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

did what she

it right now, Mr. Quartley?" She

this twice already, and yet, he still refused

back at her like

not your place

in

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

remained silent, his

that moment, an image vaguely

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

two of them sat there in

Yvonne recalled the scandal that went viral on the

silly scandal between her and

could feel

he probably didn't

nothing beyond a physical relationship -

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

wanted her to use her

very well that cheating on Jenkins was out of the question; he

about it, it would mean that

would find out

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

to tell him first

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

behind him and started to knead his shoulders

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

silent, but he allowed her to massage

while, Yvonne asked, "Mr. Quartley, have

Jenkins did not answer.

Yvonne knew that Jenkins must have

was indeed a laconic person, she chuckled dryly

she continued, "It was

felt Jenkins's shoulders tense up violently at the

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

didn't expect Jenkins

struggled to free

Mr. Quartley. Otherwise, why would I

her neck loosened

you are.

that she saw

the tight grip on

happened exactly?" He finally asked in a

ability to score the role. Then, I happened to run into Kyle at the studio, so I took a photo with

sleeping my way to the top, but