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?

returned since the previous

fortunately, he didn't kick

yet, it

husband and

him with an alluring smile, "Mr.

long black coat on that

off something like this; most

off any 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

cast Yvonne an aloof glance and

as he stepped into the bathroom, followed

bit on her lip, racking

a

she saw that the bathroom was not locked

were the best place for sparks to fly,

in a deep breath, she pushed the door

under the showerhead, stark

lathered soap onto his body, not shy at the least with his

it was Yvonne who blushed a

shower, water droplets trailed down from his abs to his waist and lower. She felt her mouth go dry. "Get

do so. She stood motionless,

to touch her. What was the point of getting married

the end, she still couldn't

towards him. "Are you taking a shower, Mr. Quartley? Would you like me

fingers glided across the hard planes of his muscles, as

to be the one doing the seduction, but instead, her face was flushed red, and her heart pounded

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

a strong force suddenly pressed down on her

unexpected motion sent a jolt of pain towards

her to kneel in

Yvonne saw Jenkins staring at her with lust burning in his

what she had

"Swallow," the man ordered.

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still filled a wave of nausea in

it, doing what

heard about him, this was a

seductively licked her lips

eyes turned dark with

he lifted her up with his strong arms and pressed his lips

hard. Yvonne felt herself melting into a puddle as their lips

tore himself

and strode out of the bathroom,

a credit card her way and

Yvonne's breathing paused.

she wanted. She didn't want

the top and be the main attraction in the entertainment circle. She wanted 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 is to climb to

at

nine-thirty, Natalie's bedroom door was pushed open with