Todos los capítulos de The Unfilial Boss Woman : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Patrick turned and stared at the entrance door as it pushed open, revealing a pretty maid in a pink uniform. He felt sluggish, as if he were weightless, staring at her pretty face. He felt drawn to walk up to her and seize her as she walked into his sitting room, her cute, round, chubby face meeting his cold gaze. She carried a tray of his evening meal in her hands, and he suspected his mother had sent her to deliver his dinner. Patrick clutched the third bottle of alcoholic wine he was gulping and slowly removed it from his lips. Loveth stopped in front of Patrick and flashed him the most beautiful smile he had ever seen. He dropped the wine bottle on the bar top and stood up sluggishly to meet her. Her black, shining eyes hastily averted from his, focusing on the tray in her hands as he staggered toward her, sniffing her like a dog. She froze at his sudden behavior. Loveth had never seen a handsome guy like Patrick before. She had initially refused when her mother spoke to her ab

Patrick stared at Loveth’s face and at her natural pink lips. He leaned forward and captured her lips with his, kissing her hungrily and savoring the taste. Loveth responded, but it was so obvious that she didn’t know how to kiss. She kissed him in return, licking his lower lip. Patrick smiled and parted his lips from Loveth's lips, staring at her face as he moved back and sat up properly on his bed. “So you don’t want to suck my cóck, 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. She felt drawn to his domineering physique, and her cunt ached as though it needed him to plunge into her. Patrick stripped off Loveth's 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 the huge bust that were drawing him to suck, and he took time removing her bra and underwear as well. “How old are you?” Patrick asked Loveth, as her fac

"Son, won't you have your breakfast first before leaving for work?" Mrs. Eleanor Anderson asked as she looked at her only son, seeing his eyes fixed on Loveth, which made her smile. "Loveth!" Mrs. Eleanor called out to Loveth. Loveth turned and met all their gazes, staring downward as nervousness gripped her and she recalled her illicit affair with the young master the previous night. Patrick was not young, and Loveth wondered why the other servants kept calling him "young master," since they had worked in the Anderson mansion long before her—probably back when the handsome man had been younger. "What would you like for breakfast, Patrick?" Mrs. Eleanor asked as she turned back to him. "I'm fine, Mother. I have to go now," Patrick said as he leaned forward and kissed his mother on her left cheek. But she frowned. "Why, son? Come sit with me first and have your breakfast. It's not like you'll be fired. Did you eat the chicken pepper soup I asked Loveth to serve you last night? How

"What did he say?" Willow asked slowly as she saw Ava shift her gaze away and stare at her computer. "I'm sorry, but the boss insists you leave, or he will send security to escort you away." Willow bit her lip nervously. She knew Patrick would not accept seeing her, and she had flown into the country the previous day after realization dawned on her that Tony wanted to use her to get to Patrick. Tony and Patrick had been best friends before, they hung out together and hosted ladies together, but what had gone wrong between them, Willow had no idea. She had never even expected Tony to have recorded her affair with him. She had only traveled abroad and wanted a fling with him—a one-night stand, a secret affair—but it seemed Tony was a snitch. Willow stared at Ava and had no words to argue with her, knowing the only option she had left was to continually visit Patrick's aged mother so she could mount pressure on Patrick and make him marry her. She regretted taking pills the previous

"What's the matter, man? I've been staring at you for hours now, waiting for you to speak, and you're silent about it. What's the problem?" Charles questioned, and Patrick sighed before standing up and walking back to his office chair. "I don't know. It just seems to me like I had sex with one of my mother's maids last night, but I'm trying to think of it as a lie. But seeing the stain on my mattress and how she blushed while staring at me at our dining table, I just felt guilty and scared," Patrick admitted, and Charles burst out laughing again, making Patrick angrier. "What's so funny, guy?!" "I'm sorry. What's going on with you, Patrick? Are you sure you don't need to visit a doctor? Because I don't get you at all. This minute, you want to break up with Willow; next, you're infatuated with your maid." "I'm not infatuated with any maid. You know I cannot have anything to do with a maid! A low-class, poverty-stricken lady... No way! I love women with class, ladies with standards,