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.

the tissue soaked with blood, her mouth

chin, his finger

back slightly; unable to close her mouth, she felt the

but she was

The injury wasn’t so bad; it wasn’t

was ready to withdraw his finger when Zoey suddenly

no real strength; it was like a kitten's

"Let go."

eyes, glared at him

exerting all her might, but to Fitch,

his finger was enveloped in a warm, moist sensation, and that slight

scratched at his heart.

gaze darkened in

pushed her

onto the bed, then she got up again

throb between his brows. He tried to walk away,

at the end of his patience, he

assaulted, and now you're thinking of men? Zoey, were you born to

clear; she seemed

torn, exposing half of her

her head with force and

and before he could react, he was pushed down

hard, cold, until a warm

in fury, but

and sank her teeth into a patch of skin

she only left a

if his blood was black,

against that piece of skin, she couldn't break

stared at the ceiling, yanking her

lost

against his, and her lips were swollen from the earlier chili,