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

she did

want to do it right now, Mr.

had done this twice already, and yet, he still refused to sleep

deep-set eyes pierced right back at her like

your place

in a stuttered

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

silent, his

an image vaguely conjured in his

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

them sat there

that

between

feel

probably

What they shared was nothing beyond a physical relationship - well, to

had yet to have gotten completely physical with one another. Jenkins had never really

only wanted her to use

cheating on Jenkins was out of the question; he

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

he would find out about

and with Jenkin being a mogul in the

tell him first before he confronted

she was guilty even though she

the sofa, Yvonne knelt behind him

plenty of practice and was a rather excellent

but he allowed her to massage

have you seen the recent scandal on

Jenkins did not answer.

when Yvonne knew that Jenkins must have

laconic person,

continued, "It was about Kyle, the famous

violently at the

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

expect Jenkins to react

whimpered in pain and struggled to free her

Mr. Quartley. Otherwise, why would I dare to

grip on her

is so old, and he's not as influential 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

tight grip on her

happened exactly?" He finally asked in

muttered, "Ever since you made me the female 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

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