CHAPTER 3

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

Without warning, the young lady stepped into his personal chamber, carrying a tray of food in her hands—one he had seen before. He grew confused, wondering if she hadn't left earlier.

"Oh my goodness!" Loveth exclaimed. She hadn't expected to see the young master nàked. She swallowed hard and nearly lost her grip on the tray of food. But remembering that Mrs. Eleanor had personally told her Patrick had a weak stomach...

Loveth clutched the tray tightly. She gulped repeatedly, stared downward, and apologized to Patrick. "I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean to intrude on your privacy."

Patrick stared at Loveth in shock for a second. He was confused, as he hadn't expected anyone to intrude on his privacy. His blood boiled, and he lost his words, unable to respond to Loveth as she stood there with the tray he had previously seen in her hands.

Not hearing any response from the tall Black man, Loveth wondered whether to set the tray down somewhere in the large bedroom. Since she honestly didn't know it was his room, she considered walking out with it, but then she heard him question her. "What are you still doing in here?"

"I... I...." Loveth raised her head, but her black eyes met Patrick's erect rod facing her. She gulped hard and quickly looked downward again. Then she said, "I came to deliver your dinner, sir. Mother said you have a weak stomach, and I felt it was important to bring it here. Madam looked so sad when I told her you left without responding to me and went back to one of the room doors."

"Hmm..." Patrick only hummed, not responding to Loveth. However, she raised her head and saw him walking back to the purple couch. She realized he loved purple-colored seats.

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

Loveth quickly sauntered closer to Patrick to place the tray on the table beside the purple couch. As she approached and went to set the tray down, her right arm accidentally brushed past Patrick's left arm. She froze, feeling goosebumps all over her skin.

Loveth hastily apologized. "I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean to touch you," she nervously whispered, shaking as she grew afraid. She knew the Black man had been subtly aroused before she mistakenly stepped into his bedroom.

Loveth had never slept with a man before, but her best friend, Nancy Leo—a fair-complexioned 22-year-old—had told her so much about men and the advantages of dating a rich, handsome one. Loveth came from an average home; her parents weren't poor or rich but lived normal lives. Her mother worked as a servant for the local council, while her father was a taxi driver.

Loveth felt her blood pressure rise as the shameless Black man leaned closer. Before she could jump away, he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her back against him, his bare hands wrapping around her slim, curvy waist.

She was still in her pink maid uniform and hadn't retired to her room to change into her nightgown. Patrick questioned her, "What do you smell like? Milk?" He sniffed her again.

Loveth turned her head to meet Patrick's handsome black gaze, so close to hers. She lost her words as they stood in close proximity, feeling something hard touching her from behind.

Loveth shuddered in Patrick's hold, but he let go and stared at her face. "Have we met before?" he asked, confusing her further. Before she could respond, his sinful lips brushed hers. Without warning, he kissed her, giving her the shock of her life—she had never kissed a guy before, not even her village boyfriend who had asked her out.

Patrick deepened the kiss and slid his second hand down to grip one of her buttọcks. Loveth wanted to push him away amid the new surge of feelings washing through her; she didn't know him and had never slept with a man. But her hands went numb and instead encircled his waist. She found herself succumbing to his dirty kisses.

Patrick lifted Loveth, and she held his head for support as she kissed him back, responding to his hot kisses. She felt weak and knew it. She hadn't thought she would fall so cheaply for her madam's son. How would her mother react when they found out she had shamelessly slept with her boss's only son on her second day working there?

Loveth was only 20 years old, and the handsome man seemed to know her weak spots. He carried her up and gently placed her on his king-size bed, covered in a white bedspread.

Patrick removed his towel, exposing his hard, full length to Loveth's view. She felt fear and quickly sat up on the bed. "I'm sorry, sir. Please let me go!" she begged, her pleading black eyes fixed on him.

Patrick was aroused and couldn't listen to Loveth. He knew she was scared because she was new and his mother's maid, but he felt she had purposely entered his room knowing he was nàked, plus offering herself to him—especially since he had already been feeling hot before she arrived.

"Why are you calling me sir?" Patrick asked, cupping Loveth's cheeks with both palms and turning her head to face him. He rubbed his fingers across 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 tried to sit up properly, her right hand accidentally touched his rod. He moaned, making her gasp in horror as she stared at the hard length between his thighs.

"Ha! I'm sorry. I didn't mean to touch you there!" Her face filled with horror, and Patrick nodded. He took her right hand and placed it on his rod himself.

"You can touch me there if you want. Isn't that why you're here?" he asked. Before she could respond, Patrick leaned forward and kissed her neck again, tracing her neckline up to her lips. He caught her lips and kissed her hungrily, feeling his raging nerves calm against her smooth body.

Patrick slid Loveth's pink gown upward to find her cunt, wanting to feel every corner of her body—from her pûssy, her navel, her brẹasts, and every God-given feminine asset. He wanted to ravish it all.

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

She forgot she had brought his dinner for him to eat. Instead, she ended up in bed with him.

Patrick slid his finger into Loveth's panties and touched her cunt, making her stiffen and jerk away. She wanted to pull back by force, parting her lips from his kiss and staring at him in fear.

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

Patrick loved the taste of Loveth's lips and didn't want her to get off the bed or stop him. She kissed him so softly—a taste different from the other ladies he had kissed.

His hand touched her thigh, but she pushed his hand away and stared at his face, afraid.

Patrick then stroked his own rod for a hand massage, feeling like he would burst without a warm place to release his seed.

Seeing him stroke his rod in front of her, Loveth felt her center dripping wet. She groaned and felt drawn to staring at its size.

It was big—far bigger than the little street boys she had seen. A soft gasp escaped her lips, and Patrick removed his stroking hand to touch and caress her lips. "Can you suck it for me? It will make me feel better," he asked. Loveth gasped in horror. "Ha!"

Staring from his rod to his face, she shook her head. "No... How can I do that?" she asked nervously.

Patrick frowned, unwilling to believe Loveth hadn't slept with a man before.

Seeing him get annoyed and start to stand from the bed, Loveth grabbed Patrick's left arm to make him wait. But with the little force she used—and since he was drunk—she ended up pulling him on top of her.

Patrick stared at Loveth's face. The alcohol had made him weak, sapping his stamina when she pulled him back. His head rested on her big bosom, and at that moment, he wanted her uniform off to feel her large bust.