Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

The bodyguard yanked off his pants, and grabbed hold of Zoey's ankles.

Fitch watched the scene unfold, suddenly feeling a tightness in his chest—a sharp, almost imperceptible pain.

The smoke from his cigarette clouded around his face.

His eyelashes fluttered down as he said, “Get out, all of you.”

The bodyguards looked as if they were granted a pardon, because they knew clearly if they went any further with the woman on

the bed, they might not live to see another day.

They hurriedly pulled up their pants, nodded briskly at Fitch, and made their exit; they ran away so fast as if they were being

chased by the devil himself.

Fitch flicked the cigarette away and moved to the bedside.

Zoey's ankles bore the marks of rough fingers; the bodyguard's grip had been so intense and had left five distinct imprints on her

delicate skin.

Zoey stared at the ceiling, feeling her whole body numb, until her wrist was seized by him and she was yanked up to a sitting

position.

The blood at the corner of her mouth had spread to her lips. She glared at him with her eyes red with tears, trying to shake off his

grip, but she didn't even have the strength to crush a block of tofu.

Fitch pulled over a tissue from the nightstand and began to dab at the blood on her lips.

She wanted to dodge, but she couldn't, and tears silently fell from her eyes.

tissue soaked with blood, her mouth

her chin, his finger

unable to close her mouth, she felt the sting of his finger on

flowed more freely, but she

briefly. The injury wasn’t so

his finger when Zoey

real strength; it

"Let go."

icy. Zoey, with bloodshot eyes, glared

she was exerting all her might, but to Fitch,

finger was enveloped in a warm, moist sensation, and

scratched at his heart.

gaze darkened in

next second, he pushed her

up again and clutched at the

throb between his brows. He tried to walk away, but she propped herself up

at the end of his patience,

almost assaulted, and now you're thinking of men?

seemed very lucid

dress was torn, exposing half of her

lifted her head with force and bit down

before he could react, he was pushed down onto

hard, cold, until a warm body leaned against him, nesting in his

but she leaned weakly into the crook of

and

with all her strength, she only left a red

really wanted to pierce through that skin, to see if his blood was

even after grinding her teeth against that piece of skin, she couldn't break

stared at the ceiling, yanking her

you lost your

his,