Chapter 11
Miranda was livid with anger. She glanced at Jerome unwittingly; seeing him unfazed, she relaxedslightly and snapped her head towards Rachel, barking, “Cut the crap. Jay wouldn't give the time ofday to that kind of girl.”
Rachel let out a scornful laugh. That kind of girl? That kind of girl who, despite everything, seemedto charm every man in sight, even if it was just for a shot at warming her bed.
At the boarding gate, James handed Quintessa a thick envelope, “Ms. Young, this is from Mr. York,for your services that evening.”
Quintessa peeked inside to replace it stuffed with crisp greenbacks. She chuckled bitterly, “So the man’sconscience hasn't been entirely devoured by wolves.”
“I should get going. Safe travels, Ms. Young.”
"Hold up.
Quintessa pulled out her lipstick and compact, freshening up her makeup before plucking a brand—new bill from the envelope. She left a bright red kiss mark on it, “Give this to your boss as his tip,and let him know I was less than impressed with his performance that
night.”
James felt as if the lipstick—stained bill was a ticking time bomb — whether to take it or leave it was adilemma. In the end, Quintessa stuffed the bill into his pocket.
As the plane took off, Quintessa cast one last look at the cityscape below. She needed to rememberthis place, the two-faced people she'd leave behind, a constant reminder that her revenge was still adebt unpaid.
The aircraft pierced the clouds, and Quintessa turned away. Catching sight of the envelope peekingout of her bag, she smirked coldly. Everyone labeled Quintessa the homewrecker, as if she hadstolen their men. Yet, the truth was, she had slept with only. one man, Tyrone, and even that hadbeen part of his own calculated pursuit.
A chillingly beautiful smile curled on her lips. No matter. She had ignited his fury, and in time, onher terms, she'd do as they feared and lure away all their men.
Two hours later, James presented the hundred—dollar bill to Tyrone, “Mr. York, this is from MsQuintessa Young.”
After hesitating, James relayed Quintessa“s message word for word.
The bill, emblazoned with that red kiss in the center, brought back memories. Those lips, recently histo kiss soft, fragrant, sweet — could stir the deepest desires in a man.
But now, Tyrone swore if she were in front of him, he'd bite those lips until they bled.
Three years later.
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Chapter 11
At Emberbrook Airport, T2 was bustling with activity as passengers from the Serenitia toEmberbrook flight made their way through.
A woman with long, seaweed-like hair cascaded down her back, swayed with each step she took.Oversized sunglasses concealed half of her face, but the bold red lips beneath stood out, alluringand vivid. The click—clack of her stiletto heels echoed like a drumbeat against the heart, and shedonned a trench coat straight from the latest fashion week — a piece that somehow looked evenbetter on her than on the runway models. She exuded a sultry air mixed with chic confidence, asmesmerizing as a gem amongst pebbles, dazzling and full of grace.
Passersby couldn't help but sneak photos with their phones. Whispers fluttered among
them.
“Is she a celebrity? She's got that superstar aura.”
“She looks familiar. Maybe she's returning from abroad?”
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