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

did what

now, Mr.

done this twice already, and yet,

eyes pierced right back at her like

place to ask!"

drew in

composure and cooed alluringly. "Alright, I

remained silent, his perfect

that moment, an image

that escaped from her lips as she tightened her legs around him in pleasure. Jenkins's eyes glinted for a moment before he returned to his

two of them sat there

Yvonne recalled the scandal that went

scandal between her and

feel a

attitude, he probably

beyond a physical relationship - well, to be more accurate, it was not

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

only wanted her

their fake, contractual relationship, Yvonne knew very well that cheating on Jenkins was out of the question; he would never allow that to

about it, it would mean that

find out

and with Jenkin being a mogul in the entertainment industry,

tell him first before he confronted

was guilty even though she

Yvonne knelt behind him and started to knead his shoulders

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 could feel his

he allowed her to

a while, Yvonne asked, "Mr. Quartley, have you seen the recent scandal

Jenkins did not answer.

that Jenkins must have

laconic person, she chuckled dryly to

softened as she continued, "It was

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

gaze so cold and intense, it was borderline murderous. Literally in a

expect Jenkins

struggled to free her neck from

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

her neck

"Kyle is so old, and he's not as influential as you are. I already have

Yvonne could have sworn that she saw Jenkins's gaze soften the teensiest bit as

tight

He finally asked

Then, I happened to run into Kyle at the studio, so I took a photo with him and posted it on Facebook. Who knew people would begin accusing me of

his hand. "I am indeed sleeping my way to the top, but I'm doing it with you. How could they assume that