Chapter 003

Patrick had just finished rubbing his arms and thighs when his bedroom door flung open. He was naked and had thrown his white towel onto the purple couch in his bedroom.

Loveth stepped into Patrick's room without warning, carrying a tray of food in her hands—the same tray he had seen before. He grew confused, wondering if she had not left earlier.

“Oh my goodness!” Loveth exclaimed. She had not thought of seeing the young master without clothes. She swallowed hard and almost lost her grip on the tray of meal in her hands. But she remembered that Mrs. Eleanor had personally told her Patrick had a weak stomach.

Loveth clutched the tray tightly. She gulped repeatedly as she stared downward and apologised to Patrick. “I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to intrude on your privacy.”

Patrick stared at Loveth in shock for a second, confused. He had not expected anyone to intrude on his privacy. His blood boiled hot. He also lost the words to respond to Loveth as she stood there with the tray he had previously seen with her.

Hearing no response from the tall black man, Loveth contemplated dropping the tray of meal somewhere in the large bedroom. She honestly did not know it was his room. She thought of walking back out with it, but then she heard him question her.

“What are you still doing inside here?”

“I… I…” Loveth raised her head upward, but her black eyes came into contact with Patrick’s dîck that stood erect facing her. She gulped hard and stared downward again. Then she said, “I came to deliver your dinner to you, sir. Mother said you have a weak stomach, and I felt it important to bring your dinner here to you. Madam looked so sad when I told her that you left me and did not respond to me, going back through one of the room doors.”

“Hmm…” Patrick only hummed, not responding further to Loveth. However, Loveth raised her head upward again and saw Patrick walking back to the purple couch in the room. She realised he loved purple-coloured seats.

Patrick picked up his white towel first and tied it around his waist. Then he stared back at Loveth angrily and ordered her, “Bring it over here, drop it on this table, and leave.”

Loveth swiftly sauntered closer to meet Patrick and drop the tray of meal on the table. He stood beside the table where the purple chair was.

Loveth approached the table, but as she wanted to drop the tray, her left arm mistakenly brushed past Patrick’s right arm. She froze as she felt goosebumps all over her skin.

Loveth apologised to Patrick. “I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to touch you,” she spoke nervously like a whisper. She trembled, becoming afraid, knowing the black man had been subtly aroused before she made the mistake of stepping into his bedroom.

Loveth had not slept with a man before, but her best friend Nancy Leo, a fair-complexioned twenty-two-year-old young lady, had spoken to her so much about men and the advantage of dating a richer handsome man.

Similarly, Loveth hailed from an average home. Her parents were neither poor nor rich; they lived normal lives. Her mother worked with the local council as a servant there, while her father was a taxi driver.

Loveth felt her blood pressure become hot as the shameless man leaned closer to her. Before she could jump away from him, he grabbed her waist and held her back against himself. His bare hands wrapped around her slim curvy waist.

Loveth was still in her pink maid uniform and had not yet retired to her room to change into her nightgown.

Patrick questioned her, “What do you smell of? … Milk?” He asked her, sniffing her neck again.

Loveth flipped her head over to meet Patrick’s handsome gaze on her. He was so close to her view. She lost the words to reply. They were in close proximity, and she felt something hard touching her buttocks.

She shuddered in his hold, but Patrick let go of her and stared a little at her pretty face.

“Have we met before?” Patrick asked Loveth, confusing her the more. Before she could respond to him, his sinful lips brushed hers and, without warning, kissed her lips, giving her the utmost shock of her life. She had not kissed a guy before—not even her village boyfriend who had asked her out.

Patrick deepened his kiss and slid his second hand down to grip one of Loveth's ass.

Loveth moaned and wanted to push Patrick away with the new surge of feelings that splashed through her. She did not know him before and had not slept with a guy. But her hands became numb and rather encircled his waist. She found herself succumbing to all the passionate kisses he gave her.

Patrick carried Loveth up. She held his head for support as she kissed him in return, responding to his hot kisses on her. She was weak and she knew it. She had not thought of falling so cheap for her madam’s son. How would her parents react when they found out that she had shamelessly slept with her madam's only son on the second day of working with them?

Loveth was only twenty years old. 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 full length to her view. She feared and sat back up on his bed.

“I’m sorry, sir. Please let me go!” Loveth begged Patrick with her pleading black eyes looking at him.

Patrick was aroused and could not listen to Loveth. He knew she was scared because she was his mother’s new maid, but he felt she knew he was naked and had purposely come into his room to offer herself to him. He had already been feeling hot, before she entered.

“Why are you calling me sir?” Patrick asked Loveth as he cupped her cheeks with both palms and turned her head to face him. He rubbed his fingers to brush her lips.

“Your lips look so naturally pink. Did you rub something on them?” He asked, surprising her as their eyes met.

“No,” Loveth responded. But as she wanted to sit up properly, her right hand mistakenly touched Patrick's dîck and he moaned, making her gasp in horror. She stared at the hard díck between his thighs.

“Ha! I am sorry. I didn’t mean to touch you there!” Her face filled with horror.

Patrick nodded, took Loveth's right hand, and placed it on his dîck himself.

“You can touch me there if you want. Isn’t that why you’re here?” He asked her. Before she could respond, Patrick leaned forward and kissed her neck again. Tracing her neckline up to her lips, he caught her lips again and kissed her hungrily as he felt all his raging nerves calmed by her smooth body.

Patrick slid Loveth's pink gown upwards to find her body as he wanted to feel every corner of her—ranging from her pụssy, her navel button, her boobs, 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 like it had a mind of its own.

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

Patrick slid his right finger into Loveth's pant and touched her pụssy, making her stiffen and jerk away. She wanted to pull away from him as she parted her lips from kissing his and stared at him, afraid.

“What’s the problem? Haven’t you done it before?” Patrick asked Loveth, raising an eyebrow as he stared at her pretty face. He wanted to kiss her more, but she shook her head and replied, “No.”

Patrick loved the taste of Loveth’s soft lips and did not want her to step down from his bed or stop him. She kissed him so softly—a taste different from the other ladies he had kissed and ever come across.

Patrick touched Loveth's thigh, but she pushed his hand away and stared at his face. He then played with his erect dîck to give himself a hand massage, as he felt he wanted to burst, not having any warm place to relax and discharge his seeds.

Seeing Patrick stroking his dîck in her view, Loveth felt her pụssy dripping wet. She groaned and felt drawn to staring at his size.

It was big—far bigger than the little street boys she had seen. A soft gasp escaped her lips.

Patrick removed the hand he had used in stroking his dîck to touch and caress Loveth's lips.

“Can you suck it for me? It will make me feel better,” Patrick asked.

Loveth gasped again in horror. “Ha!”

Staring from Patrick's dîck to his face, she shook her head and replied, “No… How can I do that?” She asked him nervously.

Patrick frowned, not wanting to believe that Loveth had not slept with a man before.

Seeing Patrick getting annoyed and wanting to stand up from the bed, Loveth grabbed his left arm to make him wait.

But with the little force she had used to stop him—as he was drunk—she ended up pulling him to fall on top of her.

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 breasts. At that moment, he wanted her pink uniform off to feel her huge boobs.