The Unfilial Boss Woman

Chapter 3: Lost control

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

"Oh my!" exclaimed Loveth, surprised at the sight of the young master without any clothes. She swallowed hard, almost losing her grip on the tray, and remembering that his mother had told her he had a weak stomach, she clutched the tray tighter and immediately stared downwards.

"I'm sorry sir, I didn't mean to—"

Patrick stared at her for a few seconds, confused. He hadn’t expected anyone to invade his privacy. His blood boiled with anger, and he struggled to find the words to respond to her as she stood there holding the tray he had seen before.

Not hearing any response from him, Loveth contemplated whether to drop the tray of food in his large room or to walk back out with it. Just then, she heard him ask, "What are you doing in here?"

She raised her head to look at him, and her eyes inadvertently came into contact with his arousal. She swallowed hard and immediately looked down again.

"I came to deliver your dinner. Mother said you had a weak stomach, and I thought it was important to bring it to you, especially since she looked sad when I told her you didn’t respond and left me to go back to your room."

She raised her head again and saw him walking back to the purple executive chair, realizing he had a preference for purple furniture. Patrick picked up his towel and tied it around his waist before glaring back at her.

"Bring it over here and drop it on this table, then leave," he ordered.

Loveth immediately sauntered closer to him, moving towards the table. As she reached to place the tray down, her arm accidentally brushed against his. She froze, feeling goosebumps all over her.

"Sorry, sir," she whispered, suddenly afraid, knowing the man was subtly aroused before she had entered.

She had never slept with a man before, but her best friend, Nancy Leo, a fair 22-year-old, had talked to her extensively about men and the advantages of dating wealthier ones. Loveth came from an average background; they weren’t poor, but they weren’t rich either. Her mother worked as a servant for the local council, while her father was a taxi driver.

Her blood felt hot as the handsome, dark-looking man leaned closer. Before she could jump away, he held her back by grabbing her slim, curvy waist. She was still in her maid uniform and hadn’t yet changed into her nightgown.

"Why do you smell like milk?" he asked as he sniffed her. Loveth turned her head to meet his handsome gaze, which was now closer than before. She lost her ability to respond, feeling something poke her beneath, making her shudder.

He released her slightly, staring at her pretty yellow face. "Have we met before?" he asked again, confusing her further. Before she could answer, his sinful lips brushed against hers, and without warning, he kissed her, giving her the shock of her life—she had never kissed a guy before, not even her village boyfriend.

Patrick's kiss deepened, and he slid his second hand down to grip one of her hips. She wanted to push him away, overwhelmed by the new surge of emotions washing over her. But her hands became numb, and instead, they encircled his waist as she found herself succumbing to his intense kisses.

He lifted her, and she held onto his head for support, kissing him back in response to his heated advances. Loveth felt weak and knew it. She hadn’t expected to fall for her madam's son so quickly. How would her mother react if she found out that Loveth had shamelessly slept with her boss's only son on just her second day of work?

At only 20 years old, she felt vulnerable as the handsome man seemed to know her weak spots. He gently placed her on his king-size bed, covered in a white bedspread. He removed his towel, exposing his full length to her, and she panicked, sitting up quickly.

"I'm sorry, sir! Please let me go!" she begged, her pleading black eyes wide with fear.

Patrick was hot with desire and couldn’t listen to her. He knew she was scared because she was new and his mother's maid, but he felt she had willingly come into his room, knowing he was without clothes. He had already been feeling heated before she arrived.

"Why are you calling me 'sir'?" he asked, cupping her cheeks with his hands and turning her face to meet his gaze. He brushed his fingers over her lips.

"Your lips look so naturally pink. Did you put something on them?" he asked, surprising her as their eyes met.

"No," she replied, but as she tried to sit up properly, her right hand accidentally brushed against him, and he moaned, making her gasp in horror as she stared down at his arousal.

"I'm sorry! I didn’t mean to touch you there!" Loveth's face was filled with horror. He nodded, taking her right hand and placing it on himself.

"You can touch me there if you want. Isn’t that why you're here?" he asked. Before she could respond, he leaned forward and kissed her neck, tracing her neckline back to her lips, kissing her hungrily as he felt his tension release with her smooth body.

Patrick slid his fingers under her maid gown, searching for her most intimate areas, wanting to explore every inch of her. He longed to ravish her, from her outermost curves to her navel, breasts, and all the feminine attributes she possessed.

Loveth melted at his touch; whatever magic his hands were working, her body obeyed as if it had a mind of its own. She forgot that she had brought his dinner and was supposed to be serving him, but instead, she found herself in bed with him.

He slid his finger into her pants, touching her center. She stiffened and jerked, wanting to pull away from him. She parted her lips from his and stared at him in fear.

"What's the problem? Haven’t you done this before?" he asked, raising an eyebrow as he looked at her cute, chubby face, wanting to kiss her more. She shook her head.

He loved the taste of her lips and didn’t want her to stop kissing him. She kissed him softly, a taste different from any other woman he had encountered. He touched her thigh, but she pushed his hand away and looked at him.

He began to play with himself, feeling the need to release his pent-up desire, as he had no warm body to ease his tension. Seeing him stroke himself in front of her made Loveth feel her own desire growing, and she couldn’t help but stare at him.

It was big, much larger than what she had seen from the street boys. A soft gasp escaped her lips. He removed his hand from stroking himself and touched her lips.

"Can you suck it for me? It will make me feel better," he said.

Loveth gasped again in horror, looking from his arousal to his face. "No! How can I do that?" she asked nervously. He frowned, not wanting to believe that she hadn’t slept with a man before.

Seeing him get annoyed and wanting to stand up, she quickly grabbed his left arm. Using the little strength she had, she pulled him back, causing him to fall on top of her on the bed.

Patrick stared into her face. The alcohol he had consumed made him weak, and he lost his stamina when she had simply pulled him back to wait. His head rested on her ample bosom, and he was eager to remove her maid gown to feel her curves.