Chapter 4: Love with her

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

Loveth kissed Patrick back, sucking his lower lip, and he smiled as he pulled away and sat up properly on his bed.

"So you don't want to help me, but I'm feeling hot and sick with you here already. Just a little warmth from you won't hurt, I promise," Patrick said.

Loveth couldn't resist him, feeling drawn to him, and her center was already aching as if it needed him to touch her or enter her.

Patrick stripped off her maid gown and threw it to the tiled floor, exposing her bare body to his view. Even though he was drunk, he stared at her, feeling tempted.

Patrick took his time removing her bra and underwear, tossing them aside.

"How old are you?" Patrick asked, as Loveth's face looked young, but her body was more mature than he had imagined.

"I'm 20 years old, and I'll be 21 next January," Loveth replied in a hoarse voice, feeling her cheeks burn with embarrassment as her boss's son stared at her like a predator.

"Hmm," Patrick hummed, finally rubbing her bare body, wanting 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.

Loveth tried biting her tongue to prevent herself from moaning, as she couldn't push Patrick away or leave his chamber, even though he was drunk. 

Whatever Patrick was doing to her was awakening something strange in her, something she had never felt before, and she didn't want him to stop.

Patrick parted his lips from Loveth's and let his hands travel down to her core. 

She gasped at his touch and looked at him in surprise, finding him handsome in the dim blue light of his room.

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

His manhood seemed to poke her more, and she feared what he intended to do, yet she was eager to know and have him enter her.

Loveth's friends had told her about handsome dark men, and she felt she was missing out.

 She wanted to feel Patrick inside her, embarrassed by the way he paused and stared at her as if contemplating something when she told him she hadn't been with a man before.

Patrick finally moved over Loveth, and she focused on him. He was drunk, but also wanting to please her. Thoughts of Willow had triggered him, and Loveth was beautiful enough to get him in the mood.

Patrick felt hungry for her, but his hunger wasn't for food—it was for pleasure.

Patrick wanted Loveth to be in the mood with him, as the last thing he wanted was for any woman to accuse him of wrongdoing.

He had never taken a liking to any of the maids in the mansion before, except for Loveth. Staring at her face, he felt drawn to her.

He shifted backward, moving downward, and slowly parted her legs. 

Loveth responded, not stopping Patrick but rather opening her legs for him to enter. She smiled nervously at him.

Patrick leaned forward and dipped his head into Loveth's centre, making her shudder. 

She clasped her legs closed, holding his head to stop him.

Loveth was shocked by what Patrick did as his lips captured her center and attempted to suck on it.

Patrick raised his head and looked at Loveth's face with desire. He licked his lips and meeting her eyes again.

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

Patrick positioned himself to go deeper into her, and Loveth didn't refuse him. She wanted him and liked him.

Loveth prepared herself mentally to have Patrick, but when he entered her, shattering her walls, she gasped in horror and screamed, gripping him tightly and tapping him to stop as she felt pain.

Patrick was already in ecstasy and didn't want to stop or listen to her. 

She clung to him, tapping him to stop, but he refused and continued, loving how wet and tight she was. 

It wasn't until he heard her crying that he slowed and stopped, staring at her crying face for a moment, allowing her to adjust to his size. 

Patrick remembered he hadn't used condoms, as he was drunk. He knew if he withdrew to find protection, Loveth might refuse him, and he couldn't force himself on her. So he continued slowly, riding her faster, until he reached his climax and stopped, releasing himself into her.

Patrick collapsed on Loveth, having finished, and 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. She tried to push him away, but he was heavier, so her hands ended up rubbing his bare back. 

She remembered she had only stepped into his chamber to deliver his dinner, as his mother had complained about his weak stomach due to her giving birth to him at an older age, 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.

Patrick fell into a deep slumber and dreamt of being with a woman in his room. 

She was beautiful, but he felt too weak to approach her. He wanted to be with her in his dream, but she pushed him away. He saw her leave his bed. 

He was too weak to do anything, lying there trying to figure out her face, but he couldn't see her clearly.

Loveth finally slid out of Patrick's bed after pushing him away. She searched his room for her underwear and found them on the floor, along with her maid uniform.

She stepped down from his bed, looked at him sleeping, and used his towel to cover him. 

She rushed to pick up her maid gown and innerwear and put them on.

The time on his chamber clock was 10 p.m., and Loveth looked at his study table, seeing his dinner there. She thought about waking him but couldn't. She dressed quickly, ensuring she wasn't leaving anything behind.

Loveth immediately ran out of Patrick's chamber and rushed back into the elevator, which took her down to the second floor.

She stepped out of the elevator and rushed into the second floor sitting room, 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. 

There were about four maids working in the mansion: the head maid, her assistant, another maid, and Loveth.

Loveth walked into her room, breathing heavily, and climbed onto her bed.

She hoped none of the maids would find out what happened between her and the young master, as she felt her heart beating rapidly and her center still throbbing as if the young master's presence was still with her.

Loveth had initially wanted to sleep in Patrick's chamber, but she feared what he would do when he woke up 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," Loveth said, feeling sad about Patrick not eating.

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

Loveth sobbed and lay on her bed, finding it difficult to sleep, as she never planned for their first meeting to be like that.

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

Loveth woke up after a while and went to her bathroom to relieve herself, as she had her room to herself. She decided to pretend like nothing had happened between her and the young master unless he remembered, as she also liked him.

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