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 to like

she did what

to do it right now, Mr.

yet, he still refused

back at her like ice

place to ask!"

drew in a stuttered

and cooed alluringly. "Alright, I won't ask

his perfect

an image vaguely conjured in

pressed himself against a woman, and the heavenly moans that escaped from her lips as she tightened her legs around him in pleasure. Jenkins's eyes glinted for a

them sat there in

recalled the scandal that went viral

between her and

feel a headache

probably didn't know about

What they shared was nothing beyond a physical

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

only wanted her to use

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

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

would find

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

tell him first before he

he might think that she was guilty even though she was not and

sitting on the sofa, Yvonne knelt behind him and started to

she would often massage her father's shoulders, so she had plenty of practice and was a rather excellent masseur. As Yvonne's soft and petite hands kneaded and pressed against his shoulders, she could feel his entire body relax

silent, but he

asked, "Mr. Quartley, have

Jenkins did not answer.

when Yvonne knew that Jenkins

a laconic person,

was about Kyle,

violently at

in his gaze so cold and intense, it was borderline murderous. Literally in a chokehold, Yvonne let out a

Jenkins to react

and struggled to free her neck from

for breath, she explained, "It's a false accusation, Mr. Quartley. Otherwise, why would I dare to

grip on her neck loosened a

"Kyle is so old, and he's not as influential as you are. I already have you,

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

tight grip

He finally asked in a hostile

I had the ability to score the role. Then, I happened to run into Kyle at the studio, so I

eyelashes at Jenkins as she held his hand. "I am indeed sleeping my way to the top, but I'm doing it with