My Heart only Beats for You (Natalie Godfrey)



Yesseca hesitated for a moment before she finally laid down on her bed.

She would quickly fall asleep so that Tremaine could go home.

When she reached her bed, Yesseca began to feel uneasy again.

Although she knew that Tremaine was in the living room, she felt that the black figure was still in the bedroom.

Yesseca was compelled to call out for him, "Mr.. Mr. Quartley."

Moments later, Tremaine walked in.

He calmly looked at her. "What is it?"

Feeling embarrassed, Yesseca said, "Well, could you please sit by my bed? I'm still scared."

Tremaine felt something tug on his heart.

His gaze grew deeper as he said, "Yesseca, you know that this is very tempting for a man, right?"

Yesseca was silent for a second.

Panicked, she tried to explain, "Mr. Quartley, I, I didn't mean that. You, you can leave now."

Tremaine noticed her panicking and cleared his

mind.

He sat down beside the bed. "Don't worry. I'm not interested in flat women like you."

Yesseca had been rendered speechless again.

There was a flash of anger in her eyes.

What did he mean by that?!

She knew that her figure wasn't very flattering, but it wasn't as exaggerated as Tremaine said it was. He said she was flat!

Just as Yesseca was about to get angry at him, she realized that he had rushed over and was willing to accompany her tonight. She swallowed her words.

She closed her eyes. "Well Mr. Quartley, this flat chested lady thanks you. You can leave once I've fallen asleep. Have a good rest."

"Mmm." Tremaine responded faintly.

Having a man sit beside her bed would have made her feel uneasy, but she felt quite at ease tonight.

Maybe it was because she knew that a man like Tremaine would keep his distance from her, or perhaps it was because she knew that he wouldn't do anything indecent to her. Regardless, Yesseca felt much better to have him around.

Feeling much more peaceful, Yesseca quickly fell asleep. Tremaine could hear her shallow breathing.

He stared at her.

He knew that Yesseca had fallen asleep and continued to stare at her.

This was the first time he actually looked at her properly.

Yesseca had very nice skin. Hers was the best he'd ever seen on a woman.

It was as smooth as an egg. You couldn't see a single pore on it up close.

Her eyelashes were long and curved.

As for her lips, they were pink and would open slightly as she breathed.

It felt like a silent and attractive invitation.

Tremaine gulped.

He had said that her figure wasn't attractive to him at all, and he knew the truth.

Even then, he couldn't help but lean in closer.

He brought his face closer to hers.

He could see the fine hairs on Yesseca's face and felt her shallow breathing on his face.

Tremaine felt his blood warming up.

He nearly lost control of himself.

Tremaine moved a little closer.

His lips touched Yesseca's. Her lips felt cold. The cool sensation moved onto Tremaine's lips.

Tremaine was shocked at himself.

He pulled himself away and stood up straight.

Yesseca had asked him to watch over her, so she trusted him.

Time passed by slowly.

Tremaine sat there the entire night.

When morning came, he stood up.

His body felt a little stiff because he had been seated on the chair all night. His eyes looked baggy and had some slight dark circles around them as he hadn't gotten much sleep.

Tremaine looked at Yesseca.

She was still sleeping very soundly.

Since she was still asleep, Tremaine turned around and walked out.

Montez got up very early in the morning.

He had had nightmare.

"What a horrible dream." He jumped out of bed and ran to Tremaine's room.

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more nightmares.

But Montez was surprised when he went into Tremaine's room.

The room was empty.

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à six in the morning. He et

didn't leave this early in the morning.

Since he didn't feel sleepy anymore, he decided to go downstairs.

He grabbed a bag of potato chips and sat on the sofa to eat.

Half an hour later, the housekeeper woke up.

When she saw him, she was surprised. "Oh dear, why did you get up so early?"

Montez said, "I couldn't sleep. Have you seen my daddy? Why is he missing? Did he go to work?"

The housekeeper was stunned. "He should be sleeping, isn't he?"

Montez shrugged with his hands up in the air. "Nope. I didn't see daddy in his room, I was just there."

The butler wasn't sure about this either.

Two hours later, Montez had washed up and had his breakfast. Tremaine had just arrived home.

He looked very tired.

Montez ran over and called out lovingly, "Daddy."

"Mmm." Tremaine looked at him indifferently, as always.

Montez raised his little head. "Daddy,

where

room have

you been? I went to your while ago, but I didn't see you there."

"What were you doing in my room?" Tremaine asked coldly.

Montez chuckled. "It's because I had a nightmare.

I went to look for you."

Tremaine's eyes trembled slightly.

He had a nightmare too?

No wonder he liked Yesseca so much. The both of them got along like two peas in a pod.

Montez noticed that he hadn't answered and asked, "Daddy, you haven't told me why you weren't home." Tremaine looked at him indifferently. "That's none of your business."

Then, he walked away.

Montez sighed.

He made a face at Tremaine, "A deadbeat is as a deadbeat does. Cold-blooded and heartless!"

When Yesseca woke up, the sun was already out.

The chair beside her bed was empty.

She knew that Tremaine had left.

Although she didn't know exactly when he had left, she guessed it must have been pretty early in the morning.

She thought about it and called Tremaine.

She ought to thank him.

The call connected very quickly.

"Mr. Quarterly, thank you for last night." She expressed her gratitude sincerely.

"You're welcome." Tremaine's voice sounded as calm as ever.

She laughed dryly, "Well then, I won't disturb you anymore."

"Wait." Tremaine said suddenly, "Come over for dinner tonight. I'll pick you up."

Yesseca:"..."

She replied, rather awkwardly, "I'm going to my sister's house for dinner tonight. I've already promised her I would."

The phone was silent on the other end.

Yesseca felt a gust of cold wind blow across her ear from the phone.

"Mr. Quartley, Mr. Quartley, are you still there?"

Yesseca asked.

"I'm not dead."