Chapter 4

Patrick stared at Loveth's face and her natural pink lips. He leaned forward and captured her lips again, kissing her hungrily and savoring the taste of her lips. She responded, but it was obvious that she didn’t know how to kiss.

She kissed him back, and Patrick smiled as he parted his lips away from hers, moving backward to sit 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 already. Just a little warmth from you won't hurt; I promise."

Loveth couldn’t resist Patrick's charm, feeling drawn to him as her center ached, needing him to touch her there or plunge into her depths.

Patrick stripped off her maid gown, throwing it to the tiled floor and exposing her bare body to his view. Even though he was drunk, he gazed at her large breasts, daring him to suck.

Patrick took his time removing her bra and underwear, tossing it all away.

"How old are you?" He asked, as her face looked younger while her body was more mature than he could have imagined.

"I’m 20 years old and will be 21 next January," she replied in a hoarse voice, her cheeks flushing red with embarrassment at seeing her Master staring at her like a predator.

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

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

She tried biting her tongue harder to prevent any more moans, unable to push Patrick away or dart out of his room even though he was drunken. Whatever Patrick was doing to her awakened something strange in her body—something she had never felt before, and she didn’t want him to stop either.

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 in surprise as he looked so handsome in the dim shining light of his room.

Patrick's dark skin, chiseled chest, and hard muscles made her heart race with excitement. His erection pressed against her, making her fear what he wanted to do with her, as she was also eager to know and wanted him to explore into her depths.

Loveth's friends had spoken to her about handsome dark men, and she felt like she was missing out. She wanted to feel Patrick inside her. 

She felt embarrassed as she noticed him pausing, staring at her center as if contemplating something when she told him she hadn’t slept with a man before.

Finally, Patrick crawled over Loveth, and he saw her eyes focused on him—drunken, blurry, but also full of desire, as memories of Willow triggered something in him, and Loveth was beautiful enough to get him in the mood.

Patrick felt hungrier than ever, but his hunger wasn’t for food; it was for pleasure.

He wanted Loveth to be in the mood with him. The last thing he ever never wanted was for any woman 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 made him feel drawn to sleep with her.

He shifted backward, slowly parting her legs wide open. She responded, not stopping him but rather opening her legs for him to enter, smiling nervously at him.

Patrick leaned forward, burying his head into Loveth's depths, making her shudder. 

She clasped her legs closed, holding his head away, as she stopped him from sucking her.

She was shocked by his actions as his lips captured her center and attempted to suck it.

Patrick raised his head and stared at Loveth's face. He met her gaze and licked his thin lips.

Loveth looked beautiful, and at that moment, Patrick forgot he ever met anyone named Willow Albert, who had broken his heart. All he wanted was to make love to Loveth.

He leaned closer, positioning himself to go deeper into her depths. She didn’t refuse him, as she also wanted him and liked him, too.

Loveth prepared in her mind to have Patrick, but when he thrust into her, shattering her walls, she screamed, gripping him tightly to stop as she felt pain all over.

Patrick was already in cloud nine; he didn’t want to stop or listen to Loveth's pleas. She clung to him, begging him to stop, but he refused and rode her faster in her depths, banging into her as he loved how wet and tight she was. 

It wasn’t until he heard her crying that he slowed down, staring at her tear-streaked face for a moment, allowing her to adjust to his size. He remembered he hadn’t used any protection as he was drunk.

He knew if he withdrew to search for a condom, Loveth might refuse him, and he wouldn’t be able to force himself on her. So he continued slowly, riding her faster until he reached his climax. He stopped, discharging all his seed into her, feeling her body shudder beneath him.

Patrick finally collapsed onto Loveth as he finished, and soon she heard him snoring as he drifted to sleep on top of her.

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

She tried to push Patrick away, but he was heavier, so she tried her best and rolled off him. 

Loveth remembered she had only stepped into his chamber to deliver his dinner to him. His mother had complained about his stomach, but she ended up in bed with him.

Loveth had heard that some drunken men hardly remembered anything when they woke up, and she silently prayed Patrick wouldn’t remember what happened when he woke.

Patrick fell into a deep slumber and dreamed of being with a pretty woman in his room. He felt too weak to approach her, wanting to sleep with her, but she pushed him away and get off his bed. 

He noticed they were both bare.

The woman took her clothes and fled his bedroom. He was too weak to do anything, lying there and trying to figure out her face, but he couldn’t see her clearly.

Loveth slid out from Patrick's bed after pushing him away. She searched his room for her underwear and panty and saw where he had thrown them on the floor, along with her maid uniform.

She stepped down from his bed and looked at him sleeping. She used his towel to cover him up as she rushed to pick up her maid gown and underwear and put them on.

The time in Patrick's chamber clock read 10 PM. Loveth glanced at his study table, noticing his dinner still there. She thought about waking him up but couldn’t bring herself to do it. So she dressed quickly, ensuring she didn’t forget anything in his chamber.

She immediately ran out of his room and rushed back into the elevator, which took her down to the second floor.

Loveth stepped out of the elevator and hurried into the maids’ lounge on the second floor, where she stayed with the other maids working in the Anderson mansion.

The head maid, Aria Jameson, looked at Loveth in surprise, but Loveth ignored her and quickly ran into her room, shutting the door behind her. 

There were about four maids working in the Anderson's mansion. The head maid, her assistant, one other maid, and Loveth.

Loveth entered her room, breathing heavily. She walked to her bed and climbed on it.

She hoped none of the maids would find out the truth of what happened between her and the young master of the mansion. As she felt her heart pounding in her chest and her center still throbbing as if his rod was still inside her.

Loveth had previously wanted to sleep in Patrick's bed, but she feared what he would do when he woke from his drunken state and found her beside him.

"He was drunk, and he might not remember a thing, nor did he eat his dinner," she spoke, feeling sad about Patrick not eating. 

She knew his mother would ask him the following day if he had eaten his dinner the night before.

Loveth sobbed and laid on her bed, finding it difficult to sleep. She never planned for their first meeting to turn out like this.

"I could've just pushed him away and run out," she sobbed, sniffing before drifting off to sleep.

Loveth woke up after a while and walked to her bathroom to relieve herself, as she was using her room alone. She decided to pretend like nothing ever happened between her and the young master, hoping he didn’t remember, while also acknowledging that she admired him.

She finally returned to her bed and lay down, falling asleep once again.