My Heart only Beats for You (Natalie Godfrey) novel Chapter 542

"What's wrong?"

"Benjamin handed me a box of chocolates today. He told me to pass it to you. When will you be free?"

"He gave me chocolates?" 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 time he 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 send me chocolates? 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 time feel 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 came up. 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 time feel like?

In fact, she didn't know how her first time felt like or knew what happened during her first time at 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 like me to 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."