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.

had put up with him long enough, and she did not how much longer she would

on his clothes, "Tell me the truth, do you have eyes for that

he returned, she could not find any traces of women from

any big difference, and it was not

keen sixth sense told her that Otis had

about a man who spent all his time on alcohol and women, but what if the man suddenly stopped doing all of these? That

and was so focused recently, which could only mean that he wanted to do something rather

and these days, he tried his best not to find her. He sent

a special woman greatly aroused his

for her had gone

first, all he wanted was for her to submit to

for design, her talent for shooting, her guts and courage, and even her low, beautiful voice, everything about

no longer satisfied with just sleeping with her, and he wanted to

didn’t want to hide. He wanted everyone