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

she did

now, Mr. Quartley?" She asked with

done this twice already, and yet, he still refused to

deep-set eyes pierced right back at

not your place to ask!"

drew in

and cooed alluringly. "Alright,

his

image vaguely

from her lips as she tightened her

them sat there in

that went

scandal between

feel a

from Jenkins's attitude, he probably didn't know about it

nothing beyond

physical with one another. Jenkins had never really touched her that way; the way she much preferred

only wanted her to use

well that cheating on Jenkins was out of the question; he would never allow

about it, it

he would find out

been made viral and had become the topic of all gossip, and with Jenkin being a

tell him first before he confronted her

that she was guilty even though she was

sitting on the sofa, Yvonne knelt behind him

was a rather excellent masseur. As Yvonne's soft and

silent, but he

Quartley, have you seen the

Jenkins did not answer.

was when Yvonne knew that Jenkins must have

a laconic person, she

as she continued, "It was about

shoulders tense up violently at the

her down on the sofa. His body straddled over her, clutching at her neck with a glower in his gaze so cold and intense, it was borderline murderous. Literally in a chokehold, Yvonne let out a small squeak in both shock and fear, her hands flying to clutch at

didn't expect Jenkins to

in pain and struggled to free her

false accusation, Mr. Quartley. Otherwise, why

on her

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

could have sworn that she

he released the tight grip on

happened exactly?" He finally

the ability to score the role. Then, I happened to run

hand. "I am indeed sleeping my way to the