"Master what happened to you, why are you sitting on the floor? Please get up" she said, trying to help him up although he is way bigger than her.. not to mention heavy too.
Michael couldn't take his eyes off her, his manhood hardening. This is wrong, but he is too weak to stop. His life is a mess, shaking his head he covers his face at his weakness.
And Patricia is not helping matters. Due to the family she comes from and their beliefs on s^x Patricia is so unyielding when it comes to it.
"Why does her family observe such a rigid tradition?" he wonders. “It is so frustrating!"
All they do is cuddle and sometimes s little fondling of her breast but that is it, nothing else.
For Christ sake, He is a full blooded man with desire and need that needs to be fulfilled. A little fondling can't satisfy his sexual urge, he craves hardcore s^x that is the only thing capable of taming his hard c^ck.
"My God you are so heavy" Michelle exclaimed, snapping him out of his thoughts.
"Here you go" she said finally getting to the bed. She inhaled deeply, panting like she went for a run. Observing her from the corner of his eyes he can't help but admire her figure.
She is truly a woman with courage, all alone in a man's room unafraid what might happen if he loses self control. All he wants is to shove his c^ck in her sweet hole, yes he shouldn't be having such thoughts but he can't help it.
Not when she is standing so near wearing nothing but a see through chiffon dress.
"Why is she not in her uniform? He stood to wonder. "Whatever made her not wear it, he is grateful for that." He said to himself, staring at her now visible breast.
The sweat from having to carry him to the bed created a wet patch in her breast area making it visible. All to his pleasure. Her hardened nipple is so visible calling out to him as he rape her with his eyes.
F^ck!
"Are you hurt?" She asked innocently. If only she knew the perverted thought going through his mind, she would run
"I can't find any injury on you sir," she said, scanning through his hands and legs.
"Please tell me where you are hurt so I can attend to it."
Grabbing her hand he placed it on his hard c^ck "This is where it hurts," hissing at the soft contact of her hand.
A mixture of different emotions run through Michelle's mind, but the most prominent is excitement. For so long she has been praying for this day. On many nights she dreams of him doing improper things to her as they touch and make wild love.
Since the day she laid eyes on him he is all she thinks of. But of course it doesn't go beyond her thought. The social status between them is great, making them wide apart.
High class society will frown at their union, calling her terrible names of how a gold digger she is. But she can't stop herself from dreaming, hoping one day it will become a reality.
"But what about his fiancée?" She wonders, the thought crossing her mind.
"What is on your mind?" He asks, snapping her out of her thoughts.
"M.. master, what of your fiancée? “she asked, unable to stop herself.
Raising a brow, he looks at her "What about her?"
"Do y..you ohm.."
"Go on ask" he nudges her, placing a finger under her chin so she has no choice but to look at him "What about her?"
"Do you love her?" She finally asks after great difficulty. Even just asking it hurt her so much to know he has another.
Michael kept staring at him, her question caught him off guard. His mind went back to the time he first met her. She was the most beautiful to him at that time.
"So what happened? All it took was a picture of her sister and he forgot all about Patricia. How cruel can he be?" He wonders.
He remembers how her dazzling blonde hair fascinated him so much, but what intrigued him more is her sassy attitude.
"Do you know what attracted me to Patricia for the first time?" He ask, looking at Michelle
"Her blonde hair?"
"No, her attitude." He said, chuckling, remembering those good old days.
Michelle can't help but look at her boss, the sparkle in his eyes speaks volume. "You love her" she said more like a statement than a question.
Catching his attention again, he locked his gaze with hers. “What is wrong with him?" She wonders. "Did they have a fight? Is this why he is so miserable?"
He don't know why but Michelle's words kept ringing in his head,
"But how?" He wonders "Is it possible to love two people at the same time?" Was the question he kept pondering.
"If he loves Catherine, then what does he feel for Patricia?" He asks out loud without realizing it.
"Loves Catherine?" She asks herself, furrowing her brow in confusion. "Who is Catherine?"
"I will leave you to rest," standing she left his room shutting the door behind her. The heartache returned with full force as she stepped outside.
"How can I be so stupid to think he will notice me" she said almost crying but tears refuse to drop.
She feels so heartbroken although they have no romantic relationship together. The day dreaming has started to affect her in reality, it is high time she stops.
In a moment she thought maybe just maybe a future with him was possible. Her heart hoped to hear the words she has been craving for, but all she got was heartache.
Lost in thought, Michelle didn't watch where she was going until she slammed into someone, pains in her head snapping her out of her thoughts.
"Ouch!" She flinched.
"Are you okay?" Mrs. Anderson asks, startling Michelle. She wasn't expecting to run into her considering she doesn't stay here.
"O my God, I am so sorry ma'am" she pleads.
What has she done, this job means the whole world to her. Her younger brother is in the hospital in a critical condition and she needs money for his treatment. The hospital bill resting on her shoulders.
"It is fine, but are you okay?" She asks, repeating her question. "Next time, learn to watch where you are going. Okay?"
"Yes ma'am, please, d.. do you need anything ma'am?"
There was silence from her end for what felt like forever for Michelle. Silently, she hopes Mrs. Anderson pardons her and drops the issue.
"No, Is my son in?"
Her son, oh no, she can't go into his room now, not when it is a mess. Mrs. Anderson will end up worrying and her boss won't like it either. Considering the state he is in.
"Yes, but he is resting ma'am. Been busy all night" she said hoping this will work
"Oh," she said, pausing for a moment, "Okay. I will let him rest then. When he wakes, inform me I will be in my room. Get me my favorite book from the library room"
"Yes ma'am, on it" she said to Mrs. Anderson retreating back
"Phew, that was close" she breathed a sigh of relief. "I need to get a broom and parker now" without wasting time she went to get it.
"Michelle" Cynthia her colleague called, stopping Michelle on her track "Where are you taking the broom and parker too?" She asked. Cynthia has always been inquisitive and a pain in her ass.
"Do you need anything?" She asks sweetly, turning to her, completely ignoring her question.
"No, was just wondering where you were taking those things and what you need it for"
"As you can see it is a broom and parker used for cleaning. I am off to do some chores"
"Okay, need a hand?"
"No!" She said a little too harshly before correcting herself, and didn't want to raise any suspicion. "What I meant is I am off to clean the master's room, so there is no need for you to come with me. I can handle it myself"
"Alright will leave you to it then"
"Thank you" she said with a hint of relief, giving her a bright smile. For the first time Cynthia took no for an answer without pestering her nonstop.. Wow, amazing.
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