CHAPTER 5 - MORNING FEELING

Patrick woke up the following morning with a headache. Sitting up in bed, he glanced around, trying to remember the hot, ridiculous dream he had the night before.

“Fuck!” Patrick cursed. “What happened here?” Just then, he heard a knock on his chamber door, pulling him out of his muddled thoughts. As he looked toward the door that flung open, Jeff Hudson stepped in.

“Good morning, boss,” Jeff greeted, staring at Patrick in surprise upon seeing him still sitting on his bed, clutching his head with his right palm for support.

Patrick wanted to slide out of bed but realized he was stark naked. Jeff immediately looked away, despite being older than Patrick. After all, Patrick was still his boss.

“Get out!” Patrick commanded.

“Yes, boss!” Jeff replied immediately, exiting the room, confused about what was wrong with his boss. He headed outside to take a call from some private clients inquiring about why young Anderson had missed a meeting the previous night.

Meanwhile, Patrick slid out of bed, trying to recall the dream from the previous night. He remembered a beautiful woman in his arms, and they were making love, but he couldn’t remember her face.

“But her eyes…” Patrick frowned, staring back at his bed, wanting to pull the bedspread away to see the stains.

“Oh my! What happened here?” he exclaimed. Jeff, who was still standing behind the door after excusing himself, immediately darted back into the room, ending his call. He stared at his boss in shock, noticing not only that Patrick was fully naked but also the stains on the bed.

Jeff was confused as he looked at Patrick. 

“Get out and give me some privacy!” Patrick snapped. 

“I’m sorry, boss. I heard you scream.” Jeff swallowed and quickly exited, not quite understanding his boss's irritation.

Since Patrick had graduated and taken on his role as CEO, managing all his father's secret businesses and public affairs, Patrick had become increasingly bitter. Jeff couldn’t understand why the young billionaire would be feeling this way when his parents had left him an immense fortune.

Shaking his head, Jeff exited Patrick’s sitting room and walked to the elevator, heading down to the ground floor to wait in the garage. It was past 8 AM on a bright Wednesday morning.

“Wasn’t it a dream?” Patrick asked himself as he flung the bedspread away, irritated by the deep red stains on his white bedding.

He walked to his large, exquisite bathroom to shower, believing he might have injured himself and bled the previous night.

Switching on the shower tap, Patrick quickly took his bath, noting that he was already late. As the boss, he wasn’t worried about it; he owned the mega Anderson Hotel and Suites, as well as several fashion magazines and blogs. He was also in charge of his father's oil business and had numerous personal ventures.

Bathing quickly, Patrick stepped out of the bathroom and walked to his room. He glanced at the bedspread he had thrown on the tiled floor again but avoided it, not wanting to dwell on the possibility of those stains. 

Patrick walked to his wardrobe and pulled out a blue suit with a white inner shirt. He dressed rapidly, first pulling on his shorts and tank top, then slipping into his blue trousers. Just then, he heard a gentle knock on his chamber door again, knowing it was the maids arriving to clean his room since he had woken up late instead of his usual 7 AM.

Walking to the large wall mirror hanging brightly on his right side, Patrick stared at his handsome reflection. An image flashed in his mind, and his heart raced.

“What was that?” Patrick asked himself, shaking his head as he remembered someone had entered his chamber the previous night when he was unclothed and gazing at the mirror. His eyes narrowed at the memory, and he marched back to his door and angrily flung it open, wanting to see who the intruder was. 

Patrick still believed that everything that had happened the previous night was just a dream.

He opened the door wide in anger and found two slim maids, dark in complexion and wearing their pink uniforms, standing before him. His anger boiled.

“What do you want here? Can’t you wait for me to leave before barging into my room? Get out!” Patrick slammed the door hard on them and walked back to his reading table. He noticed a tray of food sitting there, covered, and his brows furrowed.

“Obviously, it wasn’t a dream,” Patrick muttered as he frowned, placing his hands on his hips. He tried to recall who had brought him the meal the previous night.

“That new maid. My goodness!” he exclaimed, walking back to the bedspread and throwing it to the floor. He picked it up and sniffed it again, touching the stains.

Patrick fist tightened as reality sank in: it was no dream. He tossed the bedspread back onto the bed and walked over to his study table, opening the plate of food.

“She brought it last night, and she dared to peek in on me. But how could that be?” 

Patrick shook his head in denial, grabbed his briefcase, and held his blue suit in his right arm as he exited his chamber. 

He saw the two maids still waiting for him to finish and obviously realized neither of them had stepped in during his encounter. They both had flat chests. Avoiding their gazes, he walked toward the elevator to go downstairs.

Emerging on the first floor, Patrick spotted his mother already seated in the dining room, smiling at someone across from her. He heard her discussing something with the person seated there.

Setting his briefcase down on a nearby couch, Patrick quickly dropped his blue coat beside it. He looked up and saw Willow Albert smiling at him, and sitting with his mother.

“Patrick is here already, ma,” Willow said, winking at him. 

Patrick's eyes narrowed at Willow as he walked slowly toward the dining table where his mother was seated.

“Good morning, Mother,” Patrick greeted, approaching her, and giving her a warm hug. His mother pulled away, smiling at him.

“My son, your baby is here, and I’m so happy to see her,” his mother exclaimed. However, Patrick kept an expressionless face, trying to figure out why Willow had suddenly appeared in his home.

His mother knew how much he loved Willow, and he hadn’t told her about their breakup.

“Son, what’s wrong? Didn’t you eat your dinner last night?” his mother inquired.

Patrick’s eyes darkened at his mother’s question. Just then, he saw the familiar-looking maid step out of the kitchen, holding another tray. She radiated warmth in her pink maid uniform, a simple dress with a white apron tied in front.

Loveth had been in the kitchen preparing her madam's tea with Aria Jameson, who had worked in the Anderson home for ten years and was now 28 years old. 

Loveth prepared the herbal tea and carried it out to serve her madam, not expecting to see her madam's son standing beside her in the long dining room. 

Likewise, Loveth's grip on the tray tightened; this was the last medicinal tea left, and she didn’t want to drop it. Walking slowly into the dining area, she felt all eyes on her.

Willow stared at Patrick and noticed he was also looking at the beautiful young lady in their home, whom equally shocked her.

As Loveth approached the dining table, she greeted them, “Good morning, ma, good morning.” She blushed nervously while Willow shifted her gaze to Patrick.

Patrick maintained his expressionless face, and Willow knew she was likely to be blamed for his current turmoil. He was still angry with her for considering Tony who sent videos of their escapades.

Willow had truly wanted to confront Tony after he sent her an image of his phallus via her W******p inbox. However, she still loved Patrick very much. She hadn’t anticipated her secret affair with Tony would be exposed, and the thoughtlessly traveled without informing Patrick, hoping to keep Patrick in the dark.

However, Tony Miles exposed their secret and made it seem like Willow dumped Patrick and choose to be with him.