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 she

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

and yet, he

deep-set eyes pierced right back at her like

not your place to

in a stuttered

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

silent, his

image vaguely conjured in his

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

them sat

Yvonne recalled the scandal that went viral on

silly scandal between her and

feel a headache

he probably didn't

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 really

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

her to

Jenkins was out

about it, it would mean that

would find

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

first

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

Jenkins sitting on the sofa, Yvonne knelt behind him and

was a child, 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 hands kneaded and pressed against his shoulders, she

but he allowed her to

Quartley, have you seen the

Jenkins did not answer.

knew that Jenkins must have heard about it

laconic person, she

continued, "It was about Kyle,

Jenkins's shoulders tense up violently at the mention of Kyle's

her, clutching at her neck with a glower in his gaze so cold and intense, it was borderline murderous. Literally

Jenkins

pain and struggled to free

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

her

continued, "Kyle is so old, and he's not as influential as you are. I already have you, so why would I get myself acquainted with

senses; Yvonne could have sworn that she saw Jenkins's gaze soften

the tight grip on

finally

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

pouted 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 could they assume that I slept