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 she

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

and yet, he

back at

your place to

in a stuttered

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

remained silent, his perfect

moment, an image vaguely conjured in his

heavy grunts of a man as he pressed himself against 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

of them sat

recalled the scandal that went viral on

scandal between

feel a

from Jenkins's attitude, he probably didn't know about

anyway. What they shared was nothing beyond a physical relationship - well, to be more accurate, it was not really

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

only wanted her to use

well that cheating on Jenkins

it, it would mean that he didn't

would find out about

all gossip, and with Jenkin being a

decided to tell him first before

he might think that she was guilty even though she was not and had done nothing inappropriate to begin

on the sofa, Yvonne knelt behind him and started

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

was still silent, but he allowed her to massage

asked, "Mr. Quartley, have

Jenkins did not answer.

Jenkins must have heard about it

was indeed a laconic person,

was about Kyle, the famous director, and

violently at the

warning, Jenkins spun around and pinned her down on the sofa. His 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

didn't expect Jenkins to react

in pain and struggled to

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

her neck loosened a

as influential as you are. I

she saw Jenkins's gaze soften the teensiest bit as he

he released the tight grip on

finally

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 people would begin accusing me

batted her eyelashes at Jenkins as she held his hand. "I am indeed sleeping my way to