You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

"What!!! How could you ... you!!!" Otis was shocked and angry. He was so angry that he could barely speak, "I told you to use some knockout drops, and you used aphrodisiac instead?!"

He was so angry. No wonder Luther did not fall down on the spot after drinking that glass of red wine just now.

It turned out that it was not knockout drops at all, no wonder he always felt something was wrong.

"Sorry, Mr. Robertson."

Eugene fell to his knees with a thud, "I'm sorry, Mr. Robertson. I thought you liked, liked Ms. Knowles, and Ms. Knowles wouldn't give in, and I, I..."

He made a mistake when his gun was taken away by Joyce and he did it only to make up for that mistake since he could see how much Otis liked Joyce.

He thought that Otis would be in a good mood after he could have Joyce tonight and would forgive him for the mistake he made. But he could never have imagined that the glass of wine would be drunk by someone else.

"Pop!" A loud, clear slap sounded in the box again.

slapped Eugene hard again. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ Find_Nøvel.ɴet website on

he hit even harder. Not only was Eugene's mouth bleeding, but he also had tinnitus.

was still not satisfied and kicked Eugene

woman is Ms. Knowles? Is she an ordinary woman? Do you think I can get her that way? What do you take her for? And what do you take

cursed while

was taken from you and unloaded by a woman." He drew out his belt and jerked it down

wanted to shoot, you and I would be two corpses by now! I put my safety in your hands and this is how you protect me?

Please kill me!" Eugene fell to his knees and suffer Otis’ fury, not daring to

too easy for you! How dare you secretly use such a drug behind my back?!

from the kicking and he stepped forward and grabbed Eugene's

woman, I must make her submit to me entirely, get on my bed willingly, beg me to sleep with her on her kneels. It would only be fun this way! That's the fun! Do you understand? Stupid!" After cursing, he kicked Eugene hard

back was soaked with sweat, and he took off his jacket and threw it hard on the sofa. The burning

Luther just drank that

Joyce was with