The Unfilial Boss Woman

Patrick turned and stared at the entrance door as it pushed open, revealing the pretty maid in her pink uniform who stepped in. He felt sluggish, almost weightless, staring at her pretty face. Patrick felt drawn to walk up to Loveth and seize 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—probably sent by his mother to deliver his dinner. Clutching the third alcoholic wine bottle, Patrick gulped it quickly, then slowly removed it from his sinful lips. Loveth 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 her. Her shining black eyes quickly looked away from him to the tray in her hands, as he staggered toward her. He sniffed her like a dog, and she froze at his

Patrick stared at Loveth’s oval face and pink lips, then leaned forward and captured her lips with his, kissing her hungrily and savoring their taste. Loveth responded, but it was obvious that she didn’t know how to kiss. She kissed Patrick in return, licking his lower lip, and he smiled, pulled his lips away from hers, and stared at her face as he moved back and sat up properly on his bed. Patrick said, “So you don’t want to touch me, but I’m feeling hot and restless with you here beside me. Just a little warmth from you won’t hurt, I promise.” Loveth couldn’t resist Patrick, as she felt drawn to him, and her body ached as though it needed him. Patrick stripped off her gown and threw it onto the tiled floor, exposing her body to his gaze even in his drunken state. He stared at her full brẹasts, which were ample. Patrick took his time removing Loveth's bra and underwear too. “How old are you?” he asked, since her face looked younger, though her body appeared more mature than he ha

"Son, won't you have your breakfast first before leaving for work?" Mrs. Eleanor Anderson asked as she looked at her only son, seeing his eyes fixed on Loveth, which made her smile. "Loveth!" Mrs. Eleanor called out to Loveth. Loveth turned and met all their gazes, staring downward as nervousness gripped her and she recalled her illicit affair with the young master the previous night. Patrick was not young, and Loveth wondered why the other servants kept calling him "young master," since they had worked in the Anderson mansion long before her—probably back when the handsome man had been younger. "What would you like for breakfast, Patrick?" Mrs. Eleanor asked as she turned back to him. "I'm fine, Mother. I have to go now," Patrick said as he leaned forward and kissed his mother on her left cheek. But she 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

"What did he say?" Willow asked slowly as she saw Ava shift her gaze away and stare at her computer. "I'm sorry, but the boss insists you leave, or he will send security to escort you away." Willow bit her lip nervously. She knew Patrick would not accept seeing her, and 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 had been best friends before, they hung out together and hosted ladies together, but what had gone wrong between them, Willow had no idea. She had never even expected Tony to have recorded her affair with him. She had only traveled abroad and wanted a fling with him—a one-night stand, a secret affair—but it seemed Tony was a snitch. Willow stared at Ava and had no words to argue with her, knowing the only option she had left was to continually visit Patrick's aged mother so she could mount pressure on Patrick and make him marry her. She regretted taking pills the previous

"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,