Patrick stood up from his executive office seat as he was through for the day's work. At 8 pm sharp, his personal assistant, Jeff Hudson, knocked and stepped into his executive office painted in ash-grey. "Good evening boss, are you leaving for home now?" asked Jeff.
Patrick, dressed in a red packet shirt and black plain trousers, stared at Jeff like a piece of trash and didn't respond. He stepped out from his office seat, picked up his black coat hanging on his office seat, and wore it to prevent the cold weather from hitting his cool dark skin and freezing him to death. He adjusted his necktie properly and snatched his briefcase away from his office desk.In a single final glance, Patrick walked out from his executive office of his Luxurious hotel, going home, and leaving Jeff Hudson speechless. Patrick owned a vast range of secret businesses he conducted in the state. His mind was preoccupied with a lot of thoughts, ranging from his parents who had been disturbing him to bringing home a wife, down to the list of competitors who wanted to take him down and away from the business world.Patrick had kept several hidden identities, and no one knew who the real Patrick Anderson was, as he kept his business strategies coded. Patrick breathed out a cold breath as he entered into the elevator on the 8th floor, which immediately took him down to the last floor of his 10-story multimillion-dollar hotel in the state. His bodyguards stood aside guarding him as he stepped out and walked towards the Prado jeep available to take him home.Patrick stared back at Jeff rushing to join him in his Prado Jeep and didn't wait. He entered and sat in the back seat, while Jeff approached and slid into the driver's seat. His bodyguards shut the back door closed. Jeff ignited the Jeep engine and drove him home to the Andersons' residence without wanting to anger him.Jeff arrived and drove into the mansion premises and parked, while Patrick stepped down and walked straight towards their mansion frontage. Patrick was angry, and his blood constantly boiled as he clicked his black shoes on the cemented ground and approached their mighty 4-story building mansion.Patrick entered the living room, and his new maid, Loveth Logan, greeted him, "Good evening sir. Welcome home." Patrick paused and stared at Loveth irritably. He didn't respond and walked straight towards the milk-colored couch in the living room. He threw his briefcase on the couch, took off his black coat, and hung it on his shoulder. Patrick picked up his briefcase and walked straight towards the elevator, wanting to go up to his mega rooms.Patrick's mother, Mrs. Eleanor Anderson, a 70-year-old woman, stepped out from her room below as she suffered from kneecap pain. She stared at Loveth still mopping the tiled floor irritably. She frowned and saw Patrick, who was about to enter the elevator when the door dinged open. "Son..." Her voice trailed as she called him back. Patrick paused and stared at his mother angrily. He knew there was nothing else that she and his promiscuous father expected of him other than giving them an heir.Patrick had four older sisters, and they were all married. His aged mother birthed him last after 10 years of his immediate elder sister's birth. Patrick clutched his briefcase tighter as he frowned and walked back to meet his mother. She smiled as he approached her and gave her a warm hug. "Good evening, mother," Patrick's greeting rolled out from his lips like a whisper. His mother smiled back at him and asked, "Welcome son. How was your day today in the office?""Fine, mother," Patrick replied. He sat with his mother on the executive couch, and she asked him, "Son, when will you finally marry? You know your father and I aren't getting any younger. Don't you want us to see the next heir of Anderson Cooperation?"Patrick swallowed as he felt his forehead sweaty at his mother's question. "Son," Mrs. Eleanor called to Patrick's attention again. He replied, "Mom, you don't have to worry about your death yet, okay. I will think about a bride soon, probably this week or next.""Okay, son," Mrs. Eleanor smiled at Patrick. He stood up to leave, but she asked him, "Son, how about your girlfriend Willow Albert? Why not make arrangements to marry her at once, or what's the matter, son?"Patrick breathed out as he felt hot at her question again. He stared away and made eye contact with their new maid, Loveth, who smiled at him and blushed. She continued mopping the tiled floor happily. Patrick's unique dark grey eyes scanned her waist in her pink maid uniform. She looked so beautiful and cute, making him wonder who had purposely employed her to work in their mansion.Patrick loosened his necktie and shifted his gaze back to his mother. "Mom, Willow traveled without informing me about it. And on top of that, she has refused to give me a proper explanation for leaving me and our relationship." Patrick forged that, as of course he couldn't tell his mother the truth related to why he broke up with Willow. The cheap woman who was always horny and fell for any available man."But son, I spoke to Willow yesterday, and she told me you both are fine and still together." Patrick stiffened and stared back at his mother unbelievably.Forcing a fake smile and menacing laughter, Patrick replied, "I'm tired, mom. I will get back to you, and probably next week, I will look for a bride, since that's what you want.""Okay, son." Mrs. Eleanor smiled at Patrick as