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

she did what

it right now, Mr. Quartley?" She asked with a clenched

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

back at her

place to ask!"

in

her composure and cooed alluringly. "Alright, I won't ask if you don't want

silent, his

that moment, an image vaguely conjured in

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

of them sat

the scandal that went viral on

between her

could feel

from Jenkins's attitude, he probably didn't

was no real love between Jenkins and her anyway. What they shared was nothing beyond a physical relationship - well, to be more accurate, it was not

another. Jenkins had never really touched her that way;

only wanted her to use

Jenkins

her about it, it would mean that he didn't

find out about it

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

decided to tell him first before he confronted her

might think that she was guilty even though she was not and had

on the sofa, Yvonne knelt behind

plenty of practice and was a rather excellent

but he allowed her to

"Mr. Quartley, have you seen the recent scandal on

Jenkins did not answer.

Yvonne knew that Jenkins

was indeed a laconic person, she chuckled

was about Kyle, the famous director, and

shoulders tense up violently at the mention

in his gaze so cold and intense, it was

expect Jenkins to react this

whimpered in pain and struggled to free her neck from his

"It's a false accusation, Mr. Quartley. Otherwise, why would I

her neck loosened a

he's not as influential as you are. I already have you, so

she saw

he released the tight grip on

finally

to score the role. Then, I happened to run

am indeed sleeping my way to the top, but I'm doing it