You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

The next day, the early morning sunlight shone straight into the room from the gaps between the windows, leaving golden fragments scattered around the ground.

The Heath residence.

Charlotte woke up from her sleep. Actually she had been woken up by the commotion of the person sleeping next to her.

She sat up and looked at Otis’ cold, hard back as he was dressing, and couldn't help but ask, "What have you been up to lately, leaving early and coming home so late?"

Otis looked into the mirror, his jaw slightly raised, and did the buttons one by one.

"Don’t ask questions you shouldn't ask." He bristled disdainfully. Charlotte lifted the covers straight up and got out of the bed in her pink pajamas, "Otis, don't go too far. Since you treat me like this, aren't you afraid that one day people may find out?"

"Huh." Otis looked back at her as if he had heard a very funny joke, "Find out? Don't worry. I assure you, if you want to reveal something to them, it will be your stuff that will be found out first."

"You!" Otis in the end got a hold over her and she thus could not really do anything to him however she wanted to.

not how much longer she would have to put up with him. One more such terrible day would be

fell on his clothes, "Tell me the truth, do you have

returned, she could not find any traces of women from his clothes. Lipstick, perfume,

make any big difference, and it was not like she really liked him all so

sense told her that Otis had become

to worry about a man who spent all his time on alcohol and women, but what if the man suddenly

which could only mean that he wanted to do something rather serious.

Zora Knowles made his body feel so hot, and these days, he tried his best not

greatly aroused his conquest

desire for her had gone far

to submit to

now, as she showed her overwhelming talent, her talent for design, her talent for shooting, her guts and courage, and even her

just sleeping with her, and he wanted

to hide. He wanted everyone to know about that when