Chapter 3_ Seeing Him

Patrick had just finished rubbing his arms and thighs when his room door flung open. He was nàked, having thrown his white towel onto the blue couch. Without warning, the young lady stepped into his room, carrying a tray of food. He was confused, wondering if she hadn't left already.

"Oh my!" Loveth exclaimed, not expecting to see the young master without clothes.

She swallowed, almost losing her grip on the tray of food. Remembering his mother had told her that he had a weak stomach, she clutched the tray tighter, swallowed again, and immediately looked down.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

Patrick stared at Loveth for a few seconds, confused that someone would invade his privacy.

His blood boiled, and he was at a loss for words as she stood there with the tray he had seen with her earlier.

Not hearing any response from the man, Loveth contemplated whether to drop the tray of food somewhere in his large room or walk back out with it.

Then she heard him ask, "What are you doing in here?"

She raised her head to look at him, and her black eyes came into contact with his erect member. She swallowed and looked down again.

"I came to deliver your dinner. Mother said you had a weak stomach, and I felt it important to bring your dinner to you. She looked sad when I told her that you didn't respond and left me, going back to your rooms."

Loveth raised her head and saw Patrick walking back to the blue chair. She realized he loved blue and purple seats.

Patrick picked up his towel and tied it around his waist first, then stared back at Loveth angrily.

"Bring it over here, drop it on this table, and leave," he ordered.

Loveth swiftly walked closer to Patrick. He stood beside the table and the seat, and she approached the table.

As she went to put the tray on the table, her arm mistakenly brushed past his, and she froze, feeling goosebumps all over her.

"Sorry, sir," she whispered, becoming afraid, knowing the man was subtly aroused before she stepped in.

Loveth hadn't slept with a man before, but her best friend, Nancy Leo, a fair 22-year-old lady, had told her so much about men and the advantages of dating richer men.

Loveth was from an average home. They weren't poor, nor were they rich, but they lived normal lives. Her mother worked with the local council as a servant there, while her father was a taxi driver.

She felt her blood run hot as the shameless, handsome, dark-looking man leaned closer to her. Before she could jump away from him, he held her back, grabbing her slim, curvy waist. She was still in her pink uniform and hadn't retired back to her room to change into her nightgown.

"Why do you smell of milk?" Patrick asked as he sniffed her. She flipped her head over to meet his handsome gaze, so close to her view.

Loveth was at a loss for words to reply to his question as they stood so close. She felt something hard touching her beneath, making her shudder. He let go of her a little and stared at her pretty face.

"Have we met before?" Patrick asked her again, confusing her even more. Before she could respond, his sinful lips brushed hers and, without warning, kissed her lips, giving her the utmost shock of her life, as she hadn't kissed a guy before, not even her village boyfriend who had asked her out.

Patrick's kiss deepened, and he slid his other hand down to grip one of Loveth's buttọcks.

She wanted to push him away with the new surge of feelings that splashed through her, as she didn't know him and hadn't slept with a guy before, but her hands became numb and instead encircled his waist.

Loveth found herself succumbing to all the dirty kisses Patrick gave her.

He carried her up, and she held his head for support as she kissed him back, responding to his hot kisses.

She was weak, and she knew it. She hadn't thought of falling so cheaply for her madam's son. How would her mother react when they found out that she shamelessly slept with her boss's only son on the second day of her working with them?

Loveth was only 20 years old, and the handsome man, as if he knew her weak spot, carried her up and placed her gently on his king-size bed covered in a white bedspread.

He removed his towel, exposing his hard length to her, and she became afraid and immediately sat up on his bed.

"I'm sorry, sir, please let me go!" Loveth begged Patrick with her pleading black eyes.

Patrick was aroused, and he couldn't listen to Loevth. He knew she was scared because she was new and his mother's maid, but he felt she knew he was nàked and purposely came into his room to offer herself to him, as he was already feeling hot before she entered.

"Why are you calling me sir?" He asked her as he cupped her cheeks with both palms and turned her head to face him, rubbing his fingers to brush her lips.

"Your lips look so naturally pink. Did you rub something on them?" Patrick asked, surprising Loveth as their eyes met.

"No," she responded. But as she went to sit up properly, her right hand mistakenly touched his cọck, and he moaned, making her gasp in horror.

She stared at the hard length between his thighs.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to touch you there!" Loveth's face was filled with horror.

Patrick nodded and took her right hand and placed it on his cọck himself.

"You can touch me there if you want. Isn't that why you're here?"

He asked her, and before she could respond, he leaned forward and kissed her neck, tracing her neckline and up to her lips.

He caught her lips again and kissed her hungrily, feeling all his raging nerves calmed by her smooth body.

Patrick slid Loveth's maid gown upwards to find her wet folds, wanting to feel every corner of her body.

Ranging from her wet folds, her navel button, her brẹasts, and every God-given feminine bodily asset that she had, he wanted to ravish it all.

Loveth melted at Patrick's touch. Whatever magic his hands were doing, her body obeyed as if it had a mind of its own.

She forgot she brought his dinner and he was supposed to eat it, but rather she ended up in bed with him.

Patrick slid his finger into Loveth's panties and touched her center. She stiffened and jerked, wanting to pull away from him by force. She parted her lips away from his and stared at him, afraid.

"What's the problem? Haven't you done it before?" Patrick asked her, raising a brow as he stared at her pretty, chubby face, wanting to kiss her even more. But she shook her head.

He loved the taste of her lips and didn't want her to step down or stop either, as she kissed him so softly, a taste different from other ladies he had ever come across.

Patrick touched Loveth's thigh, but she pushed his hands away and stared at his face.

He instead played with his member to give himself a hand massage, feeling he wanted to burst, not having any warm place to relax and discharge his seed.

Seeing him stroking his member in her view, Loveth felt her center dripping wet. She groaned and felt drawn to staring at his size.

It was big, far bigger than the little ones she had seen on street boys.

A soft gasp escaped her lips, and he removed the hand he had used to stroke his member and touched her lips.

"Can you suck it for me? It will make me feel better."

Loveth gasped again in horror, staring from his member to his face, and she shook her head.

"No... How can I do that?" She asked him nervously, and he frowned, not wanting to believe that she hadn't slept with a man before.

Seeing him getting annoyed and wanting to stand up from the bed, she immediately grabbed his left arm.

With the little force she used to stop him, as he was drunk, she ended up pulling him to fall on top of her on his bed.

Patrick stared at Loveth's face.

The alcohol he had drunk made him weak, and he lost his stamina when she had simply pulled him back to wait.

His head rested on her big chest, and he wanted her pink gown off that instant to feel her body.