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

do it right now, Mr. Quartley?"

and yet, he still refused to sleep with

back at her like

your place

in

"Alright, I won't ask if you don't want me

remained silent, his

moment, an image

woman, and the heavenly moans that escaped from her lips as she tightened her legs around him in pleasure.

them sat there in

the scandal that went viral on

silly scandal between her and

could feel a headache

he probably didn't know about

was nothing beyond a physical relationship - well, to be more accurate, it was not really

completely physical with one another. Jenkins had never really touched her that way;

wanted her

their fake, contractual relationship, Yvonne knew very well that cheating on Jenkins was out of the question; he would

it, it would mean

find

had been made viral and had become the topic of all gossip, and with Jenkin being a

to tell him first before he confronted

she was not and had done nothing inappropriate to begin

behind

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

but he allowed

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

Jenkins did not answer.

when Yvonne knew that Jenkins must have heard about

was indeed a laconic person,

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

felt Jenkins's shoulders tense up violently at the

at her neck with a glower in his gaze so cold and intense, it was

didn't expect Jenkins to react this

pain and struggled to free her

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

grip on her

as you are. I already have you, so why

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

he released the tight grip on her

He finally asked in a hostile

made me the female lead, netizens began questioning my background. No one believed that I had the ability to score the role. Then, I

eyelashes at Jenkins as she held his 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