CHAPTER 3

Patrick had just finished rubbing his arms and thighs when his bedroom door flung open. He was without clothes, having thrown his white towel away on the blue couch in his bedroom.

The young lady, without warning, stepped into his personal chamber, carrying a tray of food in her hands, which he had seen before, and he got confused, wondering if she hadn't left before.

"Oh, my goodness!" Loveth exclaimed, as she hadn't thought of seeing the young master without clothes. She swallowed hard and almost lost grip of the tray of meal in her hands. But remembering that Mrs. Eleanor had personally told her that Patrick had a weak stomach...

Loveth clutched tightly to the tray of food in her hands. She gulped repeatedly as she stared downwards and apologized to Patrick, "I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean to intrude on your privacy."

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

Not hearing any response from the tall black man, Loveth contemplated if she should drop the tray of the meal in her hands around in the large bedroom. As she honestly didn't know it was his room, she thought to walk out back with it, but she heard him question her, "What are you still doing inside here?"

"I... I..." Loveth raised her head upward, but her black eyes came in contact with Patrick's rod that stood erect, facing her. She gulped hard and immediately stared downward again. Then she said, "I came to deliver your dinner to you, sir. As mother had said that you have a weak stomach, and I felt it important to bring your dinner here to you. As madam looked so sad when I told her that you left me and didn't respond to me, going back to one of the room doors."

"Hmm..." Patrick only hummed, not responding to Loveth. However, Loveth raised her head upward again and saw Patrick walking back to the blue couch in the room. And she realized that he loved purple-colored and blue seats.

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

Loveth immediately sauntered closer to meet Patrick and to drop the tray of meal on the table, as he stood beside the table which the blue chair was. 

Loveth approached the table, but as she wanted to drop the tray of meal on the table, her left arm mistakenly brushed past Patrick's left arm, and she froze, as she felt goosebumps all over her skin.

Loveth immediately apologized to him, "I'm sorry, sir, I didn't mean to touch you," she nervously spoke like a whisper, shaking as she became afraid, knowing that the man was subtly aroused before when she had made the mistake of stepping into his bedroom.

Loveth hadn't slept with a man before, but her best friend, Nancy Leo, a fair-complexioned 22-year-old young lady, had spoken to her so much about men and the advantage of dating a richer, handsome man. 

Loveth was from an average home; her parents weren't poor, nor rich, but they were living normal lives, as her mother worked with the local council as a servant, while her father was a taxi driver.

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

However, she was still in her pink maid uniform and hadn't retired back to her personal room to change her uniform into her nightgown. But Patrick questioned her, "What do you smell of?... Milk?" He asked her, sniffing her again.

Loveth flipped her head over to meet Patrick's gaze on her, so close to her view. She lost the words to reply, as they were in close proximity, and she felt something hard and retouching her beneath.

Loveth shuddered in his hold, but Patrick immediately let go of her and stared a little at her yellow face.

"Have we met before?" he asked her again, confusing her more, and before she could respond to him, 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 asking her out.

Patrick deepened his kiss and slid his second hand down to grip one of her asses. 

Loveth wanted to push Patrick away with the new surge of feelings that splashed through her, as she didn't know him before and hadn't slept with a guy before. But her hands became numb, and rather encircled his waist, and she found herself succumbing to all the dirty kisses he did on her.

Patrick carried Loveth up, and 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 hadn't thought of falling so cheap for her madam's son. How would her mother react when they found out that she shamelessly slept with her boss's only son on the second day of her working with them?

Loveth was only 20 years old, and 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.

Patrick removed his towel, exposing his hard full length to her view, and she feared and immediately sat up back on his bed.

"I'm sorry, sir, please let me go!" She begged him with her black eyes looking at him.

Patrick was hot, and he couldn't listen to her. He knew she was scared because she was his mother's new maid, but he felt she knew he was without clothes and purposely came into his room to offer herself to him, as he was already feeling hot before she entered.

"Why are you calling me sir? I'm not an old man," he asked her as he cupped her cheeks with his 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 it?" Patrick asked, surprising Loveth as their eyes met.

"No," she responded, but as she wanted to sit up properly, her right hand mistakenly touched his rod, and he moaned, making her gasp in horror, and she stared at the hard little man between his thighs.

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

"You can touch me there if you want. Isn't that why you're here?" He asked her, and before she could respond, Patrick leaned forward and kissed her neck again, tracing her neckline and up to her lips, catching her lips again and kissing her hungrily as he felt all his raging nerves calmed by her smooth body.

Patrick slid her maid gown upwards to find her center, as he wanted to feel every corner of her, ranging from her outer cave, her navel button, her boobs, and every God-given feminine bodily asset that she had. He wanted to ravish it all.

Loveth melted at his touch, as whatever magic his hands were doing, her body obeyed as if it had a mind of its own.

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

Patrick slid his finger into her pant and touched her center, making her stiffen and jerk away, wanting to pull away from him by force as she parted her lips away from kissing his and stared at him afraid.

"What's the problem? Haven't you done it before?" Patrick asked her, raising an eyebrow as he stared at her cute face, wanting 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 step down from his bed, nor stop him either, as she kissed him so softly, a taste different from the other ladies he had kissed and ever come across.

Patrick touched her thigh, but she pushed his hands away and stared at his face, afraid, and he rather played with his rod 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 him stroking his rod in her view, Loveth felt her center dripping wet, and she groaned, feeling 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, and Patrick removed his hand, which he had used in stroking his rod, to touch and caress her lips.

"Can you suck it for me? It will make me feel better," Patrick asked, and Loveth gasped again in horror, "Ha!"

Staring from his rod and to his face, she shook her head and replied, "No.. How can I do that?" She asked him nervously, and Patrick frowned, not wanting to believe that she hadn't slept with a man before.

Seeing him getting annoyed and wanting to stand up from the bed, Loveth immediately 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 bosom, and at that moment, he wanted her maid uniform off to feel her watermelons.