The Three Little Guardian Angels

Caught in a ruthless conspiracy, Maisie Vanderbilt lost her chastity and was forced to move out of her home. Six years later, she returned to the country with three little rugrats tagging along, ready for revenge. To her surprise, her adorable angels turned out to be much more resourceful than herself. They tracked down their birth father, a man powerful enough to protect her, and had him kidnapped. “Mommy, we kidnapped Daddy and brought him home!” The man gazed down at the three miniature versions of himself. Then, he backed her up against the corner of the wall. With a brow raised, he suddenly smirked. “Since we already have three, how about another?” Maisie retorted, “Scr*w you!”

“Ouch…”

As Maisie gradually regained her consciousness, all she could feel was her splitting headache and the throbbing pain all through her body, as if she had just been hit by a car. She furrowed her brows at the unease, but she could not find the strength to shrug it off.

She could barely make out the silhouette of the man in the dark but could smell the unique fragrance of Gucci cologne, lightly wafting through the air.

The man stayed silent the entire time while he pressed his body against her, kissing and nibbling her slender neck…

As dawn crept up, the morning sun shone in.

Maisie suddenly opened her eyes. She was astonished to find herself naked in bed with a stranger lying next to her. He had his back turned against her.

Maisie’s face turned pale as flashbacks of the night before suddenly came back rushing back to her. It was not a dream after all!

How had she ended up here?

All Maisie could recall from last night was that she had been celebrating her birthday with Willow. After taking a few sips of the sangria Willow had brought to her, she passed out!

Could it be that her drink had been spiked!?

Maisie gnashed her teeth and walked out of bed. With every ounce of composure within her, she tried to remain as calm as she could. She swiftly slipped on her clothes from last night, tidied herself up, and fled. She needed to get home immediately so that she could talk to Willow and find out what had happened!

*****

When Maisie reached home, she saw her father sitting on the sofa waiting for her. Stephen asked with a calm expression, “Where were you last night?”

Maisie pursed her lips, thinking about the events of last night before finally replying, “I fell asleep in a friend’s house.”

‘Bam!’

Slamming a picture on the table, he roared furiously, “I know you spent the night with a man in a hotel room! How dare you lie to me?”

The sight of the photo made the blood drain from Maisie’s face. It was a picture of a man she did not recognize, helping her into a hotel room.

Willow rushed down the stairs in her high heels. “Dad, calm down.”