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. Quartley?" She asked

and yet, he still

right back at

not your place

in

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

silent, his

that moment, an image vaguely

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 moment before he returned

of them sat there

scandal that went

between her and

feel a headache

he probably didn't know

was nothing beyond

with one another. Jenkins had never really touched her that way; the way she much

only wanted her to use her

cheating on Jenkins was out of the question; he

if Jenkins didn't question her about it, it would mean that he

find out about

with Jenkin being a mogul in the

him first before he confronted her

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

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

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

silent, but he allowed her to massage

asked, "Mr. Quartley, have

Jenkins did not answer.

Jenkins must have heard about

indeed a laconic person, she chuckled dryly to

she continued, "It was about Kyle, the famous director,

up violently at the

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 and fear, her hands flying to clutch

Jenkins to react this

in pain and struggled to free her neck from

a false accusation, Mr. Quartley. Otherwise, why would I dare

grip on her neck loosened a

as influential as you are. I already

that stupefied her senses; Yvonne could have sworn that she saw Jenkins's gaze soften the teensiest

released the tight grip on her

happened exactly?" He finally asked

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.

indeed sleeping my way to the top, but I'm doing it with you. How