CHAPTER 3

Patrick had just finished rubbing his arms and thighs when his room door flung open.

He was nàked and had thrown his white towel onto the couch.

Without warning, the young lady stepped into his personal chamber, carrying a tray of food in her arms, and he felt confused, wondering if she hadn't left earlier.

"Oh my!" Loveth exclaimed, as she hadn't expected to see the young master without clothes.

She swallowed hard and almost lost her grip on the tray of food in her hands.

Remembering that his mother had told her he had a weak stomach, she clutched the tray tighter as she swallowed again and stared downward.

"I'm sorry, sir, I didn't mean to," she said.

Patrick stared at Loveth for a second, confused, as he hadn't expected anyone to invade his privacy.

His blood boiled hot, and he lost the words to respond to her as she stood there with the tray he had previously seen her carrying.

Not hearing any response from the man, Loveth contemplated whether to drop the tray of food somewhere in his large room or to walk out with it. Then, she heard him question, "What are you doing in here?"

She raised her head to stare at him, and her black eyes met his erect member that was facing her. She swallowed and stared downward again.

"I came to deliver your dinner," she replied. "Mother said you have 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 room."

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

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

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

Loveth swiftly sauntered closer to Patrick as he stood beside the table and the chair.

As she approached the table and went to drop the tray, her arm mistakenly brushed past his, and she froze as goosebumps spread all over her.

"Sorry, sir," Loveth spoke like a whisper, becoming afraid because she knew the man had been 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 spoken to her extensively about men and the advantages of dating richer ones.

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

Loveth felt her blood grow hot as the shameless, handsome, dark-skinned man leaned closer to her. Before she could jump away, he held her back by grabbing her slim, curvy waist; she was still in her maid uniform and hadn't returned to her room to change into her nightgown.

"Why do you smell of milk?" Patrick asked, as he sniffed Loveth once more. She flipped her head to meet his gaze, which was so close to her view.

Loveth lost the words to reply to Patrick's question as they stood so close together, and she felt something poke her beneath, making her shudder. He let go of her a little and stared at her pretty, fair 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, he 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 second hand down to grip one of her buttọcks. She wanted to push him away with the new surge of feelings that washed through her, as she didn't know him and hadn't slept with a guy before, but her hands encircled his waist, and she found herself succumbing to all the intense kisses he gave her.

Patrick carried Loveth up, and she held his head for support as she kissed him in return, responding to his hot kisses.

She felt weak and knew it. She hadn't thought she would fall so easily for her madam’s son.

How would her mother react if they found out that she had shamelessly slept with her boss's only son on the second day of working for them?

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

Patrick then removed his towel, exposing his phallus to Loveth's eyes, and she feared immediately, sitting up on his bed.

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

Patrick was burning with desire and couldn't listen to Loveth. He knew she was scared because she was new and his mother's maid, but he felt that she had seen him without clothes and purposely come into his room to offer herself to him, as he was feeling aroused before she entered.

"Why are you calling me sir?" Patrick asked, 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?" 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 erection, and he moaned, making her gasp in horror.

She stared at the hard member between his thighs.

"I'm sorry; I didn't mean to touch you there!" Loveth's face was filled with horror, and Patrick nodded, then took her right hand and placed it on his erection 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 forward and kissed her neck, tracing her neckline and up to her lips.

Patrick caught Loveth's lips again and kissed her passionately, feeling all his raging nerves calm with her smooth body.

Patrick then slid Loveth's maid gown upward to find her inner center, as he wanted to feel every corner of her body—from her outer folds, her navel, her brẹasts, and every God-given feminine asset she had; he wanted to ravish it all.

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

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

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

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

Patrick loved the taste of Loveth's lips and didn't want her to stop, as she kissed him so softly—a taste different from other women he had encountered.

Patrick touched Loveth's thigh, but she pushed his hand away and stared at his face. Instead, he played with his erection to give himself a hand massage, as he felt he wanted to burst without a warm place to release his seed.

Seeing Patrick stroking his erection in front of her, Loveth felt her center and inner folds dripping wet, and she groaned, feeling drawn to stare at his size.

It was big, far bigger than the little street boys she had seen. A soft gasp escaped her lips, and he removed the hand he had used to stroke himself and touched her lips.

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

Loveth gasped again in horror, staring from Patrick's erection to his face, and 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 Patrick getting annoyed and starting to stand up from the bed, Loveth quickly 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 the bed.

Patrick landed on Loveth and stared at her face. The alcohol he had drunk made him weak, and he lost his stamina when she pulled him back.

His head rested on her large bosom, and he wanted her maid gown off that instant to feel her brẹasts.