Page 3 of The Stowaway

He had cut her T-shirt off, and she wore a plain black bra. There was a scratch above her breast, and I wondered if she’d been raped her. When the doctor began to unbutton her jeans, it made me feel sick that he was about to strip her naked.

“Move, I will do that,” I snapped at him.

“Of course, my apologies,” he said as he stood up, raising his hands.

I unzipped her jeans and pulled them down her legs. She wore black plain cotton knickers.

“Do you need everything off?” I asked, glancing at the doctor, who was putting on a fresh pair of gloves.

“Yes, I will be quick and as gentle as possible, Mr Maslow.”

I pulled her knickers off, and it was impossible not to look at her pussy. There was no blood on her, and her panties were intact. She had a light smattering of hair above her pussy, and it irked me that the doctor would see her like this.

“Be quick,” I said roughly.

I let him get on with it as I searched her pockets, but they were empty. There was no ID or money. I checked the bandages on her feet to ensure that I hadn't loosened them by removing her clothes. The wounds weren't as bad once the doctor had cleaned up her feet. Her head had needed a few stitches.

“Uh, she hasn't been assaulted. She is a virgin,” he said, snapping off the latex gloves.

I blinked at him before quickly putting my baggy shorts on her. I unfolded my T-shirt and lay it over her naked torso. My protective urges shifted towards an urge to know the woman’s story. I stroked her soft cheek.

“How long will it take her to heal from her injuries?” I asked, facing the doctor.

“I'm leaving you some cream to help with her bruising. I will be back to remove the stitches on her head. Do you have some paracetamol at home?”

“Yes,” I said, looking at the woman.

He nodded and put two tubes of cream on the bedside table.

“Her head will take anywhere from a week to two weeks, and her ribs will take four to six weeks. The eye socket isn't fractured, and the bruising should heal within a week or so. If she feels sick, vomits, or has any problems with dizziness or blurred vision, then call me straight away. She will heal, Mr Maslow, but she will need to feel safe in her environment.”

My eyes narrowed on his.

“Choose your words carefully. This is not my work, nor do I have a habit of brutalising women,” I gritted out.

His cheeks flushed before he hastily began to clean up and pack his bag. As soon as he left, I put my T-shirt on her, being careful of her bandaged head. I tucked her under the covers and smoothed her hair away from her face.

I pulled the chair towards my bed and stared at the nameless woman. I’d messaged Dima to send me footage of the car park. I needed to see when she snuck inside and how she got into my car.

I finally understood what my grandfather and father had described when they met my grandmother and mother. I’d never thought that I’d be lucky enough to find a woman with whom I had such a visceral reaction to. It wasn't just her body I wanted. No, I wanted so much more. I wanted it all.

I settled into the chair but kept my eyes on my little Kitten. No one would ever lay a finger on her again because instinct told me that she was mine and I was keeping her. The longer I looked at her injured face, the anger within me began to fester until it morphed into a fully-fledged fury like nothing I’d ever experienced before.

This would require extreme patience on my part.

Chapter 2

Amelia

When I moved, the pain in my head and ribs immediately made me open my eye. I touched my swollen cheek, and the eye that was shut felt like it had some kind of oily ointment on it. I froze when I saw the scary man from the sports car asleep. He was propped up on an armchair, but he wasn't wearing his suit. I shivered when I thought of his big black hellhound. Nervously, I looked around for the beast and licked my dry lips but winced at the pain in my lip.

I glanced at the man, relieved to see that he was still asleep. He looked like a reputable businessman, but wearing a hoody and sweats, I couldn’t decide if he looked more dangerous or less. He had tattoos on his neck. I tried to squint my eye to focus on them but couldn't make them out. His dark hair was shaved close at the sides, and the top was combed to one side like a quiff. His beard was more like a dark stubble. He looked younger than my stepfather.

I lay my head back on the pillow as I remembered the attack. It wasn't enough to make my life a living hell anymore. They had escalated into trying to rape me. I felt the nausea build up in the pit of my stomach. Something inside me had snapped, and I had fought back like the devil, but with two against one, it had been an utter disaster. A tear ran down the side of my face. It was quickly followed by a flow of them.

“You're awake.”

My eye snapped towards the man’s deep voice. My heart almost stopped when I looked into his deep mahogany eyes. My gut screamed that there was something dangerous about this man. He had terrified me when he discovered me hiding under his black coat. The fury in him was excessive and reminded me of the scumbags I’d lived with. I wiped my tears away and hoped I didn’t have another fight ahead of me.

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