My Heart only Beats for You

Yvonne noticed that Jenkins seemed to fancy paintings very much.

She found herself not being able to tear her gaze off him. The intimidating air around him seemed to have fizzled out when he was facing her with his back. At that moment, he looked elegant and intelligible. Yvonne sucked in a shaky breath and wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, purring, "Mr.

Quartley."

Leaning her head against his back, her voice came off incredibly seductive.

She felt his muscles stiffen in response, then relaxed soon after.

Jenkins continued to stare intently at the painting, remaining silent all the while.

Yvonne had long since gotten used to this.

She had been with him for quite some time now, and as she saw it, Jenkins wasn't just cold and aloof, he was also a man of little words.

Plus, Yvonne didn't know what else to say to him, either.

She might as well get down to business.

"Would you like to take me to bed, Mr. Quartley?" She asked, licking her lips.

She knew he asked her here for this.

Rather than waiting for him to spell it out for her, she'd rather suggest it herself.

Jenkins turned around, his gaze locked on her face.

Yvonne bit down on her lips and winked, her expression extremely flirtatious.

As his gaze cruised her figure, Jenkin's breathing quickened as well.

Yvonne took a few steps closer towards him, almost standing chest to chest. She pressed her hand against his abdomen, her hand trailing downwards ever so slowly. Kneeling on the floor, Yvonne gasped in surprise when her hand met her target - she could barely wrap her hand around it.

Jenkins was undeniably a well-endowed man.

Desire and lust burned in his eyes, his expression thirsting.

Stifling a groan, Jenkin threaded his fingers through her hair and pushed her head forward with force.

His gestures were rough and thirsty, pulsing with desire from waist down.

Yvonne's scalp throbbed slightly in pain.

When he was done, Yvonne swallowed it all.

She didn't want to.

seemed

did

do it right now, Mr.

already, and yet,

back at

place to ask!" He

in a

quickly regained her composure and cooed alluringly. "Alright,

remained silent, his perfect features

moment, an image vaguely

of a man as he pressed himself against a woman, and the heavenly moans that escaped from her lips as she tightened her legs around him in pleasure. Jenkins's eyes glinted for a moment before he returned to his

of them sat there in

scandal that went

between her

could feel a headache

probably didn't

was nothing beyond a physical relationship - well, to be more accurate, it was not really

had yet to have gotten completely physical with one another. Jenkins had never really touched her that way; the

her

on Jenkins was

didn't question her about it,

he would find out about

had become the topic of all gossip, and with Jenkin being a mogul in the entertainment industry, how could he

first before he confronted her about

that she was guilty even though she was not and had done nothing

Yvonne knelt behind him and started to knead his

often massage her father's shoulders, so she had plenty of practice and was a rather excellent

but he

Yvonne asked, "Mr. Quartley, have you

Jenkins did not answer.

was when Yvonne knew that Jenkins

indeed a laconic person, she

as she continued, "It was about Kyle, the famous

shoulders tense up violently at

on the sofa. His body straddled over her, clutching at her neck with a glower in his gaze so cold

didn't expect Jenkins to react

struggled to free

breath, she explained, "It's a false accusation, Mr. Quartley. Otherwise,

grip on her

old, and he's not as influential as you are. I already

Yvonne could have sworn that she saw Jenkins's gaze soften the teensiest bit as he stared at

the tight grip on

exactly?" He finally asked in

you made me the female lead, netizens began questioning my background. No one believed that I had the ability to score the role. Then, I happened to run into Kyle at the studio, so I took a photo with him and posted it on Facebook. Who knew people would begin accusing me of sleeping my

she held his hand. "I am indeed sleeping my way to the top, but