You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Otis kept considering Joyce, the amazement in his eyes unconcealed. She was simply too beautiful. Average women simply could not manage the dignified burgundy color. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Yet for the enchanting and domineering woman in front of him, the burgundy color only added to her sexiness.

At the moment, next to Otis were three other men, all around forty to fifty years old.

Otis was not wearing his military uniform today. Instead he wore a dark blue suit, and he looked less aggressive this way.

The table was right next to a huge floor-to-ceiling window, and outside was a dark night. Prosperous neon lights were flashing like a sea of stars.

They had in front of them some chips and a black deck of cards. They seemed to be playing Texas Holdem.

"Yo, Mr. Robertson, who is this beautiful lady?" One of the men asked. "Ms. Knowles, let me introduce you."

Otis pulled out the seat closest to him and gestured for Joyce to sit down.

buckle handbag on top of the table, elegantly folded her legs, and rested one hand on top of the other arm. She looked cool

had all

was present, they didn't dare to really do anything and

sure liked her,

"This is

Hughes, and he looked slightly older than

Clark from the charity party,” Otis pointed to a short man and

pointed to a man in a special navy-blue uniform, "This

"Senator Hughes, Mr. Clark, Mr. Moore, good

shrewd eyes swept across the

and shrewd with all the fake smiles

old, but with all the

identity, was perhaps the most powerful one among these people. He was

looking at actually a whole table of creepy

actually all