Chapter 4_ The Encounter

Patrick stared at Loveth's face and her naturally pink lips. He leaned forward and captured her lips with his, kissing her hungrily and savoring the taste.

She responded, but it was obvious that she didn't know how to kiss.

Loveth kissed Patrick back, licking his lower lip. He smiled and parted his lips from hers, staring at her face as he moved backwards and sat up properly on his bed.

He said, "So you don't want to suck me, but I'm feeling hot and sick with you here with me. Just a little warmth from you won't hurt, I promise."

Loveth couldn't resist Patrick, feeling drawn to him and her center aching like it needed him to plunge into her.

Patrick stripped Loveth of her pink gown and threw it to the tiled floor, exposing her full bare body to his view, even in his drunken state.

He stared at her brẹasts, which were bigger than he expected, and he took his time removing her bra and underwear too.

"How old are you?" Patrick asked Loveth. Her face looked younger, but her body was more mature than he thought.

"I'm 20 years old and will be 21 next month, January," Loveth said in a hoarse voice, feeling her cheeks burn redder in embarrassment, seeing her boss's son staring at her like a predator.

"Hmm!" Patrick hummed and rubbed her bare body, wanting to get her in the mood.

Loveth gasped and bit her lower lip to stop herself from moaning, embarrassed by the sounds escaping her lips.

She tried biting her lips more to prevent herself from moaning, unable to push him away or dart out of his chambers, even though he was drunk.

Whatever he was doing to her was awakening something strange, something she had never felt before, and she didn't want him to stop.

Patrick parted his lips from Loveth's and let his hands travel down to her core. She gasped at his touch and stared at him with wide eyes, seeing how handsome he looked in the dim, shining blue bulb in his room.

His taut, dark skin, broad, chiseled chest, and hard, smooth muscles made her heart panic with excitement.

His member seemed to touch her, making her fear what he wanted to do to her, but she was also eager to know and have him plunge into her, as her friends had spoken to her about handsome dark men and she was missing out on it.

Loveth wanted to feel Patrick and felt embarrassed by the way he paused and stared at her, as if contemplating something, when she told him she hadn't slept with a man before.

Patrick finally crossed over Loveth. He saw her eyes focused on him. He was drunk, but he also wanted pleasure, as thoughts about Willow had aroused him.

Loveth was beautiful. Patrick felt hungry to eat her up, even though he was hungry for food, his hunger wasn't for food but pleasure.

He wanted her to be in the mood with him, as the last thing he wanted was for any lady to accuse him of defiling her. He had never taken a liking to any of the maids in the mansion before, except for Loveth. Staring at her, he felt drawn to sleep with her.

Patrick finally shifted backwards away from Loveth, moving downwards and slowly parting her legs.

She responded, not stopping him, but rather parting her legs wide open for him to enter and also smiling nervously at him.

But he leaned forward and dipped his head into her core, making her shudder as she clasped her legs closed, holding his head as she stopped him.

Loveth was shocked by what Patrick just did, as his lips captured her center and attempted to suck on it...

Patrick raised his head and stared at Loveth's face, licking his lips as he met her gaze.

She looked beautiful, and at that moment, he forgot he had ever met anyone named Willow Albert who broke his heart. All he wanted was Loveth, and he neared her again and positioned himself to go deeper into her.

Loveth didn't refuse Patrick again, as she also wanted him and liked him.

She prepared in her mind to have him, not until he thrusted into her, shattering her walls. She gasped and screamed in horror, gripping him and tapping on him to stop, feeling pain all over.

Patrick was already in cloud nine and couldn't listen to Loveth or stop as she clung and tapped on him to stop.

He rode her faster and loved how wet and tight she was, not until he heard her crying that he slowed and stopped, staring at her crying face for a moment for her to adjust.

Patrick remembered he hadn't even used protection as he was drunk.

He knew if he withdrew to look for a protection to wear, she might end up refusing him, and he wouldn't be able to force himself on her, so he continued, riding her slowly and then faster until he reached his climax and stopped, feeling her body shudder beneath him.

Patrick finally collapsed on Loveth as he discharged all his seed into her. Next, she heard him snoring as he drifted to sleep on top of her.

Loveth wiped the corner of her eyes as reality dawned on her about what had happened between them. She tried to push him away, but he was heavier, so her hands ended up hugging him.

Loveth remembered she had only stepped into Patrick's room to deliver his dinner to him, as his mother complained about him having a weak stomach due to her giving birth to him at an older age,

but she ended up in bed with him. She had heard that some drunken men hardly remember things when they woke up.

Patrick fell into a deep slumber. He dreamt of a beautiful blonde woman with him in his room. She was beautiful, and he felt weak as he wanted to sleep with her and probably have sex with her in his dream, but she pushed him away.

Patrick laid lifeless, staring at Loveth's face and trying to figure out her face, but he couldn't see her clearly.

She slid out from his bed after pushing him away. She searched his room for her underwear and where he had thrown them.

Loveth saw her pink uniform on the tiled ground. She stepped down from his bed and stared at him sleeping. She used his towel to cover him up as she rushed to pick up her short pink gown and her bra and wore them.

The time in Patrick's bedroom hit 10 PM. Loveth stared at his studying table and saw the meal she brought for him.

She stared around his bed, making sure not to forget anything, and she immediately darted out from his room, rushing back to her room on the second floor, where she shared with the other maids working with the Andersons.

Arriving on the second floor, Loveth met with the senior maid, Aria Jameson who stared at her. She ignored Aria and quickly walked to her own room. There were about four maids: the head maid, her assistant, and one other maid with her.

Loveth walked into her room, slowly closing her door. She walked to her bed and climbed on it, hoping none of the maids would find out the truth about what happened between the young master and her.

She felt her heart palpitations and her center still throbbing like the handsome master's rod was still inside her.

Loveth wanted to sleep there in Patrick's room, but she feared what he would do to her when he woke up.

Patrick was drunk, and he didn't even eat his dinner.

Loveth felt sad about it, knowing his mother would ask him by daybreak if he ate his dinner last night. She laid on her bed, but sleeping was difficult, as she never planned for their first meeting to be like that.

"I could have just pushed him away," Loveth said as she sobbed and finally laid on her side to drift to sleep.

She laid for a while and stood up to relieve herself, as she was using her room alone.

She decided to pretend like nothing ever happened between them, unless Patrick remembered, as she also liked him.

Finally, Loveth walked back to her bed and laid on it, as she fell asleep.