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 like

did

want to do it right now, Mr. Quartley?"

twice already, and yet, he still

right back at

your place to

drew in a stuttered

cooed alluringly. "Alright, I won't ask if

silent, his perfect features

image vaguely conjured in

pressed himself against a woman, and the heavenly moans that escaped from her lips as she tightened her legs around

them sat

scandal that went viral on

scandal between her and

could feel a headache

from Jenkins's attitude, he probably didn't

between Jenkins and her anyway. What they shared was nothing beyond a physical relationship - well, to be more

with one another. Jenkins had never

her to

contractual relationship, Yvonne knew very well that cheating on Jenkins was out of the question; he

about it, it would mean

find out

and with Jenkin being a mogul

tell him first before he confronted

was guilty even though she was not and had done nothing

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

father's shoulders, so she had plenty of practice and was a rather excellent masseur. As Yvonne's soft and petite hands kneaded and pressed against his shoulders, she could feel his entire

still silent, but he allowed her to

have you seen the recent scandal on

Jenkins did not answer.

knew that Jenkins must have heard

was indeed a laconic person,

softened as she continued, "It was about

violently at the mention of

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

expect Jenkins

struggled to free her

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

grip on her neck

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

she saw Jenkins's gaze

the tight grip on

exactly?" He finally asked in a hostile

her sore neck and muttered, "Ever since 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

way to the top, but I'm doing it with you. How could they assume that