You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

"Hmm. Not much, a little." Joyce threw herself into Luther's arms.

She staggered and tried to get up.

However, she could feel no strength in her feet, and how strong the alcohol must be?

"A little?" Luther's handsome eyebrows tangled in annoyance, "Otis forced you to drink?"

She smelt just like alcohol, and it was by no means just a little?

This woman...

She had just been constantly making troubles. What a troublemaker! He took the mink shawl in her hand as well as her handbag, put an arm around her bare shoulders, and helped her towards the car. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

He looked around, and luckily no one was there. He didn't want anyone to see her now.

Her cheeks flushed, and the bewilderment in her eyes even further added to her sexiness. He simply could not take his eyes off the woman.

the passenger seat and fastened her seat belt. Finally he got

her head

some cool air in, and the cool feeling made her give a low sigh in comfort. When he was driving, Luther caught a glance at the scenery below her collar and he choked a bit. His heart missed a beat, and

move around.”

much?" Joyce's eyes were misty. Her long and slender white arm was smoothly put on his shoulder and hooked his neck, and she climbed over to him

frowned. How could he even drive when she was like this? It was simply

hot. Sit tight. I'm driving!" He felt helpless and he couldn't bear to

you have sweat on your forehead.” Joyce narrowed her eyes and stared at his handsome side face, her fingers gently wiping away the sweat

made Luther gulp

it off. You must be too

pulled at his suit relentlessly, and she felt hot

had worn too

He was speechless.

get so

A and then she was more than just drunk. She slapped him on his cheek! And he remembered

his clothes,

do as she said and took off his suit jacket