"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?

not returned since

he didn't kick

out just yet, it meant that she still had a

they were still husband and

an alluring

a long black coat on

something like this; most people would probably just

of the year. Not only was he undeniably model material, but that imposing aura of

cast Yvonne an aloof glance and walked past her without

into the bathroom, followed by

on her

was a

was not locked - she could slip inside

place for sparks to fly, were they

breath, she pushed the

the

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

was Yvonne

he moved in the shower, water droplets trailed down from his abs

She stood motionless, unwilling to peel

her. What was the point of getting

end, she still

Mr. Quartley? Would you like me to join you?" She

her fingers glided across the hard planes of his

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

on tiptoes, she brought her lips close to his ear. "Are you

strong force suddenly pressed

jolt of pain towards

kneel

Yvonne saw Jenkins staring at her

she

"Swallow," the man ordered.

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gorgeous, the thought still filled a wave of

she endured it, doing what

had heard about him, this was a piece

the urge to throw up, Yvonne seductively licked her lips

turned dark

her up with his strong arms and pressed

hard. Yvonne felt herself melting into a puddle as their lips meshed, both tongue and

he tore himself

his waist and strode out of the bathroom,

threw her a credit card her way and

Yvonne's breathing paused.

she wanted.

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

look at her, his

bedroom door was

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