I Forgot I Ever Loved You (Zoe and Hayden) novel Chapter 49

Zoe’s heart pounded wildly in her chest as she desperately yanked her hand back.

He really was a psycho.

She had barely woken up, and he was already harassing her.

Spouting things she couldn't even understand, parading around dressed so shamelessly...

Zoe couldn't help but steal a glance at his sculpted chest and swallowed hard.

But in the next second, Hayden pulled away, his expression turning ice-cold.

He slapped a piece of A4 paper down in front of her.

"Read it."

Confused, Zoe picked it up. The moment she read the bold, black heading "Guarantee Letter," her pale face flushed deep red.

Wait—

Did she write this?

The contents were absolutely humiliating.

I guarantee I will never enter illicit public venues again.

I guarantee I will never hire escorts again.

I will not engage in activities contrary to public decency.

What was this?

It didn't even look like her handwriting!

"Forgot everything you did last night already?"

Hayden swiftly snatched the paper out of her hand.

Right in front of her, he locked it away in the bedside drawer.

"The police told me to write it for you. That's your fingerprint on it."

Zoe finally started to remember tiny fragments of the night.

She seemed to recall touching one of the escorts. He had looked handsome, edgy, and a little bit like Hayden.

Ugh.

Hayden leaned over her again, hooking a finger under her chin and dragging her face inches from his, until their noses almost touched.

The faint scent of patchouli radiating from him sent a wave of heat pooling in her stomach, making her heart race wildly.

"Was I not satisfying you enough? Is that why you had to go looking for strays on the outside?"

Zoe's world shattered.

Her face turned so red it could practically bleed.

Anything related to him, including the man himself, Zoe had entirely forgotten.

Yet she didn't seem to have forgotten a single detail about Hunter or her uncle.

Dr. Muir was right.

There was a ninety percent chance she was faking it.

But he didn't mind playing along.

He wanted to see exactly how long she could keep this act up.

"Aren't you always dreaming about your old lover? He'll be there tomorrow too."

Hayden's voice chilled her to the bone.

Zoe had no idea what he meant by "old lover."

A neat pile of clothes was thrown directly at her face.

"Put these on and get the hell out of my room."

It had taken an immense amount of willpower for Hayden to drag his eyes away from Zoe's stunning, fiercely tempting body.

While he was speaking, Zoe had completely forgotten her sheet had fallen off again, sitting absolutely stark naked in front of him, staring blankly as she listened to his lecture.

If Hayden hadn't already convinced himself that Zoe's seduction was entirely an act, he probably would have lost control.