Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Tyrone steeled himself as he approached the task at hand, telling himself not to think of them as people, but rather as skewers–something impersonal, and to avoid looking at them.

Tyrone moved swiftly, tossing out a card at each table without a second glance.

With each flick of the wrist, he felt as though it wasn’t just a card he was throwing away, but pieces of his dignity.

Once he’d distributed the last of the cards, he didn’t bother to look back to see if anyone was following. He just bolted, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Back at the hotel, Quintessa was gearing up for plan B. Call cards alone might not be enough.

She took out her smartphone, launched WhatsApp to register a new account with a risqué photo she found online. She then searched for a standard escort’s pseudonym – “Naughty Annie” – changed the username and got ready to start shaking her phone!

Sure enough, in no time, several nearby users started adding her, inquiring about her rates.

Quintessa replied to each one: prices were negotiable, services could be checked first, and the rendezvous was at the Season Hotel, Room 619, after 10 p.m.

Once done, Quintessa logged out, cleared her phone’s cache, and erased all traces of her logging into that account.

When Tyrone came back, he found Quintessa in her pajamas, sprawled on the bed, making a call.

“Hey, Violet, pull some strings and notify the paparazzi in Zion City. Tell them Roxanne’s been caught prostituting? The address is the Season Hotel, Room 619.”

On the other end, Violet was flabbergasted: “Good heavens, what are you up to?”

Quintessa glanced at Tyrone – his face a mask of irritation as he approached her.

She sat up and replied, “What am I up to? Revenge, of course. You know me; I’m not the type to stay silent after being slandered. I have to seek revenge.”

Violet was anxious, but she knew she couldn’t stop Quintessa, “Make sure you don’t get caught.”

Tyrone sat down, wrapped his arms around Quintessa’s waist, and playfully nibbled on her ear.

Quintessa caught his face with one hand and gave it a twist, “Don’t worry. As long as no one finds out the leak came from you, we’re golden.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice. I’ve been in the business for many years. If I didn’t have a few tricks up my sleeve, I’d have been finished long ago.” Suddenly, Violet heard a strange noise over the phone, sounding like someone smacking their lips as they ate.

Perplexed, she asked, “What’s the sound?”

Quintessa pushed Tyrone’s head away, “Oh, just a wild man I’ve taken in.”

Tyrone had learned to tune it out; being called a wild man was just fine by him. After all, he was the only one being so called.

Violet’s expression on the other end of the line was beyond description.

After a moment of twitching in disbelief, she asked, “So, are you?*

Quintessa glanced at Tyrone, “Yep, he sticks to me like glue. I can’t shake him off.”

Violet decided it was time to end the conversation, “Heh, well, wrap it up and get back soon. There’s still work to be done here.”

“Got it,” Quintessa responded. This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

After hanging up. Tyrone playfully tackled Quintessa onto the bed.

“Stuck to you, huh? Can’t shake me off?”

Quintessa didn’t move, just rolled her eyes, “Did I say something wrong?”

Tyrone looked at her for a moment, his stem expression breaking into a laugh, “Damn, you’re always right.”

He bit her lip gently. “What sins did I commit in my past life to meet you, huh?”

Quintessa let out a bemused chuckle.

Just as Tyrone moved closer, Quintessa pushed him away with a firm kick.