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.

Jenkins seemed to

she did what

now, Mr. Quartley?" She

this twice already, and yet, he

deep-set eyes pierced right back at her like ice

not your place to

in a

composure and cooed alluringly. "Alright, I

remained silent, his perfect features

an image vaguely conjured in

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

of them sat there in

Yvonne recalled the scandal that went

silly scandal between

could feel

he probably didn't know

nothing beyond a physical relationship - well, to be more accurate, it was

had never really touched her that way; the way she much preferred him

her to

on Jenkins was out of the

question her about it, it would

he would find out

topic of all gossip, and with Jenkin being a mogul in the entertainment industry, how could he not

to tell him first before

guilty even though she was not and had done nothing inappropriate

the sofa, Yvonne knelt behind him and started to knead his

she would often massage her father's shoulders, so she had plenty of practice and was a rather excellent masseur. As Yvonne's soft and petite

he

Quartley, have you

Jenkins did not answer.

that Jenkins

indeed a laconic person, she chuckled

softened as she continued, "It was about

felt Jenkins's shoulders tense up violently at

so cold and intense, it was borderline murderous. Literally in a chokehold, Yvonne let

Jenkins to

in pain and struggled to free her neck from his

a false accusation, Mr. Quartley. Otherwise, why would I dare to tell you about

grip on her

old, and he's not as influential as you are. I already have you, so why would I get myself

she saw Jenkins's gaze soften the teensiest bit

released the tight grip on

finally asked in

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

and batted her eyelashes at Jenkins as she held his hand. "I am indeed sleeping my way to the top, but I'm doing it with you. How