Week 313 – She woke scared and confused

Match couldn’t take his eyes off the woman lying unconscious and tied to his bed.

His woman.

Maisie.

Strawberry blonde hair that reached all the way down her back, huge long lashed green eyes, a sprinkling of freckles across her nose and cheekbones. She was gorgeous, sunny, beautiful inside and out.

Walking away from her had been the hardest thing he’d ever done. But the right thing to do.

His obsession with her had put her in danger and leaving had been the only way to ensure her safety. In doing so he’d lost the chance to be a father.

Fury still burned inside him and it warred with the love he felt for the mother of his child.

Match knew he wasn’t a good man, not even close. He was a danger both to his son and Maisie.

Still he reached out a hand and stroked the side of her head, wondering if her hair was still as soft as he remembered.

It was.

When he tangled his fingers in the silky locks and tugged just hard enough he knew her scalp would sting, she woke scared and confused.

“Milo!” she shrieked, bolting upright so fast he only just avoided her head plowing into his nose.

Her frantic gaze flew around the room in search of their son and he gave a cold laugh, drawing it to him.

“Not nice not knowing where your child is, is it?” he mocked.

The Maisie he knew would have burst into tears, sobbed and pleaded, apologised even though they both knew none of this was her fault. Growing up in the foster system she’d become a people pleaser, desperate for any scrap of attention someone threw her way

But tears wasn’t what he got.

Instead fury filled the eyes of his gorgeous girl and her lip curled in a snarl. “You sick, twisted monster! You abandon me and our son and you have the audacity to be angry with me about that? Go to hell.”

Along with anger at being spoken to like that was a heavy dose of pride and a whole lot of desire. He hadn’t touched a woman since Maisie and seeing her again had need sizzling through his system like a wildfire.

“Sorry to break it to you, sweetheart,” he sneered, “I’m already there, and now, so are you.”