CHAPTER 3

"My goodness!" Loveth exclaimed, for she had not expected to see the young master without clothes.

She swallowed hard and nearly lost her grip on the tray of food in her hands, but remembering his mother's words, she clutched it tightly.

Patrick had just finished rubbing his arms and thighs when his room door swung open. He stood without clothes, having tossed his white towel onto the blue couch in his bedroom.

To his surprise, the young lady, Loveth, stepped into his bedroom, carrying a tray of food in her hands—the same one he had seen earlier—and confusion gripped him, since he had thought she had left.

Loveth gulped hard as she stared downward and apologized to Patrick. "I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean to intrude on your privacy."

"Mmmm…" Patrick stared at Loveth in shock for a second, confused, for he had not expected anyone to invade his privacy.

His blood boiled, and he lost the words to respond to her because she still held the tray he had seen her with earlier.

Not hearing any response from the tall man, Loveth pondered whether to set the tray of food somewhere in the large bedroom, since she honestly had not known it was his room.

She considered walking back out with it, but then she heard him demand, "What are you still doing in here?"

"I... I...." Loveth raised her head, but her black eyes locked onto Patrick's erect member facing her.

She gulped hard and immediately stared downward again. Then she said, "I came to deliver your dinner, sir. Mother said you have a weak stomach, and I thought it important to bring it here. She looked so sad when I told her you left me standing there without responding and retreated into one of the room doors."

"Hmm..." Patrick only hummed, offering no further response to Loveth.

She raised her head and watched him stride back to the blue couch in the room. She realized he favored purple and blue furniture.

Patrick snatched up his white towel first and wrapped it around his waist. Then he glared back at Loveth angrily and ordered, "Bring it over here, set it on this table, and leave."

Loveth immediately sauntered closer to Patrick and placed the tray of food on the table beside which he stood, next to the blue chair.

As she bent to set the tray on the table, her left arm accidentally brushed against Patrick's arm, and she froze, goosebumps prickling across her skin.

Loveth immediately apologized to Patrick. "I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean to touch you." She whispered nervously, trembling as fear gripped her, knowing the handsome man had been subtly aroused before she had blundered into his bedroom.

Loveth had never slept with a man before, but her best friend, Nancy Leo—a fair-complexioned 22-year-old woman—had told her so much about men and the benefits of dating a rich, handsome one.

Loveth came from an average home; her parents were neither poor nor rich, but they lived a normal life. Her mother worked for the local council as a cleaner, while her father drove a taxi.

Loveth felt her blood pressure surge as the shameless man leaned closer. Before she could leap away from him, he seized her waist and yanked her back against him, his bare hands encircling her slim, curvy waist.

Loveth still wore her pink uniform and had not yet retired to her room to change into her nightgown. But Patrick demanded, "What do you smell like? Milk?"

Loveth whipped her head around to meet Patrick's gaze, so close to her own. She lost the words to reply, trapped in their intimate proximity, and she felt something hard pressing against her buttọcks.

She shuddered in his grasp, but he released her and glanced at her pretty, youthful face.

"Have we met before?" Patrick asked Loveth, bewildering her further.

Before she could respond, his sinful lips grazed hers, and without warning, he captured her mouth in a kiss, delivering the shock of her life—for she had never kissed a guy before, not even her village boyfriend who had once asked her out.

Patrick deepened the kiss and slid his other hand down to squeeze one of Loveth's buttọcks.

She yearned to shove him away amid the torrent of new sensations flooding through her, since she barely knew him and had never slept with a man.

But her hands went numb; instead, she wrapped her arms around his waist and surrendered to the passionate kisses he planted on her.

Patrick lifted Loveth, and she clutched his head for support as she kissed him back, mirroring his fervent presses against her lips.

Loveth felt weak, and she knew it. She had never imagined falling so easily for her madam's only son. How would her parents react if they discovered she had shamelessly slept with her boss's son on her second day of work?

Loveth was only 20 years old, and the handsome man—as if sensing her vulnerability—scooped her up and laid her gently on his king-size bed, draped in a white bedspread.

He shed his towel, baring his long, hard shaft to her view, and she recoiled in fear, sitting up on the bed.

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

Patrick burned with desire, and he could not heed her pleas. He knew she was frightened because she was new and served as his mother's maid, but he convinced himself she had known he was nàked and had deliberately entered his room to offer herself—especially since he had already felt aroused before she arrived.

"Why are you calling me 'sir'?" Patrick asked Loveth calmly as he cupped her cheeks in both palms and turned her head to face him, his fingers tracing her bottom lip.

"Your lips look so naturally pink. Did you rub something on them?" he asked, startling her as their eyes met.

"No," Loveth replied. But as she tried to sit up properly, her right hand accidentally brushed his member, and he moaned, prompting her to gasp in horror as she stared at the hard cóck between his thighs.

"Ha! I'm sorry—I didn't mean to touch you there!" Her face paled, and Patrick nodded before guiding her right hand to his member himself.

"You can touch me there if you want. Isn't that why you're here?" he asked her. Before she could respond, he leaned in and kissed her neck again, trailing his lips along her neckline and up to her mouth, capturing her lips once more and devouring them hungrily as her smooth body soothed his raging nerves.

Patrick hiked Loveth's pink gown upward to reach her body, eager to explore every inch of her figure—from her core and navel to her brẹasts and every God-given feminine curve she possessed; he yearned to ravish them all.

Loveth melted under Patrick's touch, for whatever magic his hands wrought, her body responded as if it had a mind of its own.

She forgot she had brought his dinner for him to eat; instead, she found herself in bed with him.

Patrick slipped his finger into Loveth's panties and grazed her center, causing her to stiffen and jerk away. She broke their kiss and stared at him in fear, desperate to pull free.

"What's the problem? Haven't you done this before?" Patrick asked, arching an eyebrow as he gazed at her pretty face, longing to kiss her more. But she shook her head and replied, "No."

Patrick savored the taste of Loveth's lips and refused to let her climb off his bed or halt him, for she kissed so softly—a flavor unlike any other woman he had ever encountered.

Patrick caressed Loveth's thigh, but she shoved his hand away and glared at his face. Instead, he stroked his member to pleasure himself, desperate to release, lacking a warm haven for his seed.

Watching him fondle his member before her eyes, Loveth felt her center grow slick, and she groaned, compelled to stare at its impressive size.

It was enormous, far larger than the boys from her street she had glimpsed.

A soft gasp escaped her lips, and Patrick withdrew his stroking hand to trace and caress her lips.

"Can you suck it for me? It would make me feel better," he urged, and she gasped in horror. "Ha!"

Her gaze darted from his member to his face, and she shook her head. "No... How can I do that?" she asked him nervously.

Patrick frowned, unwilling to believe she had never slept with a man.

Seeing him grow irritated and start to rise from the bed, Loveth seized Patrick's left arm to hold him back. But with the slight force she exerted—and since he was drunk—she unwittingly tugged him down atop her.

Patrick stared at Loveth's face. The alcohol he had consumed sapped his strength, and he lost his balance when she pulled him.

His head came to rest on her ample bosom, and in that instant, he ached to strip off her pink uniform and feel her bare skin.