CHAPTER 5

Patrick woke up the following morning with a headache, and he sat up on his bed and stared around, trying to remember the hot, stupid dream he had the previous night.

"Fûck!" he cursed out.

"What happened here?" he asked again, and just then, he heard a knock on his chamber door, pulling him out of his rival thoughts, and just as he stared at his door that flung open, Jeff Hudson stepped in.

"Good morning, boss," Jeff greeted and stared at Patrick in surprise, seeing him still sitting on his bed and clutching his head, using his right palm to support his aching head.

Patrick wanted to slide out of his bed and realized he was stark nàked.

Jeff immediately stared away from Patrick, even as he was older than Patrick. Patrick was still his boss.

"Get out!" Patrick commanded, and Jeff immediately responded, "Yes, boss!" and he exited the room, wondering what went wrong with his boss.

Jeff went out to receive the company's call of some private clients calling to find out why the young Anderson missed the meeting with their members the previous night, while Patrick slid out from his bed, trying to imagine the dream he had the previous night. As he remembered a beautiful fair woman in his arms, and they were both making love. But he couldn't remember her face, "but her eyes," Patrick said as he frowned and stared back at his bed, wanting to pull the bed spread away, and he saw the stain.

"Oh, my goodness! What happened here?" Patrick exclaimed, and Jeff, who was still standing behind the door as he previously excused the young master, immediately darted back into the room, ending the call. He stared at his boss in shock, as he saw him fully naked and also the red stain on the bed.

Jeff got confused as well, as he stared at Patrick.

"Get out, and give me some privacy," Patrick spoke through gritted teeth.

"I'm sorry, boss. I heard you scream that's why I came in," Jeff swallowed and immediately exited the room, not really understanding his annoying boss.

Since when Patrick had graduated and resumed his office position as the CEO managing all his father's secret business and public affairs, Patrick had become bitter, and Jeff wondered why the young billionaire would be feeling like that when his parents left him a billion-dollar fortune.

Jeff shook his head as he exited his boss's sitting room, and he walked into the elevator and went down to the ground floor. While he exited the building, going outside to wait at the garage as the time was already past 8 a.m. on a bright Wednesday morning.

"Wasn't it a dream?" Patrick asked himself in his bedroom, as he flung his bed spread away, irritated at seeing the dried, deep red stain on his white bed spread.

Patrick walked to his large, exquisite bathroom to shower, as he believed he might have injured himself and bled the previous night.

He switched on the shower tap and quickly took his bath, as he noticed he was already late. He was the boss, so he wasn't afraid of anything. 

He owned the mega Anderson Hotel and Suites and other fashion and blog magazines. 

Patrick controls his father's oil business and had a lot of personal businesses he sponsored.

He bathed quickly and stepped out from his bathroom as he walked out from his bathroom to his room. 

Patrick stared at the bedspread he had thrown to the tiled floor again and avoided it, trying not to think deeply about the possibility of the stain.

He walked to his wardrobe and brought out a blue suit with a white undershirt, and he dressed up quickly, wearing his shorts and inner singlet first. 

Patrick held his blue trousers and wore them, and just then, he heard a subtle knock on his chamber door again. He knew it was his mother's maids that had arrived to clean up his room, as he woke up late, instead of the usual 7 a.m. he used to wake.

Patrick walked to his mirror, hanging brightly on his right side of his bedroom. He stared at his handsome reflection in the mirror, and just then, an image flashed in his mind, and his heart panicked.

"What was that?" Patrick asked himself, as he shook his head, remembering someone had bumped into his chamber the previous night, when he was unclad and staring at his wall mirror too. 

His grey eyes narrowed at the remembrance, and he walked back to his room door and angrily flung it open to see who the intruder was again. As he still believed all that had happened the previous night was only a dream.

Patrick opened his bedroom door wider in anger, and he saw two slim maids, dark in complexion and dressed in their pink maid gowns, standing in view, and his anger boiled.

"What do you both want here? Can't you wait for me to leave first before you barged into my room? Get out!" Patrick slammed his door hard on them and walked back to his reading table, seeing the tray of food covered there, and his brows furrowed.

"Obviously, it wasn't a dream," Patrick said, as he frowned and placed his hands around his waist, trying to remember who brought the meal the previous night.

"That new maid. My goodness!" Patrick exclaimed and walked back to his bed spread and picked it up. He sniffed it again, detecting her scent and touching the stains.

Patrick's fist tightened as he realized it was no dream.

He threw the bedspread back in the basket of dirty clothes and walked to his study table and opened the plate of meal.

"She had brought it last night, and she dared to peep on me, but how come?"

Patrick shook his head in denial and grabbed his briefcase, holding his blue suit to his arms as he walked out from his chamber.

Patrick stared at the two maids waiting for him to be done, and obviously, it wasn't any of them, as they had flat chests. 

He stared away from them and walked towards the elevator going down to the first floor. He stepped out and walked into the first floor while his mother was already seated in the dining room, smiling at him as someone sat across from her. He heard her discussing with the person.

Patrick kept his briefcase down on a nearby couch and wore his blue suit first to look work-smart, just as he grabbed his briefcase again and stared up, he saw Willow smiling at him, as she was the one sitting with his mother.

"He's here already, ma," Willow said, as she winked at Patrick. 

Patrick's eyes narrowed at her as he clicked his black shoes on the tiled floor and walked slowly to meet his mother sitting at the dining table.

"Good morning, mother," Patrick greeted, as he approached his mother and gave her a warmer hug.

His mother smiled, pulling away from him and said, "My son, your baby is here, and I'm so happy to see her." 

Patrick forced a smile, knowing he kept it a secret from his mother. 

He kept an expressionless face, trying to figure out why Willow appeared all of a sudden in his family home.

Patrick's mother knew how much he loved Willow, and he had never told his mother about their breakup.

"My son, what's wrong? Didn't you eat your dinner last night?"

Patrick's eyes darkened as he heard his mother's question. Just then, he saw the familiar-looking maid step out from the kitchen, holding another tray, and she looked like the sunshine in her pink maid uniform. A simple pink dress with her white apron tied to her front.

Loveth was previously in the kitchen preparing her madam's tea with Aria Jameson. 

Aria had been working in the Anderson's home since 10 years, and she was 28 years old now.

Loveth prepared the tea and carried it out to serve her madam the herbal tea made in a teacup, and she hadn't expected her madam's son to be out, and standing beside his mother in the long golden dining table.

Loveth's hold on the tray tightened, as that was the last medicinal tea left, and she didn't want to lose her grip on it.

She walked slowly to the dining table and felt all eyes on her.

Willow stared at Patrick's face, seeing him staring at the maid. She was shocked to see a beautiful young lady like her in the mansion.

The maid approached the dining table and greeted them, "Good morning, ma, good morning, sir." She blushed nervously, and Willow shifted her gaze away to stare at Patrick again.

Patrick kept an expressionless face, and Willow knew he was angry with her, because she hadn't thought Tony would record her escapades with him and send it to Patrick.

Willow wanted to sleep with Tony after he had sent an image of his huge rod to her W******p chat. But she still loved Patrick very much.

She hadn't thought her secret affair and the reason for her traveling without informing Patrick would leak. As she knew he loved her very much, but Tony made it seem like she purposely dumped Patrick and chose him over Patrick.