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.

away from Otis and sat down. She threw the Drill buckle handbag on top of the

all widened

didn't dare to

liked her,

"This is

was Senator Hughes, and he looked slightly older than any other

charity party,” Otis pointed to

a special navy-blue uniform, "This is Mr. Moore

a slight nod, "Senator Hughes,

across the

and shrewd with all the

short and lewd-looking. He did not seem too old, but with all the

Moore, with his special identity, was perhaps the most powerful one among these people. He was expressionless, but there seemed to be some imperceptible thoughts in that

at actually a whole table of creepy

all politicians