Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny (Quintessa and Tyrone) novel Chapter 149

Tyrone snapped back, his voice laced with a frustrated edge, "I'm the one who's gotta live with it. Now get your ass back here!"

Kevin hollered from outside once more, "Man, it was all James spilling the beans. That guy can't keep his mouth shut to save his life. Go take it up with him, why don't ya?"

Back home, James sneezed so hard that it felt like his soul was trying to escape his body.

Once Kevin had stormed off, Tyrone slumped down in the private booth, letting time slip by. These days, he'd become a pro at zoning out; life seemed like a stale rerun of some old TV show.

He never used to think his days were dull, but now, especially during those sleepless nights, an aching sense of boredom and loneliness gnawed at him.

His hand, moving on its own accord, fished a coin out of his pocket.

Folks usually need a fat wallet to fling around phrases like "I'll bury you in cash," but Quintessa was broke as a joke and still had a knack for throwing money at him.

Why did she act all high and mighty? What did she have to be so proud of anyway?

He remembered well; she'd 'hit' him with her cash twice. The first time was a measly quarter, and the second was a whole three-quarters; she was pinching pennies like there was no tomorrow.

Tyrone had tossed the rest of the change on his office desk, but for some bizarre reason, he'd pocketed that one coin.

Those four quarters represented the measly profit from a gamble of millions. It was a damn joke.

Tyrone had to admit that Kevin had one thing right: losing money's one thing, but losing face? That's a whole different ballgame.

He felt like a world-class sucker.