You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

With great difficulty, he carried her to the door of the room, put her down, wrapped one hand around her waist, propped one hand on the edge of the door, and asked, "Where is your room card?"

Joyce was confused, "What card? What card do you want?"

She suddenly pushed him away with great force, and she fell on the door of the room entirely, slapping it with great force.

“I, command you! Open it now!"

She shouted at the door of the room, "Open sesame.

“Open the door! Open the door!"

Luther held his forehead and frowned.

How much did she even drink? Damn it!

He figured that maybe her room card was in her handbag, which he had just left the car. They were in such a hurry just now that they didn't have time to get her handbag, and her mink shawl.

Of course, he didn’t have an extra hand for that. After all, he had to wrap her in his suit and hold her in his arms.

Right now, he would have to carry her back to his room first.

Later, he could go back to the car and get her stuff, and then take her back to her room.

up

presidential suite, he laid her flat

as he was about to get up, she grabbed his

can have a few more drinks. How much is it? I'll pay you." She felt around in her pockets, as if she was looking for her handbag, "Huh, where's the card?

him for gigolos again? Obviously she could not drink,

go sober you

to the pharmacy to buy her

just too

the explosive power of

hard

and fell into

and took off her shoes with the other. "Well,

and looked

was thrown into the trash bin with

“Thud"”.

took off another high heel, and this time she didn't even have to look at it. She just raised her hand and threw it into the trash bin with precision

throw something with such

moment of consternation and could not help but call out in a

"Joyce."