Chapter 3

Patrick had just finished rubbing his arms and thighs when his room door flung open. He was without clothes and had thrown his white towel onto the couch. The young lady stepped into his personal chamber without warning, carrying a tray of food in her arms, and he was confused about whether she hadn't left before.

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

She swallowed and almost lost her grip on the tray in her hands. Remembering that his mother had told her he had a weak stomach, she clutched the tray tighter as she stared downwards.

"I’m sorry, Master. I didn’t mean to…"

"Hmm…" Patrick stared at Loveth for a few seconds, confused, as he hadn’t expected someone to invade his privacy.

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

Not hearing any response from him, Loveth contemplated whether to drop the tray of food in his large bedroom or walk back out with it when she heard him question, "What are you still doing in here?"

"I…" Loveth slowly raised her head to look at him, and her black eyes met his rod that was standing erect and she swallowed, immediately looking down again.

"I came to deliver your dinner to you, sir. Mother said you had a weak stomach, and I felt it was important to bring your dinner to you. She looked sad and worried when I told her that you didn’t respond to me and left me to go back to your rooms," Loveth spoke, but Patrick didn’t respond to her.

Loveth raised her head again and saw him walking back to the blue executive chair. She realized he liked the blue and purple seating.

Patrick picked up his towel and tied it around his waist, before turning back to her angrily. "Bring it over here and drop it on this table, then leave!" He ordered. 

Loveth immediately sauntered closer to Patrick, as he stood beside the table and the chair. As she approached the table to drop the tray, her arms accidentally brushed past his, and she froze, feeling goosebumps all over her body.

"Sorry, sir… I didn’t mean to," Loveth whispered, feeling afraid, knowing the handsome man was subtly aroused before she entered.

She had never slept with a man before, but her best friend had told her so much about men and the advantages of dating richer men.

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

Loveth felt her blood heat up as the shamelessly man leaned closer to her back, and before she could jump away, he grabbed her slim, curvy waist. She was still in her pink uniform and hadn’t retire to her room to change into her nightgown.

"What do you smell of… milk?" Patrick asked, sniffing her once more.

Loveth tilted her head to meet his cold gaze, which was now so close to hers.

She lost her words to respond to his question as they stood so close together. She felt something poking her beneath, making her shudder. Patrick released her slightly and stared at her pretty face.

"Have we met before?" He asked, confusing her even more.

Loveth gulped, not knowing what to say. Before she could respond, Patrick's sinful lips brushed against hers as he drew her closer and, without warning, sealed his lips on hers, kissing her hungrily, and giving her the utmost shock of her life.

Loveth had never kissed a guy before—not even her village boyfriend.

Patrick deepened the kiss, sliding his other hand behind her back and gripping one of her buttocks gently. 

Loveth felt the urge to push Patrick away, but the new surge of feelings overtook her as she had never slept with a guy before.

Her hands instinctively encircled his waist. She found herself succumbing to all the passionate kisses he gave her.

Patrick lifted Loveth up, and she held onto his head for support as she kissed him back in response to his hot kisses.

Loveth felt weak, and she knew it. She hadn't thought she would fall so easily for her madam's son. She thought about how her parents would react if they found out that she shamelessly slept with her madam's only son on the second day of her work with them.

She was only 20 years old, and the handsome man, it seemed, he knew her weak spot; he carried her and placed her gently on his king-size bed covered in a white bedspread.

Patrick removed his towel, exposing his full length to her view. Loveth felt frightened and hastily sat up on his bed, afraid of what he wanted to do to her.

"I'm sorry, sir, please let me go!" She begged, looking at him with pleading eyes, but he was already aroused, and he didn’t listen to her.

Patrick knew Loveth was scared because she was new and his mother’s maid, but he felt she knew he was without clothes and had purposely come into his room to offer herself to him. He was already feeling hot before she entered.

"Why are you calling me sir? I’m not old," he spoke, cupping her chin and raising her head to face him. He brushed his thumb against her full pink lips.

"Your lips look so naturally pink. Did you rub something on them?" Patrick asked, surprising Loveth even more as their eyes met again.

"No, sir," she stammered, blushing. However, as she tried to sit up properly, her right hand accidentally brushed against his member, and he moaned, making her gasp as she realized she had touched him.

"I'm sorry, Master. I didn’t mean to touch you there," Loveth said, her face redden with embarrassment. But Patrick smiled, took her right hand, and placed it on his member, making her gasp again.

"Ahh!"

"It’s okay. You can touch me there if you want. Isn’t that why you’re here?" He asked, surprising her further. 

"No...." Before Loveth could respond, Patrick leaned forward and kissed her neck, tracing it back up to her lips. He captured her pink lips once more, and kissed her passionately, feeling the heat build between them. All his previous anger about Willow cheating on him, calmed and vanished in the wake of Loveth's smooth body.

Patrick slid her maid gown upwards, wanting to feel every corner of her inner walls.

He explored her outer folds, her navel, her breasts, and every God-given feminine asset she had; he wanted to ravish them all.

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

Loveth forgot she brought his dinner to him and that he was supposed to eat it, but instead, she found herself in bed with him.

Patrick slid his finger into her panties and touched her center, but Loveth jerked away from him, parting her lips from his as she stared at him in fear.

"What's the problem? Haven't you done this before?" Patrick asked, raising an eyebrow as he looked at her face, wanting to kiss her again. 

Loveth shook her head instead.

Patrick loved the taste of her lips and didn’t want her to step back or stop. She kissed him so softly; it was a flavor different from that of other ladies he had met.

Patrick touched Loveth's thigh again, but she pushed his hand away and gazed at him in dread. 

He began to play with himself, giving himself a hand massage as he felt hot and wanted to explode, not having a warm body to relax with and release all his desire into.

Loveth watched Patrick stroking himself, and she felt her center dripping wet juice. She couldn't help but feel drawn to his size.

It was large—far bigger than the local boys she had seen. A soft moan escaped her lips as Patrick removed his hand and used it to stroke her lips.

"Can you suck it for me? It will make me feel better," he asked. But she shook her head in disbelief, staring at his member, then looking up at his face once more, shaking her head in disbelief.

"No… How can I do that?" She replied.

Patrick frowned, not wanting to believe that Loveth hadn’t slept with a man before.

He got annoyed and attempted to stand up from his bed, but Loveth swiftly pulled his left hand back to stop him. 

However, with the little effort she used to stop him, he ended up falling on top of her on his bed. The alcohol he had drunk making him a little weak.

Patrick stared at Loveth's pretty face beneath him. He kissed her pink lips, and in that moment, he wanted her maid gown off to feel her ample breasts.