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.

seemed to

did what she

right now, Mr. Quartley?" She

twice already, and yet, he still refused to sleep

back at her like

your place to ask!" He

in a stuttered

cooed alluringly. "Alright, I

silent, his perfect

image vaguely conjured in his

that escaped from her lips as she tightened her legs

two of them sat there in

the scandal that went

between

feel

from Jenkins's attitude, he probably didn't

love between Jenkins and her anyway. What they shared was nothing beyond a physical relationship - well, to be more

another. Jenkins had never

wanted her to

relationship, Yvonne knew very well that cheating on Jenkins was out of the question;

question her about it, it would mean that he

would find out

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

first before he confronted her about

though she

sitting on the sofa, Yvonne knelt behind

was a rather excellent masseur. As Yvonne's soft and petite hands

was still silent, but he

Quartley, have you seen the recent

Jenkins did not answer.

knew that Jenkins

indeed a laconic person, she chuckled dryly

softened as she continued, "It was about Kyle, the famous

shoulders tense up violently at

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 and fear,

Jenkins

to

a false accusation, Mr. Quartley.

grip on her

influential as you are. I already have you, so why would I get myself acquainted

chokehold that stupefied her senses; Yvonne could have sworn that she saw

released the tight grip

happened exactly?" He finally asked

lead, netizens 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

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