You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

At the end of the conversation, she simply brought Otis out.

She just came over to say hello, not to keep these old men company with their bullshit.

"You!" Senator Hughes looked very embarrassed by her unmerciful disrespect.

Otis laughed brightly, "Ms. Knowles is always so straightforward. Please don't mind."

Joyce picked up her diamond handbag from the table, "Mr. Robertson, if there's nothing else, I'll go first."

With that said, she was ready to get up.

Otis suddenly reached out and put a hand on her arm.

"What's the hurry? We can play a few rounds together before you leave.”

He pointed to the cards tossed all over the coffee table.

Joyce scanned across the table. Otis had the most chips in front of him, so they must have been playing for a while before she arrived.

Texas Holdem, which was very simple,

had been at Mufron long enough and she sure knew

great hand today. We've lost a lot to you. Mr. Robertson, aren't you afraid that

seemed like he was

to win Ms. Knowles, right?" Senator Hughes gestured to the chips and waved his hand, "The stakes are a little high

Hughes wave his

so that could be a multi-million dollar bet.

won't join

all the chips in front of him to Joyce, "You play a hand. It's

Mr. Clark thought of something,

mind that if Ms. Knowles lost, Otis would just let them win

and their money would be well worth it. It would be good to him either way.

his left hand

deal the cards

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Mr. Clark sat in the small blind seat and he

seat and she must make big blind bet, and then the two people behind her must bet as much as she did. With her long, slender fingers,

and smiled, her lips curling up at the corners. She took out fifty chips and

times Mr.