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.

chair slightly away from Otis and sat down. She threw the Drill buckle handbag on top of the table, elegantly folded her legs, and rested one hand on top of the

had all widened

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

invited by Mr. Robertson, then Mr. Robertson sure liked her, and

is

the one who just asked Otis about Joyce was Senator Hughes,

Clark from the charity party,” Otis pointed to

pointed to a man in a special navy-blue uniform, "This is Mr. Moore of the

slight nod, "Senator Hughes, Mr. Clark,

across the crowd

all the fake smiles

He did not seem too old, but with all the wrinkles

was perhaps the most powerful one among these people. He was expressionless, but there seemed to be some imperceptible thoughts in that pair of narrow eyes

actually a whole table

actually all politicians