SEX WITH THE VIRGIN MAID by KIARI HORSFALL

It Wasn't His Mistake

Max arrived at his hotel after leaving Bryce's house. He wasn't exactly sure why he was upset with what that Christina lady had said to him but he just couldn't bring himself to take it all in.

So what if he said all those things? It's not exactly his fault that she was from a convent now was it? He had no clue that she was Hera's sister and it's not like he hasn't said those kinds of things to a woman before. They love it when he says something like that and it was her fault for not getting it and making it seem like he was the villain who had made the worst mistake in history.

Pushing his hair backwards, Max alighted his car and treaded towards the reception of his hotel.

"Welcome back, Boss." His receptionist, Nora greeted him with a curt bow of her head. "How was your trip? Was it better than you anticipated?"

"It was alright." Max wasn't in a mood to say more so he just left his answer as simple as it should be. "Is the guest house ready for me?" He asked and she nodded with a placating smile.

"I had them clean it up in time for your arrival Sir." She answered professionally.

"Good. I'll be busy for the rest of the night and i don't want to be disturbed if it's not urgent." He informed her and headed inside without giving her a chance to respond to his words.

Nora knew better than to disturb her boss today. She wouldn't even dare no matter how urgent it was and it isn't because she was scared of him or anything of that sort. It's just because she noticed how awful his mood was tonight. Something was definitely wrong with him. Usually, he would speak casually with her and try to play around but he was dead serious today and it spooked her. Maybe something happened back at home that affected his work. She wouldn't know because as friendly as her boss was, he was also tight-lipped and doesn't like sharing. He only shows you what he wanted you to see and keeps the rest to himself. He's like an overly complicated book that no one likes reading.

himself in. He undressed himself and hit the shower before walking back into his dimly lit room. There, with a towel wrapped around his waist, he walked over to the almost dark side of the bar area and poured a glass of whiskey for himself as he waited for his

either. Without saying anything, he carefully poured another shot into his glass as he watched her from where he stood, hopelessly searching for him in the dark room. From where he stood, Max could already outline the silhouette that was visible against the dimming lights. Her protruding breasts almost peeking out from the flimsy excuse of a gown that was holding onto those breasts for dear

surface of another glass or

a deal?" She drawled in a seductive voice. "I'm upset

had risen up to her throat and settled there and held onto the shawl a little tighter. "But that is easily remedied even though I like it this way." She added in a

or should

her in her bra and panties. She knew better not to because unlike most men, Max would actually take it off himself. He doesn't mince words and she

muttered in grave satisfaction. At that moment, she heard subtle movements in the dimly lit room and before she could process what was happening,

neck and pulled her into him, her hands firmly held

supposed to punish

the mood for that." He whispered and went on to push her hair, to the back so that her neck is bared to his view. Then he slowly yet gently glided his fingers down to the precipice of

gasped when he intentionally grazed the nub of her clit. She

hand still holding her in place as he whispered into her ears. "What do you have

response. With a deep groan, he inserted a finger