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

now, Mr. Quartley?" She asked

this twice already, and yet, he still

deep-set eyes pierced right back at her like

place to

in

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

remained silent, his perfect

moment, an image vaguely conjured in his

a woman, and the heavenly moans that escaped from her lips as she tightened her

two of them sat

Yvonne recalled the scandal that went

silly scandal between her and

could feel a

attitude, he probably didn't know about

no real love between Jenkins and her anyway. What they shared was nothing beyond a physical

Jenkins had never really touched her

her

well that cheating on Jenkins was out of the question; he would

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

would find out

become the topic of all gossip, and with Jenkin being a mogul in the entertainment industry, how could he not learn

tell him first before he

think that she was guilty even though she was not

Yvonne knelt behind him and started to knead

plenty of practice and was a rather excellent masseur. As Yvonne's soft and petite

silent, but he allowed her

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

Jenkins did not answer.

Jenkins must have

indeed a laconic person,

as she continued, "It was about Kyle, the

violently at the

with a glower in his gaze so cold and

didn't expect Jenkins to react

and struggled to free her neck from

"It's a false accusation, Mr. Quartley. Otherwise, why would I

her neck

you are. I already

she saw Jenkins's gaze

the tight grip on

He finally asked in a hostile

the role. Then, I happened to run into Kyle at the studio, so I took a photo

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