he turned to leave and return back up to his executive rooms on the fourth floor, but her voice stopped him again."Son, have you met Loveth Logan? She's the new maid from Westwood and her mother is one of the charitable women contributing to building the economy."Patrick paused and stared back at Loveth, who was now mopping the tiled floor. She bowed her head in a respectful manner as she felt his cold piercing gaze on her."How do you see her, son? Your eldest sister, Isabel Owen, recommended her services to us, and she's like a daughter to me and helps me a lot, as I am already old and cannot work much.""Come, Loveth." Mrs. Eleanor stopped talking and signaled for Loveth to come."Loveth, meet my son, Master Patrick Anderson, sole heir to Anderson Corporation."Loveth walked forward into Patrick's view and she bowed her head in respect to him again and spoke, "It is an honor to meet you, sir." Patrick stood speechless as he sank into deep thought.Was this some sort of temptation or set-up by his mother?Her eyes were so shining black like a pussycat. Her nose was very sharp and pointed, her lips naturally pink without lip gloss, and her long natural blonde hair was packed into a ponytail.Her skin looked so flawless, like milk and honey mixed together, and Patrick took time assessing her beauty until his mother's words finally snapped him out of his assessment."Son, I see you like her. She's also a very good cook and I cannot help but feel younger, and love her more.""Hmm..." Patrick's eyes finally narrowed at Loveth and he replied to his mother, "Fine, mother. Good to see she's taking good care of you. I have to go upstairs now, as I have some important online business meeting to catch up with by 10 pm and I need to be ready for it."Without his mother's response, Patrick turned and immediately walked away from them, walking back to the elevator. He entered and immediately went up to the fourth floor."F*CK!" Patrick cursed as he stepped out of the elevator and into his sitting room on the fourth floor. The two maids there quickly greeted him, "Good evening, boss. Welcome home.""Shut up and get out!" Patrick thundered, and without warning, the two maids immediately ran out and left the fourth floor sitting room.Patrick used the fourth floor all alone to himself, and the third and second floors were used by his elder sisters long before they got married or whenever they were around.Patrick threw his black coat and necktie to the nearest couch as he dropped his briefcase too, and walked up to his bar in his sitting room to take out an alcoholic wine.Furthermore, Patrick was angered, and there was nothing else that irritated him the most than the thought of him ending up marrying a loose woman.He took out the alcoholic wine bottle and opened it in his hand. He chugged down the wine content directly from the bottle's mouth, finishing it in one go.He staggered, feeling the wine's effect on him and sat back on the black stool closer to the bar top, popping open another wine bottle."Hate you, Willow!" Patrick cursed, and just then, he heard his sitting room door slide open.Patrick turned and stared at the entrance door, which swung open to reveal the pretty yellow maid who stepped in. He felt sluggish, as if weightless, as he gazed at her pretty yellow face.He felt drawn to walk up to her and grab her as she entered his sitting room with her cute, round, chubby face meeting his cold gaze. She carried a tray of his evening meal, and he figured his mother had sent her to deliver his dinner to him. He clutched tighter to the third wine bottle he was gulping, removed it slowly from his sinful lips, and dropped it on the bar top.As she stopped in front of him and flashed him the most beautiful smile he had ever seen, she asked, "Sorry to bother you, Sir, but Mother said I should deliver this meal to you. Where can I keep it?" Patrick stood up sluggishly to meet her, and as he staggered towards her and sniffed her like a dog, while she froze at his sudden behavior.Loveth had never seen a handsome guy like Patrick before. She had actually refused at first wh
Patrick had just finished rubbing his arms and thighs when his room door flung open. He was without clothes and had thrown his white towel to the couch. The young lady, without warning, stepped into his personal chamber carrying a tray of food in her arms, and he got confused, wondering if she hadn't left before."Oh my goodness!" Exclaimed Loveth, as she hadn't expected to see the young master without clothes. She swallowed and almost lost her grip on the tray of meals in her hands. Remembering his mother had told her that he had a weak stomach, she clutched the tray tighter as she swallowed and immediately stared downwards."I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."Patrick stared at Loveth for a few seconds, confused as he hadn't expected someone to invade his privacy. His blood boiled hot, and he also lost words to respond to her as she stood with the tray he had previously seen with her.Not hearing any response from him, Loveth contemplated whether to drop the tray of the meal around his l
