You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Otis surveyed Joyce's gorgeous face at the moment as he took a box of cigars out of his pocket and pulled one out.

Eugene caught a glimpse of it and immediately stepped forward to light the cigar for him.

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The little scarlet flame jumped between Otis’ fingers.

He closed his eyes and took a sharp breath.

He looked pretty satisfied.

The lingering smoke was exhaled slowly from his mouth, and eventually, he blew a wisp of smoke towards Joyce.

choked by the smoke. "Ms. Knowles wants sincerity, and I'll show you." He smiled

smile was even a little

down her spine. What did he want? He sounded

party? Have you found out who did it?" He took

really. The problem had been solved, and no need for Mr. Robertson to worry

want to make things more complicated. There was

dared him touch my woman?" A hint

Robertson, please watch your language.” Joyce frowned. His woman? Not even in

sitting on the couch, suddenly stood up at that moment

wickedly moved closer to her and puffed a

her extremely uncomfortable. She could understand what

cigar from his hand and pressed it directly into the ashtray, twisting it a few times until the flame went out. She replied also with a pun, "Mr. Robertson, if you keep playing with fire like that, you may easily set off a fire alarm. It's better to put it out.” She smiled casually in front of his gloomy, appalling face, “That's it for tonight then. See you next

glass of wine and you are leaving already.” Otis pointed to the glass of red wine on the table. She had not had a single sip of it the whole time. Joyce's gaze fell on the glass. The scarlet liquid refracted