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

right now, Mr. Quartley?" She asked with a clenched

twice already, and yet, he

back at her like

place to ask!"

in

regained her composure and cooed alluringly. "Alright, I

silent, his perfect features

moment, an image vaguely

her lips as she

two of them sat there

recalled the scandal that went viral

silly scandal between her

feel

attitude, he probably didn't

was no real love between Jenkins and her anyway. What they shared was nothing beyond a physical relationship - well, to be more accurate,

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

only wanted her to use

Yvonne knew very well that cheating on Jenkins

question her about it, it

would find out about it

gossip, and with Jenkin being a mogul in the entertainment industry, how

tell him first before

was guilty even though she was not and had done nothing

sofa, Yvonne knelt behind him and started

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

but he allowed her

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

Jenkins did not answer.

Yvonne knew that Jenkins must have heard about

a laconic person,

as she continued, "It was about

violently at

body straddled over her, clutching at her neck with a glower in his gaze so cold and intense, it was borderline murderous. Literally in a chokehold, Yvonne let out a small

Jenkins to

and struggled to

false accusation, Mr. Quartley. Otherwise,

grip on her

are. I already have you, so why would

she saw Jenkins's gaze soften

he released the tight grip

happened exactly?" He finally asked in

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

held his hand. "I am indeed sleeping my way to the