Chapter warning!.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 of her lips. She responded, but it was obvious that she didn't know how to kiss.Loveth kissed Patrick back, licking his lower lip. He smiled and parted his lips from hers, staring at her face as he moved backwards and sat 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 with me. Just a little warmth from you won't hurt, I promise."Loveth couldn't resist Patrick, feeling drawn to him with her center aching like it needed him to plunge into her.Patrick stripped off her maid gown and threw it to the tiled floor, exposing her full bare body to his view. Even in his drunken state, he stared at her breasts that were bigger and larger. He took his time in removing her bra and underwear too."How old are you?" Patrick asked Loveth. Her face looked young, but her bod
Patrick woke up the following morning with a headache. He sat up on his bed and looked around, trying to remember the strange dream he had the night before. "Damn!" he cursed."What happened here?" he asked again. Just then, he heard a knock on his chamber door, pulling him out of his thoughts. As he looked towards the door that had flung open, Jeff Hudson stepped in."Good morning, boss," Jeff greeted Patrick, surprised to see him still sitting on his bed, clutching his head in pain while using his right hand for support.Patrick wanted to slide out of bed, but realized he was stark naked. Jeff immediately looked away, respecting the professionalism of their relationship. Patrick was still his boss."Get out!" Patrick commanded, and Jeff immediately responded, "Yes, boss!" and exited the room, wondering what had gone wrong with his boss.Jeff went to take a call from some private clients who were inquiring about the meeting Patrick had missed the previous night. Meanwhile, Patrick sli
"Patrick, won't you have your breakfast first before leaving for work?" Mrs. Eleanor Anderson asked Patrick, as she stared at her only son and met his eyes, focused on Loveth, which made her smile."Loveth." She called Loveth back, and Loveth turned to meet all their gazes on her. Loveth immediately stared downwards, feeling nervous and remembering she had an illicit affair with the young master of the house the previous night. Patrick wasn't young, though, and Loveth wondered why the other servants kept calling him young master, as they had been working in the Anderson mansion long before her and probably when the handsome dark man was younger."What would you like to have for breakfast, Patrick?" Mrs. Eleanor asked as she turned her gaze back to Patrick. "I'm fine, mother, I have to go now." Patrick leaned forward and kissed his mother on the cheek. Mrs. Eleanor frowned, "Why, son? Come sit with me first and have your breakfast. It's not like you will be fired. Did you still eat the
Patrick stared at Loveth's face, and she attempted to stand up, even as her right foot was bandaged."Ah!." She groaned in pain and he looked away from her and to his mother as he obviously didn't know who had employed her into their mansion."I don't know if she can manage it, but it's fine if she wants to stay. Isabel wouldn't be happy if she found out that I sent Loveth home in this state," his mother said in response, and he stared back at Doctor Timothy Suleiman."Doc, you heard my mother. I don't have a say in women's affairs and I am not the one who employed her either. I have to be on my way now," Patrick spoke as he turned to leave."Son, wait!." His mother called him back and Patrick frowned, knowing exactly what his mother wanted to ask him about. As she wouldn't ask him anything apart from when the marriage date would be fixed."Mom, you worry too much. I will be back and we will discuss this." He quickly exited their crowded living room, walked out, and saw Jeff rushing up
"What did he say?" Willow slowly asked Ava, as she saw Ava shift her gaze away and looked at her computer."I'm sorry, but the boss insisted that you leave or he will send for security to escort you away."Willow bit her lips nervously. She knew Patrick wouldn't accept to see her and she had flown into the country the previous day after realizing that Tony wanted to use her to get to Patrick.Tony and Patrick were best friends before they hung out together, hosted ladies together, but what went wrong between them, Willow had no idea about. She never even expected Tony to have recorded her affair with him. She only traveled out and just wanted a fling with him, a one-night stand with him, a secret affair, but it seemed Tony was a snitch.Willow stared at Ava Adams and had no words to argue with Ava, knowing that the only option she had left was to continually visit Patrick's aged mother so that she could mount pressure on Patrick and make him marry her quickly.Willow regretted taking p
Isabel knew that Patrick had been continually talking about marriage, even though he was engaged to Willow. She had actually seen photos and videos of their engagement online and wondered what had gone wrong between them.Isabel had wanted to ask Patrick about it over the phone, but knowing how troublesome her younger brother was, she decided against it to avoid angering him further.As for Loveth, Isabel had only sent her there to take care of her mother. She was surprised to hear from their mother that Patrick had carried their new maid in his arms when she got injured.Isabel sighed and returned to the kitchen to continue cooking in her home downstairs. She loved cooking for her husband, even though they were rich, they had no maid.Meanwhile, Patrick stared at the magazine covers in his hands for a while and was satisfied with the new designs that Ava Adams had brought to him. He stamped some of them and then walked back to his executive office seat to email Ava the designs he had