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.

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

perfume filled the air and Max caught a whiff of it. Cherry scented perfume, just like her name. A signature brand of hers if he must add. Max wasn't a fan of having the same thing for dessert all the time but Cherry was an exception. She understood the 'not getting attached' rule which was his number one rule that was involved in their friends with benefits contract and as long as she doesn't cross the line, he wouldn't have a reason to complain 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 life. He envisioned his head buried there and the thought of it sent an adrenaline rush to his dick that twitched in response. "H-Hello? Max?

another glass or stool. Someone was definitely

he didn't reply. "You brought sent for me and you can't even answer my questions? I thought that we had a deal?" She drawled in a seductive voice.

little tighter. "But that is easily remedied even though I like it this way." She added in a feeble

take it off or should i take

took off her dress, leaving 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

that moment, she heard subtle movements in the dimly lit room and before she could process

in a sharp breath when held her by the scruff of her neck and pulled her into him, her hands firmly

to

sadly, I'm not in 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

nub of her clit. She

and replaced the material with his fingers. His other hand still holding her in place as he whispered into her ears. "What do you have to say about my generousity, Cherry?" Her knees buckled at the

whispered a response. With a deep groan, he