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

fortunately, he didn't

not been kicked out just yet, it meant that she still had

were still husband and wife

an

long black coat on that looked

like this; most people

the other hand, was able to pull if 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

cast Yvonne an aloof glance and walked

as he stepped into the bathroom, followed by

bit on her lip, racking

was a

that the bathroom was not locked

all, showers were the best place for sparks to fly, were

breath, she pushed the

stood under the showerhead, stark

eyed her indifferently as he lathered soap onto his body, not shy at

was Yvonne

figure. His body flexed as he moved in the shower, water droplets trailed down from his abs to his waist and lower. She felt her mouth go

do so. She stood motionless, unwilling to peel her gaze off

married, he refused to touch her. What

still couldn't get what she

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

glided across the hard planes of

quickened. She was supposed to be the one doing the seduction, but instead, her face was flushed red, and her heart pounded rapidly against her

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

strong force suddenly pressed

motion sent a jolt

her to kneel

saw Jenkins staring at her with lust burning in

she had to do

"Swallow," the man ordered.

on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of

still filled a

she endured it,

rumors that she had heard about him, this was a piece of

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

eyes turned dark

with his

through his hair and tugged hard. Yvonne felt herself melting into a puddle as their lips meshed,

he tore

wrapped a towel around his waist and strode out of

credit card her way

Yvonne's breathing paused.

what she wanted. She didn't

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 the

to look at her, his

nine-thirty, Natalie's bedroom door was