The Unfilial Boss Woman

Patrick turned and stared at the entrance door as it pushed open, and he saw the pretty fair-skinned maid step in. He felt sluggish, almost weightless, as he stared at the pretty face. He felt drawn to walk up to her and seize her as she walked into his sitting room with her cute round face meeting his cold gaze. She carried a tray of his evening meal in her hands, and he assumed his mother had sent her to deliver his dinner. Patrick clutched tighter to the third alcoholic wine bottle he was gulping, then slowly removed the bottle from his sinful lips as she stopped in front of him and flashed him the most beautiful smile he had ever seen. “I'm sorry to bother you, sir, but Mother said I should deliver this meal to you. Where can I keep it?” Loveth asked. Patrick dropped the wine bottle on the bar top and stood up sluggishly to meet Loveth. Her black shining eyes immediately stared away from him and toward the trays in her hands while he staggered toward her and sniffed her like a

Patrick stared at Loveth’s face and her natural pink lips. He leaned forward and captured her lips with his, kissing her hungrily and savoring the taste. Loveth responded, but it was obvious she did not know how to kiss. She kissed Patrick in return, licking his lower lip. He smiled and parted his lips from hers. Staring at her face, he moved back and sat up properly on his bed. “So you don’t want to suck me, but I’m feeling hot and sick with you here with me. Just a little warmth from you won’t hurt, I promise.” Loveth could not resist Patrick. She felt drawn to him, and her pụssy ached as if it needed him to plunge into her. Patrick stripped Loveth's of her pink gown and threw it to the tiled floor, exposing her full bare body to his view even in his drunken state. He stared at her huge brẹasts, which were larger than he had thought, and took his time removing her bra and underwear. “How old are you?” Patrick asked. Loveth's face looked younger, but her body was more mature tha

"My son, won't you have your breakfast first before leaving to work?" Mrs. Eleanor asked as she stared at her only son and met his eyes focused on Loveth, making her smile. "Loveth!" she called Loveth back. Loveth turned and met all their gazes on her. She quickly stared downward, feeling nervous and remembering she had an illicit affair with the young master of the house the previous night. Patrick wasn't young, though, and Loveth wondered why the other servants kept calling him "young master," as they had been working in the Anderson mansion long before her and probably when the handsome dark man was younger. "What will you like to have for breakfast, son?" Mrs. Eleanor asked as she stared back at Patrick again. "I'm fine, mother. I have to go now." Patrick leaned forward and kissed his mother on her cheeks. But she frowned. "Why, son? Come sit with me first and have your breakfast. It's not like you will be fired. Did you still eat the chicken pepper soup I asked Loveth to s

"What did he say?" Willow slowly asked as she saw Ava shift her gaze away and stare at her computer. "I'm sorry, but boss insisted you leave, or he will send for the security to send you away." Willow bit her lips nervously. She knew Patrick wouldn't accept to see her. She had flown into the country the previous day after realization dawned on her that Tony wanted to use her to get to Patrick. Tony and Patrick were best friends before they hung out together, hosted ladies together. But what went wrong between them, Willow had no idea about it. She never even expected Tony to have recorded her sex affair with him. She only traveled out and just wanted a bang with him, a one-night stand with him, a secret affair. But it seemed Tony was a snitch. Willow stared at Ava, and she had no words to argue with her, knowing the only option she had left was to continually visit Patrick's mother, so that she could mount pressure on Patrick and make him marry her. Willow regretted taking abort

"What's the matter, man? I've been staring at you for hours now, waiting for you to speak, and you're silent about it. What's the problem?" Charles questioned, and Patrick sighed before standing up and walking back to his office chair. "I don't know. It just seems to me like I had sex with one of my mother's maids last night, but I'm trying to think of it as a lie. But seeing the stain on my mattress and how she blushed while staring at me at our dining table, I just felt guilty and scared," Patrick admitted, and Charles burst out laughing again, making Patrick angrier. "What's so funny, guy?!" "I'm sorry. What's going on with you, Patrick? Are you sure you don't need to visit a doctor? Because I don't get you at all. This minute, you want to break up with Willow; next, you're infatuated with your maid." "I'm not infatuated with any maid. You know I cannot have anything to do with a maid! A low-class, poverty-stricken lady... No way! I love women with class, ladies with standards,