CHAPTER 4

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

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

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

Loveth couldn't resist Patrick; she felt drawn to him, and her body ached as if it needed him inside her.

Patrick stripped off her maid's gown and threw it to the tiled floor, exposing her bare body to his view, even in his drunken state. He stared at her full, large brẹasts like ripe watermelons and took his time removing her bra and underwear.

"How old are you?" Patrick asked, noticing that Loveth's face looked young while her body was more mature than he expected.

"I'm 20 years old and will turn 21 next month in January," Loveth replied in a hoarse voice, her cheeks burning red with embarrassment as she saw her boss's son staring at her like a predator.

"Hmm," Patrick hummed, then began rubbing her bare body to get her in the mood with him.

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

She bit her bottom lip harder to hold back her moans, unable to push him away or dart out of his chambers.

Even though Patrick was drunk, whatever he was doing to Loveth awakened a strange sensation inside her—something she had never felt before—and she didn't want him to stop.

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

Patrick's taut, dark skin, broad chiseled chest, and hard, smooth muscles made her heart race with excitement.

His arousal pressed against her, making her both fearful and eager for what he might do.

She wanted to feel him, as her friends had told her about the allure of handsome dark men, and she had been missing out.

Loveth felt embarrassed when he paused and stared at her, contemplating something after she mentioned she had never slept with a man before.

Patrick finally moved over Loveth, seeing her eyes focused on him. He was drunk and blurred, but thoughts of Willow had stirred his desire, and she was beautiful.

Patrick felt an intense hunger for Loveth—not for food, but for pleasure. He wanted her to be fully in the mood, as the last thing he wanted was for any woman to accuse him of forcing her.

Patrick had never taken an interest in any of their maids before, except for Loveth; staring at her, he felt compelled to be with her.

Patrick then shifted backward, moving downward and slowly parting Loveth's legs.

She didn't stop him; instead, she parted them wider, smiling nervously at him. But he leaned forward and buried his head between her thighs, making her shudder.

Loveth clasped her legs shut, holding Patrick's head and stopping him immediately.

Loveth was shocked by what Patrick had done—his lips had captured her most intimate area and attempted to pleasure it.

Patrick raised his head and stared at Loveth's face, licking his lips as their eyes met.

She looked beautiful in that moment, and he forgot all about Willow Albert, who had broken his heart. All he wanted was Loveth. He moved back toward her and positioned himself to enter her.

Loveth didn't refuse Patrick this time; she wanted him and liked him. She prepared herself mentally, but when he thrust into her, shattering her innocence, she gasped and screamed in pain, gripping him and tapping him to stop.

However, Patrick was lost in ecstasy and couldn't listen; he rode Loveth faster, loving how wet and tight she was. But when he heard her crying, he slowed down and stopped, staring at her tear-streaked face for a moment to let her adjust.

Patrick then realized he hadn't used protection, as he was drunk. If he pulled away to find a condom, she might refuse him, and he couldn't force her anyway.

So, he continued, riding her slowly at first, then faster, until he reached his climax and stopped, feeling her body shudder beneath him.

Patrick collapsed on Loveth as he released inside her, and soon she heard him snoring, as he drifted off to sleep on top of her.

Loveth wiped the corners of her eyes as reality hit her about what had happened between them.

She tried to push him away, but he was too heavy, so her hands ended up rubbing his bare back.

Loveth remembered that she had only entered Patrick's chamber to deliver his dinner, as his mother had complained about his weak stomach due to being born to her at an older age.

But she had ended up in bed with him. She had heard that drunken men often didn't remember things when they woke up. So, she got out of the bed to find her clothes.

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Patrick fell into a deep slumber and dreamt of a woman in his room. She was fair-skinned and beautiful.

He felt weak and wanted to sleep with her, perhaps have that encounter in his dream, but she pushed him away.

Patrick saw the woman's hand rake over his body, realizing they were both bare. She neared him, touched his arousal, and to his shock, began to pleasure him orally.

Patrick was too weak to do anything and lay there lifeless, staring at Loveth and trying to make out her face, but he couldn't see it clearly.

Loveth then slid out of his bed after pushing him aside. She searched his room for her underwear and bra, which he had thrown aside, and spotted her pink uniform on the tiled floor.

Loveth stepped down from the bed and stared at Patrick sleeping, then she used his towel to cover him up.

Rushing, she picked up her pink dress and underwear to put them on.

The clock in the chamber showed 10 p.m., and Loveth glanced at Patrick's study table, seeing the meal she had brought for him untouched.

She quickly put on her bra, underwear, and uniform, then checked around his room to make sure she wasn't forgetting anything.

Loveth then darted out of Patrick's chamber and rushed back to her room on the second floor, which she shared with the other maids working for the Andersons.

Arriving on the second floor, Loveth encountered the head maid, who stared at her, but she ignored her and hurried to her own room.

There were four maids in total: the head maid, her assistant, and one other besides Loveth.

However, Loveth walked into her room, slowly closing the door behind her, and climbed onto her bed, hoping none of the maids would discover what had happened between her and the young master.

Loveth felt her heart palpitating and her body still throbbing as if the handsome master's rod lingered. She had wanted to stay in his chamber but feared what he might do when he woke up.

Patrick was drunk and hadn't even eaten his dinner, which made her sad, knowing his mother would ask him about it by morning.

Lying on her bed, sleep was difficult as she reflected on how their first encounter had unfolded.

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

She lay there for a while, then stood up to use the bathroom, as she had the room to herself.

Loveth decided to pretend nothing had happened between them, unless Patrick remembered—it. Beside, she liked and admired him.

Finally, Loveth walked back to her bed and lay down, falling asleep.