Chapter 2

Patrick turned and stared at the sitting room entrance door that slid open. And to the pretty yellow maid that stepped into his sitting room, he felt sluggish, as if he was weightless, staring at her pretty yellow face.

He felt drawn to walk up to her and seize her as she walked into his sitting room, carrying a tray of his dinner with both hands. Her cute, round, chubby face met his cold, piercing gaze.

Patrick thought his mother had probably sent Loveth to deliver his dinner to him. He clutched tightly to the third alcoholic wine bottle in his hand that he was gulping, and he removed the wine bottle slowly away from his sinful lips as Loveth 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?" Loveth asked him.

Patrick dropped the wine bottle on the bar top and stood up sluggishly, staggering to meet her. Her black, shining eyes immediately stared away from him and to the trays in her hands as Patrick staggered towards her and stopped in front of her.

Patrick sniffed Loveth like a dog, and she froze at his sudden behavior. "Does she smell bad?" Loveth wondered, as her hold on the tray tightened.

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

Seeing the dark, handsome young man dressed in an expensive red-colored shirt and black plain trousers approach her, Loveth felt her blood pressure rising. But when he stopped in front of her and sniffed her like a dog, her hold on the tray tightened.

"Does she smell bad?" Loveth wondered as her cute smile immediately faded away from her face.

Patrick ignored Loveth and sauntered back into his inner chamber.

She stood speechless in the sitting room, not knowing what to do. As Mrs. Eleanor Anderson had told her that her son had a weak stomach from birth, and she should ensure that he ate well, as she had given birth to Patrick at a much older age.

Loveth gripped tightly on the tray containing a plate of jollof rice with fried turkey laps and some freshly cooked pepper-soup garnished with scented leaves, as she hesitated on where to place the tray.

She stood speechless in the sitting room for a while, staring around and not seeing the young master of the house stepping out from the door he had entered. She didn't know which room he had gone into, as she wasn't the maid responsible for tidying up his rooms.

It was just her second day and second night working with them, as she hadn't seen him the previous day she resumed, because he had left early for work.

Loveth breathed out heavily and stared around his wide 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. The walls of his sitting room were painted in off-white color, and she realized that the Anderson family loved the color white so much, as every corner of the four-story building mansion was painted in white, from the interior view to the exterior views.

Loveth sighed and walked towards the bar top to drop the dinner there, as she didn't know what to do next. She hesitated for a while to approach the door that Patrick had entered and knock on it, but she shook her head and stepped backwards, walking away to the elevator.

She entered the elevator and immediately went down to the last floor to meet his mother.

Loveth saw Mrs. Eleanor Anderson retiring back to her rooms below, as the elderly woman's husband wasn't around. He had traveled out for some medical treatment, as Loveth had heard. Mrs. Eleanor rather smiled at her and waved for Loveth to come closer.

"Come," Mrs. Eleanor said in a whisper.

Loveth sauntered closer to meet her.

"Yes, ma'am," Loveth nervously said.

"Has my son eaten his dinner you sent to him? Did Patrick like the meal?" Mrs. Eleanor asked in a series of questions, but Loveth gulped and immediately stared downwards as she shook her head and replied, "No, mother. Master didn't respond to me, and he left as he went back into one of the rooms."

"Hmm," Mrs. Eleanor frowned.

Loveth felt sorry for her as she met the elderly woman's cold gaze.

Mrs. Eleanor didn't say anything more, as she knew her only son was stubborn and very cold, and he wouldn't eat his dinner. So she walked away slowly towards her chamber door.

Loveth stood speechless, not comfortable with the sad look on Mrs. Eleanor's face. She immediately rushed up to meet her.

"Ma, should I...?" Loveth asked.

"Yes, what is it?" Mrs. Eleanor stopped and stared back at Loveth irritably, trying not to be harsh.

"Ma, should I go and check on Master again, to know if he has started eating his dinner?" Loveth asked the elderly woman.

"Okay," Mrs. Eleanor answered, and Loveth ran back to the elevator, being the happy lady that she is.

Loveth immediately darted into the elevator and went back up to the fourth floor, where Master Patrick's bedroom is.

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Patrick had just finished taking his bath and stepped out from his bathroom náked, not wrapping his white towel around his waist, as he loved stepping out bare from his bathroom, since he was the only one using his room.

Patrick remembered the looks of his mother's new maid, Loveth Logan. He shook his head in rejection to wave off any silly new thoughts that had formed in his mind as he dried up his wet, toned body.

Patrick loved to gym, and his biceps and whole masculine body were a hot, striking sight to behold. He remembered the videos of his fiancée, 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 had agreed and traveled out with Tony Miles to New York City to have fun with him and engage in wild bangs.

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

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

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

Patrick breathed out in anger, remembering that he had a business meeting to attend with some of his private sponsors by 10 pm. He stared at his magnificent wall clock and saw it was already 9:15 pm sharp.

Patrick sighed and dried his short brown hair with his white towel, squeezing it tightly to stop the water from dripping down his bare, masculine body.

He walked towards his wide, full-view wall mirror by the right side of his bedroom to examine his looks. His bedroom was painted in off-white color, and a golden chandelier hung brightly above.

Patrick stared at his handsome, dark-skinned reflection in the mirror again, frowning as he saw the body that Willow had chosen to cheat on him with a yellow rod, Tony.

Patrick stared at his member size, knowing he was huge, yet Willow wasn't satisfied. He shook his head in annoyance, as a lot of ladies wanted to be with him, gawking at him in his hotel, but he had ignored them and chosen Willow.

Willow was hot and a charming brown beauty. He had thought she was innocent, with that innocent, poor girl looks on her deceitful face, but banging her once made him realize she was no virgin but a wild bitch in bed.

Patrick still loved Willow's craziness and how she overpowered him in bed. He was no saint either, and their night and office romance had been incredibly fun, as he also owned a celebrity cover magazine that shot and displayed past events hosted in his hotel.

Patrick continued staring at his handsome, dark reflection in the mirror, the one Willow had dumped for his rival, Tony Miles, who was also huge and taller, two years older than Patrick.

Just then, Patrick heard the sound of the elevator that led into his sitting room door ding open. He was sure the new maid his mother had introduced to him earlier had left before.

Patrick assumed it was probably another maid who had come up to pick something she had forgotten. He was sure the maid wouldn't dare to approach his bedroom door.

Likewise, Patrick tossed his white towel away to the executive blue chair in his bedroom. He neared his bed drawer and took out his body cream to rub it. He was hard, having thought about his hot nights' romance with Willow before. He groaned out a little in pain as he applied the cream to his palms and rubbed it on his dark, cool skin, trying not to think about Willow again.

Loveth stepped into the wide sitting room that belonged to the younger master, as the other maids called Patrick. She stared around his wide sitting room for a while, not seeing Patrick anywhere. She knew he would still be in the room door he had entered.

She remembered that his mother had told her he had a weak stomach and she should ensure he ate well. She then walked towards his bar top, carried his tray of food that was almost getting cold, and took it, approaching his bedroom door.

As the room door wasn't locked from within and slightly opened, with her carrying the tray of meal in both hands, Loveth wasn't able to knock, so she used her right leg and pushed his bedroom door widely open, walking in.