The Unfilial Boss Woman

Chapter 4: Night With Loveth

Patrick stared at Loveth's face and her natural pink lips. He leaned forward and captured her lips with his, kissing her hungrily and savoring the taste. She responded, but it was clear that she didn’t know how to kiss. Loveth kissed him in return, licking his lower lip, and he smiled before parting his lips from hers. Sitting 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. Just a little warmth from you won’t hurt, I promise."

Loveth couldn’t resist him; she felt drawn to him, her center aching as if it needed him to plunge into her. Patrick stripped her of her maid gown and tossed it onto the tiled floor, exposing her bare body to his gaze. Even in his drunken state, he admired her curves, taking his time to remove her bra and underwear.

"How old are you?" Patrick asked, noting that her face looked younger while her body was more mature than he had expected.

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

"Hmm!" Patrick hummed, finally rubbing her bare body, wanting to get her in the mood. Loveth gasped, biting her lower lip to stop herself from moaning, embarrassed by the sounds escaping her lips. She tried to bite her lips more to prevent any noise, unable to push him away or dart out of his chambers, even though he was drunk. Whatever he 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 pulled away from her lips and let his hands travel down to her core. She gasped at his touch, staring at him with wide eyes as he looked so handsome in the dim glow of the blue bulb in his room. His taut dark skin, broad chiseled chest, and hard smooth muscles made her heart race with excitement. She felt a mix of fear and eagerness as she realized what he wanted to do with her. Her friends had spoken of handsome dark men, and she felt she was missing out.

Loveth wanted to feel Patrick, but she felt embarrassed as he paused, contemplating something when she told him she hadn’t slept with a man before. He finally moved over her, noticing her focused gaze. Though he was drunk and blurry, he felt a hunger for pleasure, triggered by thoughts of Willow. Yet, Loveth was beautiful, and he found himself wanting her more.

Patrick wanted to ensure Loveth was in the mood with him; the last thing he wouldn't want was for any lady to accuse him of defiling her. He had never taken a liking to any of the maids before, except for her. Staring at her, he felt drawn to sleep with her.

He finally shifted backward and slowly parted her legs. Loveth responded, not stopping him but rather widening her legs for him to enter, smiling nervously. He leaned forward and buried his face between her thighs, making her shudder. She clasped her legs closed, holding his head and immediately shutting her legs tightly.

Loveth was shocked by Patrick's actions as his lips captured her center and attempted to suck on it. Patrick raised his head and met her gaze, licking his lips. She looked beautiful, and at that moment, he forgot anyone named Willow. He positioned himself to go deeper into her, and Loveth didn’t refuse him again; she wanted him just as much.

She prepared herself, but when he thrust into her, shattering her walls, she gasped and screamed in horror, gripping him and tapping on him to stop as she felt pain all over. Patrick was already in cloud nine and couldn’t hear her cries to stop. He rode her faster, loving how wet and tight she was until he heard her crying. He slowed down and stopped, staring at her tear-streaked face for a moment to let her adjust. It dawned on him that he hadn’t used protection.

He knew that if he withdrew to find a condom, she might refuse him, and he wouldn’t be able to force himself on her. So he continued, riding her slowly and then faster until he reached his climax, feeling her body shudder beneath him.

Finally, Patrick collapsed on her, discharging all his seed into her, and soon after, he began to snore as he drifted into a deep sleep on top of her. Loveth wiped the corners of her eyes as reality hit her. She tried to push him away, but he was heavier, so her hands ended up rubbing his bare back.

Loveth remembered she had only stepped into Patrick's 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 now, she found herself in bed with him, aware that some drunken men hardly remembered anything when they woke up.

Patrick fell into a deep slumber, dreaming of a woman in his room who was beautiful and golden. He felt weak as he wanted to sleep with her, wanted to have that wild fun in his dream, but realized she was pushing him away. He noticed her hand raking over his body, realizing they were both bare. She neared him, touched him, and to his shock, sucked on him. He lay lifeless, trying to figure out her face but couldn’t see her clearly.

Loveth finally slid out of his bed after pushing Patrick away. She searched his room for her underwear, finding her maid uniform on the tiled floor. She stepped down from his bed, gazing at him sleeping, and used his towel to cover him up before hurriedly picking up her maid gown and inner wear to dress.

As the clock in his chamber struck 10 PM, Loveth glanced at Patrick's study table and saw the meal she had brought for him. Quickly, she put on her bra and underwear, slipping back into her uniform. She looked around his bed to make sure she hadn’t forgotten anything and immediately darted out of his chamber, rushing 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 met the head maid, who stared at her, but she ignored her and quickly walked to her room. There were about four maids: the head maid, her assistant, and one other maid with her. Loveth walked into her room, slowly closing the door behind her. She climbed onto her bed, hoping none of the maids would discover the truth of what had happened between her and the young master.

Loveth felt her heart racing, her center still throbbing as if the handsome master’s rod were still inside her. She had wanted to stay in his chamber but feared what he would do when he woke up and saw her next to him. He was drunk and hadn’t even eaten his dinner. Loveth felt sad about this, knowing his mother would ask him by daybreak if he had eaten.

Lying in her bed, she found it difficult to sleep, having never planned for their first meeting to turn out like this. "I could have just pushed him away," Loveth said, sobbing as she finally turned onto her side to drift off to sleep.

After a while, she got up to ease herself since she was alone in her room. She decided to pretend that nothing ever happened between them, hoping Patrick wouldn’t remember. She liked and admired him too much to let it go. Finally, she returned to her bed and fell asleep.