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."

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 came to Natalie.

He craved for her so much that it became painful for him.

"Mr. Whitlock, I—”

"Why are you still calling me that?"

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 name felt smooth as it rolled against her tongue.

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

It was the first time she called him by his first name.

"Call me Hubby," 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 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 shame as she uttered "condom".

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

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

The next moment, their bodies met, and electricity spread across her as fast as lightning.