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.

the cigar was too strong, she "coughed" twice and was almost choked by the smoke. "Ms. Knowles wants sincerity, and

a smile was

felt a chill down her spine. What

Knowles was attacked last night after the dinner party? Have you found out who did

and no need

not want to make things more complicated. There was no need to get more people involved in these

my woman?" A hint of bloodthirsty cruelty appeared in

Joyce frowned. His woman? Not even in his

been sitting on the couch, suddenly stood up at that moment and walked over to her. He handed her the lit cigar in

moved closer to her and puffed a cloud of

made her extremely uncomfortable. She could understand

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

Knowles, you're not giving me face. You don't even have a 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 a mysterious luster rendered by