I Forgot I Ever Loved You (Zoe and Hayden) novel Chapter 66

Zoe's anger subsided significantly. She listened quietly to Hayden's warning, deciding to drop the whole estate incident.

"I know. I won't do it again."

A father caring for his daughter meant Hayden wasn't as cold as he pretended to be.

She was actually ready to forgive him.

Hayden remained silent for a few seconds before suddenly speaking.

"Take off your pants."

"Excuse me?"

Zoe hadn't even processed his sudden display of fatherly affection before he pinned her flat against the mattress.

His hands went straight for her waist. Zoe honestly wondered if he had practiced stripping women out of their clothes.

His movements were so terrifyingly swift and practiced she didn't even have time to react.

Her head spun as she hit the sheets. Hayden expertly slid off her skirt, leaving Zoe blushing furiously as she tried to cover herself, her face flushed with indignant rage.

"Hayden, what the hell are you doing?"

Was he out of his mind?

Hayden stared down at her. Over the past five years, every single time they were together, she had been the one wearing practically nothing and throwing herself at him.

If she hadn't schemed her way into his bed five years ago, leaving that telltale crimson stain and trembling so hard she couldn't walk, he would have sworn she was incredibly experienced given all the tricks she pulled.

Honestly, if the sex hadn't been so addicting, he would have thrown her in prison for setting him up back then.

"Why didn't you tell me you were hurt this badly?"

He carefully examined her injury. When she had been drunk, he was the one who applied the ointment.

Thanks to the medication, it looked slightly better today, but the redness and swelling were still there.

Zoe was so mortified she wanted the floor to swallow her whole.

"Don't look,"

"Don't—touch—"

God, she felt like she was going to pass out.

What woman could withstand a man like him playing her body like this?

Blushing crimson, she kicked out at him, but he easily snatched her ankle.

He was prepared this time and didn't let her land the blow.

In his SUV, she had nearly ended his ability to have kids. At the estate, she had dislocated his wrist, and he was still waiting for Quentin to come fix it.

Was she trying to kill him now?

Hayden lifted her leg higher, fully exposing her to his predatory gaze. The intoxicating sight made his blood rush dangerously hot.

Taking his time admiring what belonged strictly to him, Hayden forced down his surging lust and leaned in with a wicked smirk.

"Mrs. Thorne, are you trying to murder your own husband?"