The Unfilial Boss Woman

Patrick stood up from his executive office seat as he was through for the day's work. At 8pm sharp his personal assistant, Jeff Hudson, knocked and stepped into his ash-grey colored executive office to see him.

"Good evening, boss. Are you leaving for home now?" Jeff asked.

Patrick, dressed in a red shirt and black 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 it, 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 from his office desk.

With a single final glance, Patrick walked out of his office, going home and leaving Jeff Hudson speechless.

Patrick owned a vast range of secret businesses he did in the state, and his mind was preoccupied with a lot of thoughts, ranging from his parents disturbing him to bring home a wife, down to the list of competitors he had, wanting to take him down and away from the business world.

Patrick had kept a series of multiple identities hidden, and none knew who the real Patrick Anderson was, as he kept his business strategies coded.

Patrick breathed out a cold breath as he entered the elevator on the 8th floor that 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 black Prado jeep made available to take him home.

Patrick stared back to Jeff rushing to join him in his Prado Jeep, but he didn't wait.

He entered and sat in the back seat of his Prado Jeep, while Jeff approached and slid into the front driving seat as his bodyguards shut the back door closed.

Jeff ignited the Jeep engine and drove out, driving him home to the Andersons' residence and not wanting to anger him.

Jeff arrived and drove into the mansion premises and parked. Patrick stepped down and walked straight towards their mansion frontage.

Patrick was angered, and his blood constantly boiled hot 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 white couch in the living room. He threw his briefcase on the couch, took off his black coat, and hung it on his shoulder.

Patrick then picked up his briefcase and walked straight towards the elevator, wanting to go up to his mega rooms.

Just then, Patrick's mother, Mrs. Eleanor Anderson, a 70-year-old woman, stepped out from her room below as she suffered kneecap pain, and she stared at Loveth still mopping the tiled floor irritably. She frowned and saw Patrick, wanting to enter the elevator that the door dinged open.

"Son..." Her voice trailed as she called him back.

Patrick paused and stared at his mother angrily, already knowing there was nothing else that she and his father expected of him other than giving them an heir.

Patrick had four older sisters, and they were all married, as his aged mother birthed him lastly after 10 years of his immediate elder sister's birth.

Patrick clutched tighter to his briefcase as he frowned and walked back to meet his mother. She smiled at him as he approached her and gave her a warm hug.

"Good evening, mother," Patrick's greeting rolled out from his lips like a whisper, and his mother smiled at him and replied, "Welcome, son. How was your day today in the office?"

"Fine, mother." Patrick sat with his mother on the executive couch, and she asked him, "Son, when will you finally marry? You know your father and I ain't getting any younger, or don't you want us to see the next heir of Anderson corporation?"

Patrick swallowed as he felt his forehead sweaty at his mother's question.

"Son..." Mrs. Eleanor called to Patrick's attention again, and he replied, "Mom, you don't 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, and he stood up to leave, but she asked him.

"Son, how about your fiancèe Willow Albert? Why not make an arrangement to go 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 met eye contact with their new maid, Loveth, and she smiled at him and blushed as she continued mopping the tiled floor happily.

Patrick's dark grey eyes scanned her waist in her pink maid uniform, and she looked so beautiful, making him wonder who had purposely employed her to work in their mansion.

Patrick loosened his necktie away from his neck as he rolled it out in his palms and shifted his gaze back to his mother.

"Mom, Willow traveled out without informing me about it. And like that's not enough, she has refused to give me a proper explanation of leaving me and our relationship." Patrick forged that, as he couldn't tell his mother the truth related to why he broke up with Willow.

The cheap slut that was 24hrs horny and fell for any available rod that wanted to thrust into her secret cave.

"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 cold laughter, he replied, "I am 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, and 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 West Wood, and her mother is one of the charitable women contributing to building the economy."

Patrick paused and stared back to Loveth that was now through mopping the tiled floor, and she bowed her head lowered and respectable to him as she felt his cold piercing gaze on her.

"How do you see her, my son? Your eldest sister Isabel Owen recommended Loveth's services to us, and she's like a daughter to me and helps me a lot, as am already old and cannot work much."

"Come, Loveth," Mrs. Eleanor stopped talking and stared at Loveth as she signaled to her to come.

"Loveth, meet my son, Master Patrick Anderson, sole heir to Anderson corporation."

Loveth walked forward to Patrick's view, and she bowed her head lowered to him again.

"It is a honor to meet you, sir," she spoke, but Patrick stood speechless as he sank into deep thinking.

Was these some sort of temptation or set up by his mother?

Her eyes so shining black like a pussycat. Her nose very sharp pointed, her lips naturally pink without lip gloss, and her long natural blonde hair packed into a ponytail.

Her skin looked so flawless, like milk and honey mixed together, and Patrick saw, he took time assessing her beauty until his mother's words finally snapped him out from his assessment.

"My son, I see you like Loveth. She's also a very good cook, and I cannot help but feel younger, and love her the more."

"Hmm..." Patrick's eyes finally narrowed at Loveth. He replied to his mother, "Fine, mother. Good to see she's taking good care of you. I have to go up now, as I have some important online business meeting to catch-up with by 10pm, and I need to be ready for it."

Without his mother's response, Patrick turned and walked away from them, walking back to the elevator, and he entered and went up to the fourth floor.

"Damn it!" Patrick cursed, as he stepped out of the elevator and into his sitting room on the fourth floor, and the two maids there quickly greeted him, "Good evening, boss, welcome home."

"Shut up, and get out!" Patrick yelled, and without warning the two maids immediately ran out and left the fourth floor sitting room, as Patrick used the fourth floor alone to himself, and the third and second floor 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. He walked up to his bar in his sitting room to take out an alcoholic wine.

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, and he chugged down the wine content directly from the bottle, finishing it in a go.

Patrick staggered, feeling the wine effect on him, and he sat back on the black stool closer to the bar top and popped opened another wine bottle.

"I hate you, Willow!" Patrick cursed, and just then he heard his sitting room door slide opened.