“Knowing I had to get help, I ran down to the hotel reception” Bringing up five kids on my own, I usually steered clear of men. Fiercely independent, my kids were my world.
But, in summer 2017, I started chatting to Russell Mason, 35, at a house party.
‘I’m a bare-knuckle boxer,’ he boasted.
That explained his fit body...
Giggling, I fancied him from the off.
I’d vaguely known him a year, heard good things from friends. But I’d never had a chance to chat, until now.
Flirting away at the party, chemistry fizzed.
Far from putting me off, his boxing attracted me. A gym bunny myself, I loved that he was into his fitness.
Swapping numbers, I could feel the spark between us. And over the next few days…
