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.

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

'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

gently tapping the bare surface of another glass or stool. Someone was definitely in this room. The realization came with twinge

in a seductive voice. "I'm upset that you walked into my room all dressed

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 feeble attempt to

off or

off himself. He doesn't mince words and she had come to understand that. Apart from that, she also noticed that there was something off about his entire demeanor but she couldn't quite put a

room and before she

breath when held her by the scruff of her neck and pulled her into him, her hands firmly held behind her back to stop any

to punish you

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 of her clit, fingers circling the warm entrance of her womanhood. It was raw. It was fire.

clit.

panties to the side 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

a response. With a deep groan, he inserted a