My Heart only Beats for You

"What's wrong?" "Benjamin handeda box of chocolates today. He toldto pass it to you. When will you be free?" "He gavechocolates?" Yvonne squeaked in astonishment.

Why would Benjamin do that? "Yes." Natalie answered, then in a teasing tone, "I think Benjamin likes you, Yvonne. He blushes every the talks about you." Yvonne's breathing hitched a little.

She chuckled after a moment of silence. "That's impossible. I don't know him that well, why would he sendchocolates? Maybe it's because I am his boss's girlfriend's best friend." "But..." Natalie ran a hand through her hair.

She knew Yvonne was wrong, but she didn't know how to put it into words.

"Stop your "buts". Hurry up and shower, then wait for your big night." "Yvonne! How dare you!" At the other end, Yvonne chuckled peals of laughter.

"Yvonne," whispered Natalie suddenly, "What will the first tfeel like?" It was a small question from Natalie, but it unknowingly struck a chord and triggered Yvonne. Yvonne's muscles stiffened.

"Sorry Nat, something just cup. I'll talk to you next time." She hung up the phone in a hurry.

Natalie sat baffled.

However, she didn't read too much into it, and just assumed that Yvonne was busy.

Plopping onto the sofa, Yvonne's face was ghastly pale.

What will the first tfeel like? In fact, she didn't know how her first tfelt like or knew what happened during her first tat all. Because it had happened while she was unconscious.

She could only remember that she had passed out drunk, and someone took her to a hotel. When she finally regained her consciousness, she saw blood on the sheets, but no one was to be seen. It was only then that she realized that she was not a virgin anymore. To make matters worse - it was done by a total stranger.

This was also the reason she finally decided to risk everything to climb her way up to the top.

"Sir," she heard someone address respectfully.

Yvonne drew in a stuttered gasp.

Was Jenkins back? He had not returned since the previous incident.

But fortunately, he didn't kick her out.

If she had not been kicked out just yet, it meant that she still had a chance.

Besides, they were still husband and wife by name.

Yvonne greeted him with an alluring smile, "Mr. Jenkins." Jenkins had a long black coat on that looked extremely expensive.

Not everyone could pull off something like this; most people would probably just look silly in it.

Jenkins, on the other hand, was able to pull if off any day of the year. Not only was he undeniably model material, but that imposing aura of his also gave him an impression that he was a man of fashion and sophistication.

He cast Yvonne an aloof glance and walked past her without a word.

Yvonne watched as he stepped into the bathroom, followed by the sound of running water.

Yvonne bit on her lip, racking her brains.

Now was a good opportunity.

Holding her breath, she saw that the bathroom was not locked - she could slip inside easily.

After all, showers were the best place for sparks to fly, were they not? Sucking in a deep breath, she pushed the door open gently.

Jenkins stood under the showerhead, stark naked.

His cold gaze eyed her indifferently as he lathered soap onto his body, not shy at the least with his naked body exposed.

Rather, it was Yvonne who blushed a little.

Jenkins had an amazing, toned figure. His body flexed as he moved in the shower, water droplets trailed down from his abs to his waist and lower. She felt her mouth go dry. "Get out," he ordered icily.

Yvonne was not dumb enough to do so. She stood motionless, unwilling to peel her gaze off him. Although they were married, he refused to touch her. What was the point of getting married then? In the end, she still couldn't get what she wanted.

She sashayed towards him. "Are you taking a shower, Mr. Quartley? Would you liketo join you?" She asked, her voice husky.

Sensually, her fingers glided across the hard planes of his muscles, as slow as possible.

His skin felt like velvet against her fingers. Yvonne's breath quickened. She was supposed to be the one doing the seduction, but instead, her face was flushed red, and her heart pounded rapidly against her chest. Standing on tiptoes, she brought her lips close to his ear. "Are you lonely, Sir? I can keep you company." The next second, a strong force suddenly pressed down on her head.

The unexpected motion sent a jolt of pain towards her neck.

He forced her to kneel in front of him.

Glancing up, Yvonne saw Jenkins staring at her with lust burning in his eyes.

She knew what she had to do next.

"Swallow," the man ordered.

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Although he was drop-dead gorgeous, the thought still filled a wave of nausea in her throat.

However, she endured it, doing what she must.

Compared to the rumors that she had heard about him, this was a piece of cake.

Fighting the urge to throw up, Yvonne seductively licked her lips with the tip of her tongue.

Jenkin's eyes turned dark with desire.

Suddenly, he lifted her up with his strong arms and pressed his lips hard.

She ran her fingers through his hair and tugged hard. Yvonne felt herself melting into a puddle as their lips meshed, both tongue and breath mingling.

Eventually, he tore himself away.

He wrapped a towel around his waist and strode out of the bathroom, Yvonne following behind.

Jenkins threw her a credit card her way and said, "It's unlimited." Yvonne's breathing paused.

This wasn't what she wanted. She didn't want money.

She wanted to climb to the top and be the main attraction in the entertainment circle. She wanted to prove herself to everyone who had once looked down on her that she was a force not to be trifled with. Yvonne stretched her arms out elegantly, wrapping them around Jenkins's neck as she cooed, "This isn't what I want, Mr. Quartley. What I want is to climb to the top." He turned to look at her, his gaze icy.

At nine-thirty, Natalie's bedroom door was pushed open with a squeak.

She could recognize the set of steady footsteps anywhere. Who could it be other than Tobias? Natalie quickly dived under the blanket.

Tobias pulled the covers away, chuckling in amusement. "Natalie, don't hide." Natalie had no choice.

She peeked out a little from underneath, whispering. "I'm scared, Mr. Whitlock."

Earlier, when she was waiting for him to chome, she searched on the Inteto find out how popping the cherry would feet mentioneel like. All results that it would be painful, which terrified her. Tobias held her hand assuredly, "Don't be afraid, Natalie. I will be gentle. You will only feel pleasure." Natalie sucked in a deep breath.

"Then... let's do it." His chest heaved as his breathing turned heavy, his gaze lingered lustfully on her figure.

Tobias was aware that everything between them was happening too fast.

But sometimes desire overtook logic and common sense.

He had never thought of himself as an impulsive person, but he would always lose his cool when it cto Natalie.

He craved for her so much that it becpainful for him.

"Mr. Whitlock, I—" "Why are you still callingthat?" Natalie swallowed hard.

He was right. They were a few stages deep in their relationship; calling him that seemed to be a little too formal.

"To... Tobias?" She tested. His nfelt smooth as it rolled against her tongue.

Her pulse raced as she called his nonce more, savoring the sweetness of his name.

It was the first tshe called him by his first name.

"CallHubby," he teased.

Of course, she was too embarrassed to do so, so she pretended not to hear it.

Fortunately, Tobias did not insist.

Leaning forward, he caressed her hair Ο and tilted his head to kiss her neck.

He purred against her skin, and she shuddered at the hoarseness of his voice. Natalie had never seen him acting this wild before.

She always thought that Tobias was the sort to be calm and steady regardless of the situation.

She would never have imagined that Tobias blinded by lust would have! this side to him, which made him more approachable. In the heat of the moment, she let out a weak groan, "Mr. Whitlock, maybe you would want to use condoms." She felt her face burning in shas she uttered "condom".

"No thanks, I prefer without." He panted huskily.

As soon as he finished that sentence, Natalie's brows scrunched a little.

Find Your Match on > The next moment, their bodies met, and electricity spread across her as fast as lightning.

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