#royce&maisie001

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The flush on her cheeks didn't pass unnoticed and Royce smirked to himself. "It's the truth, I'm glad you think it's sweet" he winked at her playfully. Unlike Maisie, he was very chill. Don't get him wrong, he was excited too, but he was a confident man, one who had her do all sort of things without even getting to know her.

"Of course I did, you invited me over, I should bring something with me" he said dismissively. "Sure, why not" he nodded his head as he took off his suit jacket and hang it on the back of a chair, still looking around curiously. "How long have you been living here?" He asked as he rolled up his sleeves. His eyes posed on her and he noticed her staring, that made him smirk. "Here, I'll open it" he said, meaning the wine. "Do you have a corkscrew, beautiful?" He asked smoothly, fully aware of the word that he had just used. Nothing Royce said or did wasn't premeditated, he always thought his words and actions thoroughly, he was a laywer after all.

His compliment brought a flush to her cheeks and a bashful smile to her lips as she tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. He'd seen far more of her than anyone else ever had and yet she still managed to blush under his keen gaze. "That's sweet of you to say," she smiled, shutting the door behind him, filled with a nervous yet excited energy.

"You didn't have to do that," she grinned, taking stock of the bottle in his hands before moving towards the kitchen with far more confidence than she felt. "Did you want to crack it open now?" She asked, hand already opening a cupboard to retrieve two glasses as she turned to look up at him, gaze drinking in his tall frame and ridiculous good looks, attempting not to look as if she was staring and... failing.

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He couldn't deny it, this was fucking hot, and way more fun than to spend time listening to the people at the office complain or have boring sex with his long time girlfriend. Royce was a curious man, restless too, someone who was constantly needing to entertain himself with things. When you are used to having everything, you become bored too quickly.

He ran into this chatroom and found her by mere coincidence, but what a finding! Sweet Maisie. She even had a good girl's name. Sure it was all virtual, but there was a chemistry between them that surprised him, and she was so willing to do all the things he suggested. He lied to her, told her he had been living in another State and now he was finally back. Royce was going to book a nice hotel suite, but she invited him to her place and he felt curious, so he accepted.

He showed at her place with a bottle of wine and when she opened the door, the smirk slowly spread across his lips. "Hello, Maisie" he greeted her. "You are even more beautiful in person" he said, flashing that charming smile of his. He had an entire collecion of pictures and videos of her in his phone, and somehow, the real her was way more beautiful. Royce stepped into her house and looked around, it was a charming little thing. Well, anything was little if you compared it to the triplex he lived in, but she didn't have to know that. "I brought wine..." he smiled, lifting up the bottle.

open to — any m plot — this but feel free to ignore the prison aspect if you don't vibe with that; he could be anyone looking for a little more excitement in his life etc. muse — maisie anderson, 26, teacher

At numerous points over the past few months, Maisie questioned whether she'd lost her mind. She'd hardly ever had guys interested in her and she supposed that's where the initial attraction had started; she liked having someone croon over her. She liked exploring this side of her that he'd woken up. That didn't mean that she wasn't slightly nervous as she opened the front door to her apartment, flush high on her cheeks as she met his gaze and realised exactly how much of her he'd already seen over the past few months. "Hey," she greeted, pressing a chaste kiss against his cheek before inviting him into her home. "Come in."