Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny (Quintessa and Tyrone) novel Chapter 186

Quintessa gazed at the array of fruits before her and quipped, "Looks like you're aiming to stir up a storm."

Feeding someone is an intimate gesture, which is reserved only for those closest to you. Yet, Quintessa didn't feel that close to Snow. They were barely friends, let alone besties.

Snow held his pose, with his gaze locked onto Quintessa's eyes. "No, why don't you consider that maybe I want to turn this act into something real?"

Quintessa smirked, "The internet's buzzing with rumors that I'm a gold digger, a mistress, that I had a teenage pregnancy. You sure you want to get real with me?"

Snow flashed Quintessa a grin, "The internet once had me pegged as gay, a gigolo, the darling of wealthy women. Makes us quite a pair, don't you think?"

His experiences served as a reminder to Quintessa that every celebrity had their days of being dragged through the mud.

Suddenly, Quintessa laughed, "Just from hearing that, it seems we might be a match. But,"

Snow kept fixing his eyes on her, "But what? My arm's getting sore here, and we've got an audience. Give me some face, will ya?"

Instead of taking a bite, Quintessa grabbed the fork and took over, "But I see you as a brother. Don't get any ideas about hitting on me."

Snow roared with laughter, "You got it all wrong. I've got plenty of bros. What I'm lacking now is a girlfriend. Interested?"

"Mr. Snow Jackson? What brings you here?" Violet's voice suddenly cut through the tension, which eased Quintessa's awkwardness.

Letting out a silent sigh of relief, Quintessa looked up to see Violet jogging over, "Where'd you run off to, Violet?"

"Just had to handle something. I'll fill you in later." Violet smiled warmly at Snow, "Sir, we owe you big time for helping Quinn dodge the bullet with those rumors. Thank you so much."

Snow felt a pang of regret. He had mustered the courage to ask, only to be interrupted.

He stood up, all politeness, "No thanks needed. I have my own agenda."