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.

mellow liquor floated

to call me like that,

finished and threw the dart in his

bad at all!

try your hand at the darts first?” Luther frowned. They had overplayed their hand a

were

and if Joyce drank three glasses, she would certainly fall

get Joyce drunk so that Luther could do something to her. They must think they do it all for

stood up and tried to stop

heard a few “swish”

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

their eyes back to Joyce again. Joyce was already wiping her

all these three darts she threw were

jaws in shock. She was so fast

was! “Gr

times three gets nine. Nine cups for each of you then.” Joyce shrugged her shoulders and smiled blandly.

two of them must be so drunk today.

of them were on the verge of vomiting when they finished