CHAPTER 2

Patrick turned and stared at the entrance door as it pushed open, and at the pretty maid that stepped in. He felt sluggish, like he was weightless, staring at the pretty yellow face.

He felt drawn to walk up to her and seize her as she walked into his sitting room with her cute, round, chubby face meeting his cold gaze, as she carried a tray of his evening meal in her hands, probably sent by his mother to deliver his dinner.

Patrick clutched tighter to the third alcoholic wine bottle he was gulping and slowly removed the wine bottle away from his sinful lips as she stopped in front of him and flashed him the most beautiful smile he had ever seen.

"Sorry to bother you, sir, but mother said I should deliver this meal to you. Where can I keep it?" she asked him. He dropped the wine bottle on the bar top and stood up sluggishly to meet her, and her black shining eyes immediately stared away from him and to the trays in her hands as he staggered towards her and sniffed her like a dog. She froze at his sudden behavior.

Loveth had never seen a handsome guy like Patrick before, and she had actually refused at first when her mother had spoken to her about moving into the Anderson's home to serve elderly Mrs. Eleanor Anderson. It was only after much pleading from her mother and two younger sisters, (Janet and Juliet,) that she finally accepted and moved into the mansion.

Seeing the handsome dark-sknned man dressed in a red shirt and black trousers approach her, she felt her blood pressure rising, and her hold on the tray tightened when he sniffed her like a dog. "Do I smell bad?" Loveth wondered as her cute smile immediately faded.

Patrick ignored her and sauntered to his bedroom, and Loveth stood speechless, not knowing what to do.

Mrs. Eleanor Anderson had told her that her son had a weak stomach from birth and she should ensure that he fed well, as she had given birth to him at a much older age. 

Loveth's grip on the tray containing a plate of jollof rice, fried turkey laps, and some freshly cooked pepper soup— with scented leaves tightened as she hesitated on where to drop the tray.

Standing there for a while and not seeing the young master of the house step out from the door he had entered, as she didn't even know which room he was in. She wasn't the maid responsible for tidying up his rooms, being only her second day and second night working with them, she breathed out heavily and stared around his sitting room for a while.

From the purple-colored seven couches placed around in different locations to his standing shelves containing some books that she felt drawn to check out, even though she couldn't read properly, to the walls of his living room painted in white color. 

Loveth realized the Andersons loved the color white so much, as every corner of the three-story building mansion was painted in white, including the exterior views.

She sighed and walked to the bar to drop Patrick's dinner there, as she didn't know what to do next.

 She hesitated for a while to approach the door he had entered and to knock on it, shaking her head and stepping backward. She walked to the sitting room door, entering the elevator and going down to the ground floor.

Loveth saw Mrs. Eleanor retiring back to her room, as her husband wasn't around and had traveled for some medical treatment, as she had heard. 

Mrs. Eleanor smiled at Loveth and waved for her to come closer.

"Come!" she said, like a whisper, and Loveth sauntered to meet her.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Has my son eaten his dinner you sent to him? Did he like the meal?" Mrs. Eleanor questioned in a series of questions, and Loveth swallowed and stared downwards as she shook her head.

"No, mother. Master didn't respond to me and left me and went back into one of the rooms."

Mrs. Eleanor frowned, and Loveth felt sorry for her as she met her gaze.

Mrs. Eleanor didn't say anything next, as she knew her son was stubborn and wouldn't eat his dinner. She continued her slow walking to her chambers, while Loveth stood, not comfortable with Mrs. Eleanor's sad look. She immediately rushed up to her.

"Ma, should I...?"

Mrs. Eleanor stopped and stared back at Loveth.

"What is it?" she asked slowly, trying not to be harsh.

"Should I go and check on Master again, to know if he has eaten his dinner?"

Mrs. Eleanor nodded, and Loveth, being the happy lady she was, immediately darted away and rushed back to the elevator, going up to Master Patrick's chamber on the fourth floor.

*****

Patrick Anderson had just stepped out from his bathroom, not even wrapping his white towel around his waist, as he loved stepping out from his bathroom náked, since he was alone in his room.

Patrick remembered the look of his mother's new maid and shook his head in rejection as he dried his wet body.

He loved to gym, and his body was a hot, striking body to behold.

He remembered the videos of his bitchy girlfriend, Willow Albert, in the arms of his rival, Tony Miles, and his brows furrowed.

Willow thought Patrick was stupid and didn't have enough information, and she agreed and traveled out with Tony Miles to New York City to have fun and also wild bangs.

Patrick's hold on his towel tightened as Tony knew he loved Willow so much and intended to marry her.

Tony was a 29-year-old bastard and CEO of Miles Corporation, and he was always in competition with Patrick, copying everything Patrick's hotel did, monitoring his businesses, and even wanting to extract some personal information about Patrick's top sponsors from his mobile app through his girlfriend, Willow.

Willow was a 24-year-old, hot brunette beauty with melanin-popping skin, as she was slim-figured with a simple, sèxy shape, having small-sized breasts like oranges. 

Patrick breathed out in anger, remembering he had a business meeting with some private sponsors by 10 p.m., and staring at his magnificent room wall clock, he saw the time was 9:15 p.m. sharp.

Patrick dried his short brown hair, roughing it as he squeezed it to dry it properly with his towel and stop the water from dripping down his body.

He walked to his mirror on the right side of his room, painted in white color with a golden color chandelier hanging brightly on the ceiling. The milk-colored curtains hung on the wall, and he stared at his handsome dark unclad reflection in the mirror as his chandelier displayed full bright lights, and he frowned at his reflection.

Patrick was handsome, hot-blooded, and yet Willow chose to cheat on him with a yellow rod, Tony.

Patrick looked at his member size and shook his head in irritation, as a lot of ladies gawked at him and pleasured him in the hotel, but he chose Willow as she was hot and charming, a brown skinned model.

Patrick had thought Willow was innocent, as she got that innocent, poor girl looks on her deceitful face, but banging her and realizing she was no virgin but a wild woman in bed. 

Patrick still loved Willow's craziness and how she overpowered him in bed.

He was no saint, but the night and office romance with Willow was incredibly fun, as he also owned a celebrity cover magazine that shot and displayed past events hosted in his hotel.

As Patrick continued to stare at his handsome, unclad reflection in the mirror, the one that Willow had dumped for his rival, who was also huge and taller. As Tony Miles was two years older than him.

Just then, Patrick heard the sound of the elevator leading into his chamber ding open, and he was sure that the new maid his mother had introduced had left before.

Patrick thought it was another maid that came in to pick up something, and he was sure they wouldn't even dare to come near his room.

He threw his towel to the blue chair in his room and neared the drawer, taking out his cream to cream his hard body.

Patrick was a little drunk, and having remembered his hot nights with Willow, he felt his member harden at the thought of it, and he groaned and applied the cream to his palms to rub it.

Loveth stepped into the wide living room belonging to the younger house master, as other maids called him, and she stared around his sitting room.

She didn't see Patrick around and knew he would still be in the room he had stepped into. 

Loveth remembered his mother had said he had a weak stomach, and she walked to his bar and carried up his tray of food that was almost getting cold, approaching his room door.

The room door wasn't locked, and holding the trays in both her hands, Loveth wasn't able to knock, so she used her left leg and pushed his room door open, walking into the space.