I Forgot I Ever Loved You (Zoe and Hayden) novel Chapter 72

Hunter clenched his fists. He had been itching to beat Hayden to a pulp for a long time.

Five years ago, he had feared Hayden's power, but now, he was more than capable of holding his own.

Hayden scoffed.

"One hand is more than enough for you."

Hunter broke free from the bodyguards' grip, glaring at Hayden with murderous intent.

"Fight me one-on-one. If I win, Zoe comes with me."

Hayden tossed his umbrella aside and slowly advanced toward Hunter.

He appreciated Hunter's reckless bravado, but...

When it came to an actual fight, Hunter wasn't even in his league.

"Give her back, Hayden. You don't deserve her."

Hayden's gaze turned predatory. With a lightning-fast spinning side kick, he sent Hunter crashing to the ground.

The rain continued to fall, though it had lightened considerably.

Both men were completely soaked.

Hunter knelt on the wet asphalt, staring at the man before him in utter disbelief.

How was this possible? He had trained for so long, yet he couldn't even block a single strike from Hayden.

He tried to lunge forward again, only to be ruthlessly pinned down by the bodyguards.

Hayden towered over him, his eyes filled with unrestrained mockery and lethal warning.

"The next time you see Zoe, you address her as Mrs. Thorne."

Hunter's face was pressed hard against the muddy puddles. Fueled by hatred and despair, he watched Hayden's car door slowly pull shut.

Zoe's face vanished from his sight, leaving behind an unreachable silhouette that lingered painfully in his heart, leaving him choked up with helplessness.

Hayden ordered Colin to crank the heat to the max. He peeled off his own drenched shirt and pulled a thick blanket tightly over himself and Zoe.

Zoe's eyes remained tightly shut, her wet hair plastered against her cheeks.

He reached out, gently tucking the damp strands behind her ear to reveal her delicate, breathtakingly beautiful features.

No wonder Zoe had such a scandalous reputation. It made perfect sense why the paparazzi had gone into a frenzy over her affair with Hayden years ago.

Hayden took the garment from her. "Leave. I'll handle it."

Mrs. Gable hurriedly shut the bedroom door and practically fled downstairs.

Hayden sat on the edge of the bed, studying the woman's peaceful sleeping face.

She lay completely bare under the thin covers.

Hayden swallowed hard, his gaze turning somber with desire.

If she weren't still recovering from her injuries, exhausted and unconscious from the freezing rain, he would have taken her right then and there.

Hayden tossed the sheer lingerie aside. Those two scraps of fabric wouldn't hide anything anyway.

His hand gently brushed over her soft skin. She was impossibly smooth, with a delicate flush that felt incredible to the touch.

Hayden felt another surge of heat coursing through his veins, his stare growing impossibly dark.

Swallowing his urge, he finally forced himself up and walked straight into the bathroom.