You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Felix froze for a few seconds, “Luther, what did you say?”

‘I said, she’s my wife.” Luther seemed to have immersed in the cloud of the lingering smoke, dusted off the cigarette ash. For a reason no one could really understand, such a casual action as it might be, had exuded a fatal attraction. He was just so handsome.

After only two puffs, Luther put out his cigarette, as if he was afraid Joyce might feel uncomfortable.

“Shit, I can’t believe you got married!” Mathew almost exploded, “And you didn’t tell us? We never heard of your wedding even!”

“It was just temporary, so you guys don’t have to care.” Joyce popped up with a smile.

Luther’s cold eyes swept over.

At once, the air turned ice cold.

Felix seemed to understand what happened, so he immediately rounded up, “Come on then, since you are Mrs. Warner now, let’s have a few drinks.”

“I can’t drink.” Joyce waved her hand.

“Ma’am, here are the rules. We play a game of darts, and if you don’t hit the heart you are punished with one cup, and if you miss the target you are punished with three cups. If you hit the heart we each take one drink. If you hit the double, we’ll each take three cups. That’s three rounds of the game.” Felix finished and squeezed his eyes at Mathew.

Mathew immediately understood, so he brought over a bottle of expensive strong wine on the table, took out three glasses and filled them all.

liquor

me like

Joyce, can we start now? I’ll show you first.” Mathew finished and threw

at all!

three darts to Joyce, “Joyce, it’s your turn. Do you want to try your hand at the darts first?” Luther frowned. They had overplayed their hand a bit.

rules were apparently

strong, and if Joyce drank three

all. It was just their plan to get Joyce drunk so that Luther could do something to her. They must think they do it all for the sake of

stood up and tried

heard a few “swish” sounds.

darts at the same time, twirl them around in her hand,

Joyce again. Joyce

she threw were left

was so fast they didn’t even have the time to see

“Gr …

for each of you then.” Joyce shrugged

must be so drunk today.

of them were on the verge of vomiting when