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.

of the mellow liquor floated all over

corrected, “No need to call me like that, just call

we start now? I’ll show you first.” Mathew finished and threw the dart in his hand.

at

turn. Do you want to try your hand at

rules were

strong, and if Joyce drank three glasses, she would certainly fall

get Joyce drunk so that Luther could do something to

up and tried to stop them.

he heard a few “swish” sounds.

pick up three darts at the same time, twirl them around in her

they turned their eyes back to Joyce again. Joyce was already wiping her palms

three darts she threw

She was so fast they didn’t even

was! “Gr … great,”

of you then.” Joyce shrugged her shoulders and smiled

glasses. The two of them must be so drunk today. That should not have been

of them were on the verge of vomiting when they