintessa chuckled, “Funny you should say that. As the ‘siren, I’ve already ensnared your son.”
With that, Mrs. York stormed toward the bedroom – a place she rarely entered, and upon getting in the room, she found her son.
He was asleep, with a blanket slinging low around his waist, bare–chested in a way that screamed impropriety.
Mrs. York’s mind raced with scandalous thoughts of the previous night’s encounters. Her only thought was like, her son had been taken advantage of.
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