CHAPTER TWELVE
The moment we arrived back at the cottage, I was about to step out of the car when he grabbed my hand rather forcefully. I snapped a sharp gaze at him, taken aback by the sudden act.
“What the hell!” I cussed, looking at him.
“Don’t even think about it Zoe,” He breathed venomously.
“Think about what?” I questioned, wondering what the hell I had done.
“You think I don’t know girls like you? Girls who think they can screw me over by screwing my closest friend? Be careful Zoe because there won’t be a second warning,”
“First off, let go of my hand and second, you are not my father. Let me put it in a basic language that you can understand Ryan, I’m saying, you have no f*****g control of what I do and please, Reagan is the last thing on my mind right now,” I
