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.

her seat belt. Finally he got into

if there was an electric current flowing through her limbs, Joyce felt her head

body. She was so hot, and she couldn't help but tug at her collar to get 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 he quickly reached out

move around.” He said,

white arm was smoothly put

How could he even drive when she was like this?

tight. I'm driving!" He felt helpless and he

not be hot? Obviously, you have sweat on your forehead.” Joyce narrowed her eyes and stared

Luther gulp

it off. You must be

pulled at his suit relentlessly, and she felt hot for him just when she

simply had worn too

He was speechless.

this woman get so crazy when she was

already got drunk once. She drank his 100,000 pounds worth of Spade A and then

clothes, leaving

she said and took off