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 like

she did what she

now, Mr. Quartley?" She asked with

already, and yet, he still

back at her like ice

place to ask!"

drew in a stuttered

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

remained silent, his perfect

an image vaguely conjured in

and the heavenly moans that escaped from her lips as she tightened her legs around

of them

Yvonne recalled the scandal that went

between her and

feel a headache

probably didn't know

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

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

her to

contractual relationship, Yvonne knew very well that cheating on Jenkins was out of the question; he would never allow

about it,

find

and with Jenkin being a

to tell him first before he confronted

guilty even though she was not and had done nothing

knelt behind him and started to

plenty of practice and was a rather excellent masseur. As Yvonne's soft and petite hands kneaded and pressed against his shoulders, she

but he allowed her to massage

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

Jenkins did not answer.

that Jenkins must

indeed a laconic person, she

softened as she continued, "It was

tense up violently

sofa. His body straddled over her, clutching at her neck with a glower in his gaze so cold and intense, it was borderline

Jenkins to

pain and struggled to free her neck from

accusation, Mr. Quartley. Otherwise, why would

her neck loosened a

are.

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

tight grip on her

He finally asked in

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

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