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.

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

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

Otis's movements recently. Every day when he returned, she could not find any traces of women from his clothes. Lipstick, perfume, and hair, she could find none of them and he was

it was not like she really liked him

keen sixth sense told her that Otis

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

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

hot, and these days, he tried his best not to find her. He sent her messages only occasionally, which she

a special woman greatly aroused

her

all he wanted was for her to submit

overwhelming talent, her talent for design, her talent for shooting, her guts and courage, and even

sleeping with her, and he wanted to

hide. He wanted