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 coff 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 stnow, 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 taketo 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.

But Jenkins seemed to like it.

So, she did what she must.

"You don't want to do it right now, Mr. Quartley?" She asked with a clenched smile.

They had done this twice already, and yet, he still refused to sleep with her.

Jenkins's deep-set eyes pierced right back at her like ice daggers.

"It's not your place to ask!" He snapped.

Yvonne drew in a stuttered gasp.

She quickly regained her composure and cooed alluringly. "Alright, I won't ask if you don't wantto." Jenkins remained silent, his perfect features expressionless.

At that moment, an image vaguely conjured in his head.

The heavy grunts of a man as he 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 moment before he returned to his usual self.

The two of them sat there in silence.

Suddenly, Yvonne recalled the scandal that went viral on the internet.

The silly scandal between her and Kyle.

She could feel a headache coming.

Judging from Jenkins's attitude, he probably didn't know about it yet.

There was no real love between Jenkins and her anyway. What they shared was nothing beyond a physical relationship - well, to be more accurate, it was not really that either.

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

He only wanted her to use her mouth.

Despite their fake, contractual relationship, Yvonne knew very well that cheating on Jenkins was out of the question; he would never allow that to happen.

So, if Jenkins didn't question her about it, it would mean that he didn't know.

But he would find out about it eventually.

The scandal had been made viral and had becthe topic of all gossip, and with Jenkin being a mogul in the entertainment industry, how could he not learn of this? Yvonne decided to tell him first before he confronted her about it.

Otherwise, he might think that she was guilty even though she was not and had done nothing inappropriate to begin with.

With Jenkins sitting on the sofa, Yvonne knelt behind him and started to knead his shoulders gently.

When she was a child, 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 in pleasure.

He was still silent, but he allowed her to massage him.

After a while, Yvonne asked, "Mr. Quartley, have you seen the recent scandal on the internet?" Jenkins did not answer.

That was when Yvonne knew that Jenkins must have heard about it already.

He was indeed a laconic person, she chuckled dryly to herself.

Yvonne's voice softened as she continued, "It was about Kyle, the famous director, and myself." She felt Jenkins's shoulders tense up violently at the mention of Kyle's name.

Without warning, Jenkins spun around and pinned her down on the sofa. His 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 squeak in both shock and fear, her hands flying to clutch at his arm.

She didn't expect Jenkins to react this badly.

She whimpered in pain and struggled to free her neck from his grip.

Gasping for breath, she explained, "It's a false accusation, Mr. Quartley. Otherwise, why would I dare to tell you about it?" His grip on her neck loosened a little.

She continued, "Kyle is so old, and he's not as influential as you are. I already have you, so why would I get myself acquainted with him?" Perhaps the chokehold that stupefied her senses; Yvonne could have sworn that she saw Jenkins's gaze soften the teensiest bit as he stared at her.

Finally, he released the tight grip on her neck.

"What happened exactly?" He finally asked in a hostile tone.

Yvonne rubbed her sore neck and muttered, "Ever since you madethe 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 knew people would begin accusingof sleeping my way to the top." She pouted and batted her eyelashes at 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 assthat I slept with Kyle instead?" The muscle on Jenkins's jaw ticked.

"Why are you tellingthis?" His dark eyes stared into hers, as unfathomable as the galaxies.

Yvonne struggled to think of an answer.

Why would Jenkins ask her such a question? He was a smart man. Couldn't he have guessed it already? "Because I care about how you feel." Her beautiful eyes blinked as she stared back into his eyes.

Jenkins was her benefactor, so obviously, she would care about his feelings.

Then, she put her arms around his neck. "Shouldn't 1?" Jenkins let out a small grunt.

Yvonne was not sure if she was hallucinating.

For the second time, she noticed the coldness in his eyes ebb away a little upon hearing her say that she cared about him.

But Yvonne was sure that she had imagined it.

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