My Heart only Beats for You

"What's wrong?"

"Benjamin handed me a box of chocolates today. He told me to pass it to you. When will you be free?"

"He gave me chocolates?" Yvonne squeaked in astonishment.

Why would Benjamin do that?

"Yes." Natalie answered, then in a teasing tone, "I think Benjamin likes you, Yvonne. He blushes every time he talks about you."

Yvonne's breathing hitched a little.

She chuckled after a moment of silence. "That's impossible. I don't know him that well, why would he send me chocolates? Maybe it's because I am his boss's girlfriend's best friend." "But..." Natalie ran a hand through her hair.

She knew Yvonne was wrong, but she didn't know how to put it into words.

"Stop your "buts". Hurry up and shower, then wait for your big night."

"Yvonne! How dare you!"

At the other end, Yvonne chuckled peals of

laughter.

"Yvonne," whispered Natalie suddenly, "What will the first time feel like?"

It was a small question from Natalie, but it unknowingly struck a chord and triggered Yvonne.

Yvonne's muscles stiffened.

"Sorry Nat, something just came up. I'll talk to you next time." She hung up the phone in a hurry.

Natalie sat baffled.

However, she didn't read too much into it, and just assumed that Yvonne was busy.

Plopping onto the sofa, Yvonne's face was ghastly pale.

What will the first time feel like?

In fact, she didn't know how her first time felt like or knew what happened during her first time at all.

Because it had happened while she was unconscious.

She could only remember that she had passed out drunk, and someone took her to a hotel. When she finally regained her consciousness, she saw blood on the sheets, but no one was to be seen. It was only then that she realized that she was not a virgin anymore. To make matters worse - it was done by a total stranger.

This was also the reason she finally decided to risk everything to climb her way up to the top.

"Sir," she heard someone address respectfully.

Yvonne drew in a stuttered gasp.

Was Jenkins back?

had not returned since the previous

he didn't kick

yet, it

were still husband and wife

greeted him with an

a long black coat on that looked extremely

could pull off something like this; most

day of the year. Not only was he undeniably model material, but that imposing aura of his also gave him an impression that he was a man of fashion

Yvonne an aloof glance and walked past her without a

watched as he stepped into the bathroom, followed by

bit on her

was a

her breath, she saw that the bathroom was

were the best place

in a deep breath, she

under the showerhead,

his body, not shy at the least with his naked body

was Yvonne who blushed a

flexed as he moved in the shower, water droplets trailed down from

She stood motionless, unwilling to peel her gaze off

were married, he refused to touch her. What

still couldn't get

taking a shower, Mr. Quartley? Would you like me to join you?" She asked,

her fingers glided across the hard planes of his muscles, as

Yvonne's breath quickened. She was supposed to be the one doing the seduction, but instead, her face was flushed

she brought her lips close to his ear. "Are you lonely, Sir? I can keep you

next second, a strong force suddenly pressed down on her

a jolt

to kneel

up, Yvonne saw Jenkins staring at her with lust burning

knew what she had to

"Swallow," the man ordered.

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was drop-dead gorgeous, the thought still filled a

endured it, doing what she

the rumors that she had heard about him, this was

to throw up, Yvonne seductively licked her lips with the tip of her

turned

her up with his strong arms and pressed his lips

ran her fingers through his hair and tugged hard. Yvonne felt herself melting into a puddle as their lips meshed, both tongue

he tore

his waist and strode out

card her

Yvonne's breathing paused.

wasn't what she wanted. She didn't want

to prove herself to everyone who had once looked down on her that she was a force not to be trifled with. Yvonne stretched her arms out elegantly, wrapping them around Jenkins's neck as she cooed, "This isn't what I want, Mr. Quartley. What I want

look at

door was pushed open with