Semua Bab The Unfilial Boss Woman : Bab 1 - Bab 10

Patrick turned and stared at the entrance door as it pushed open, and at the pretty maid that stepped in. He felt sluggish, like he was weightless, staring at the pretty yellow face.He felt drawn to walk up to her and seize her as she walked into his sitting room with her cute, round, chubby face meeting his cold gaze, as she carried a tray of his evening meal in her hands, probably sent by his mother to deliver his dinner.Patrick clutched tighter to the third alcoholic wine bottle he was gulping and slowly removed the wine bottle away from his sinful lips as she stopped in front of him and flashed him the most beautiful smile he had ever seen."Sorry to bother you, sir, but mother said I should deliver this meal to you. Where can I keep it?" she asked him. He dropped the wine bottle on the bar top and stood up sluggishly to meet her, and her black shining eyes immediately stared away from him and to the trays in her hands as he staggered towards her and sniffed her like a dog. She f

Patrick stared at Loveth's face and at her pink lips, and he leaned forward and captured her lips with his, kissing her hungrily and savoring the taste of her lips.Loveth responded, but it was so obvious that she didn't know how to kiss. She kissed Patrick in return, licking his lower lip, and he smiled and parted his lips away from hers, staring at her face as he moved backward and sat up properly on his bed.Patrick said, "So you don't want to suck me, but I'm feeling hot and sick with you here with me. Just a little warmth from you won't hurt, I promise."Loveth couldn't resist Patrick's charm, as she felt drawn to him, and her center was aching like it needed him to plunge into her.Patrick stripped off her maid gown and threw it to the tiled floor, exposing her full body to his view, even as he was drunk. He stared at her watermelons that were bigger and large enough.He took time in removing her bra and inner wears too. "How old are you?" Patrick asked her, as Loveth's face look

“My son, won’t you have your breakfast first before leaving for work?” Mrs. Eleanor Anderson asked Patrick, as she stared at her only son and met his eyes, which were focused on Loveth, making her smile.“Loveth!” she called, bringing Loveth back to attention. Loveth turned and met their gazes, immediately looking downwards, feeling nervous as she remembered having an illicit affair with the young master of the house the previous night. Patrick wasn’t young, though, and Loveth wondered why the other servants kept calling him “young master” since they had been working in the Anderson mansion long before her, probably when the handsome, dark man was younger. “What would you like for breakfast, son?” Mrs. Eleanor asked, staring back at Patrick again. “I’m fine, Mother. I have to go now.” Patrick leaned forward and kissed his mother on the cheek, but Mrs. Eleanor frowned. “Why, son? Come sit with me first and have your breakfast. Not like you will be fired. Did you eat the chicken pep

Patrick adjusted his necktie to loosen it and unbuttoned some of his white shirt buttons, feeling hot and sick despite the air conditioning. His office line rang, and he picked up, knowing he had a visitor. “Sir, Willow Albert is here to see you,” Ava informed him. His brows furrowed. “Don't let her in, and send her away before I send the guards downstairs to do it themselves.” He immediately hung up the office line, and Ava stared at her own office line, speechless, as she lost her words to speak to Willow, who stood in front of her in her red short dress and black boots, refusing to sit down.“What did he say?” Willow slowly asked, seeing Ava shift her gaze away and stare at her computer instead. “I’m sorry, but the boss insists you leave, or he will send security to escort you away.” Willow bit her lower lip nervously. She knew he wouldn't agree to see her, and she had flown into the country the previous day after realizing that Tony wanted to use her to get to Patrick. Tony a

"What's up, man? I’ve been staring at you for hours now, waiting for you to speak, and you're just silent. What's the problem?" Charles questioned. Patrick sighed and stood up, walking back to his office seat."I don't know. It just feels like I had sex with one of my mother's maids last night, but I'm trying to convince myself it’s a lie. But seeing the stains on my mattress and how she blushed when she looked at me at the dining table makes me feel guilty and scared," Patrick confessed. Charles burst out laughing again, making Patrick angrier."What's so funny, dude?!""I'm sorry! What's going on with you, Patrick? Are you sure you don't need to visit a doctor? I don't get you at all. One minute you want to break up with Willow, and the next you're infatuated with your maid.""I'm not infatuated with any maid. You know I can't have anything to do with a maid! A low-class, poverty-stricken lady? No way! I love women with class, ladies with standards—not some cheap woman," Patrick ra