The Unfilial Boss Woman

Patrick turned to the entrance door as it swung open, revealing the pretty maid dressed in yellow. He felt sluggish, as if he were weightless, while taking in her charming face.He felt compelled to walk up to her as she entered his sitting room, her cute, round, chubby face meeting his cold gaze. She carried a tray of his evening meal in her hands, likely sent by his mother. He gripped the third bottle of wine he was drinking, slowly removing it from his lips as she stopped in front of him and flashed the most beautiful smile he had ever seen."Sorry to bother you, sir, but mother said I should deliver this meal to you. Where can I put it?" she asked. Patrick dropped the wine bottle on the bar top and stood up sluggishly to meet her. Her shining black eyes immediately darted away from him to the tray in her hands as he staggered toward her, sniffing her like a dog, causing her to freeze at his sudden behavior.Loveth had never seen a handsome man like him before. Initially, she had re

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. She responded, but it was clear that she didn’t know how to kiss. Loveth kissed him in return, licking his lower lip, and he smiled before parting his lips from hers. Sitting up properly on his bed, he said, "So you don’t want to suck me, but I’m feeling hot and sick with you here. Just a little warmth from you won’t hurt, I promise."Loveth couldn’t resist him; she felt drawn to him, her center aching as if it needed him to plunge into her. Patrick stripped her of her maid gown and tossed it onto the tiled floor, exposing her bare body to his gaze. Even in his drunken state, he admired her curves, taking his time to remove her bra and underwear. "How old are you?" Patrick asked, noting that her face looked younger while her body was more mature than he had expected. "I’m 20 years old, and I’ll be 21 next month in January," Loveth r

l"Son, won't you have your breakfast first before leaving for work?" Mrs. Eleanor Anderson asked, staring at her only son, who was focused on Loveth. This made her smile."Loveth!" she called, and Loveth turned to meet their gazes. She immediately looked down, feeling nervous and remembering the illicit affair she had with the young master of the house the previous night. Patrick wasn't exactly young, and she wondered why the other servants kept calling him "young master," as they had been working in the Anderson mansion long before her, probably when the handsome dark man was younger."What would you like for breakfast, son?" Mrs. Eleanor asked, turning back to Patrick."I'm fine, Mother. I have to go now." Patrick leaned forward and kissed his mother on the cheek, and Mrs. Eleanor frowned."Why, son? Come sit with me first and have your breakfast. It’s not like you’ll be fired. Did you eat the chicken pepper soup I asked Loveth to serve you last night? How was it?" Mrs. Eleanor asked

"What did he say?" Willow slowly asked as she noticed Ava shift her gaze away and focus on her computer."I'm sorry, but the boss insisted you leave, or he will call security to escort you out."Willow bit her lips nervously. She knew Patrick wouldn’t be willing to see her, and she had flown into the country the previous day after realizing that Tony wanted to use her to get to Patrick.Tony and Patrick had been best friends before—they started hanging out together and hosting ladies together, but what went wrong between them was a mystery to her. Willow never expected Tony to have recorded her affair with him. She had only traveled out and wanted a fling with him—a one-night stand, a secret affair—but it seemed Tony was a snitch.Willow looked at Ava Adams, unable to argue with her. She knew her only option was to continue visiting Patrick's aged mother to put pressure on Patrick and make him marry her.Willow regretted taking pills in the past when Patrick wanted a baby, claiming tha

"What's up, man? I've been staring at you for hours now, waiting for you to speak, and you're just silent about it. What's the problem?" Charles questioned, and Patrick sighed, finally standing up and walking back to his office seat."I don't know. It just feels like I had sex with one of our maids last night, but I'm trying to convince myself it’s a lie. But seeing the stain on my mattress and how she blushed when she looked at me at the dining table makes me feel guilty and scared," Patrick said, and Charles burst out laughing again, making Patrick angrier."What's so funny, guy?!""I'm sorry, but what's going on with you, Patrick? Are you sure you don't need to see a doctor? I don't get it at all. One minute, you want to break up with Willow, and the next, you're infatuated with your maid.""I'm not infatuated with any maid! You know I can't have anything to do with a maid! A low-class, poverty-stricken lady... No way! I love women with class, ladies with standards, not some cheap-a