The Unfilial Boss Woman

Patrick Anderson stood up from his office seat as he was through for the day's work.

At 8 pm sharp, his personal assistant, Jeff Hudson, knocked and stepped into his executive office, painted in ash-grey, 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. He didn't respond as he stepped out of his office seat and picked up his black coat hanging on his office chair.

Patrick wore his coat 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 final glance around his office, Patrick walked out of his office on the 8th floor of his ten-story luxurious hotel, going home and leaving Jeff Hudson speechless.

Patrick owned several secret businesses he conducted in the state, and his mind was preoccupied with many thoughts, ranging from his parents disturbing him about bringing 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.

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

Patrick stared back at Jeff, who was rushing to join him in his Prado Jeep. But he didn't wait as he entered and sat in the back seat, while Jeff approached and slid into the front driving seat, as the bodyguards shut the back door.

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

Jeff arrived, and drove into the mansion premises and parked, while Patrick stepped down from the car 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.

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, not responding as he walked straight towards the milk-colored couch in the living room.

Patrick threw his briefcase on the couch, taking off his black coat and hanging it on his shoulder. He picked up his briefcase and walked straight towards the elevator, wanting to go up to his room on the top floor.

Just then, Patrick's mother, Mrs. Eleanor Anderson, a 70-year-old woman, stepped out from her room below as she suffered kneecap pain. 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..." Mrs. Eleanor's voice trailed as she called Patrick 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 as he approached her and gave her a warm hug.

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

"Fine, mother." Patrick sat with his mother on the couch, and she asked him, "Patrick, when will you marry? You know your father and I aren'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.

"My son..." Mrs. Eleanor called to Patrick's attention again.

Patrick scowled and replied, "Mom, you don't worry about your death yet, okay. I will think about a bride, probably this week or next."

"Okay, my son." Mrs. Eleanor smiled, and Patrick stood up to leave, but she asked him.

"Patrick, how about your girlfriend, Willow Albert? Why not make an arrangement to marry her at once, or what's the matter?"

Patrick breathed out as he felt his forehead perspiring at his mother's question. He stared away and met eye contact with their new maid, Loveth Logan.

Loveth smiled and blushed, as she continued mopping the tiled floor happily.

Patrick's dark-grey eyes scanned Loveth's waist in her pink maid uniform.  She looked so beautiful, making him wonder who had purposely employed her to work in the 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 off course 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, I spoke to Willow yesterday, and she told me you both are fine and still together."

"Mm," Patrick stiffened and stared back at his mother unbelievably.

Forcing a fake smile and menacing laughter, Patrick replied, "I'm 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, my son." Mrs. Eleanor smiled, and Patrick turned to leave and return back to his room on the fourth floor, but her voice stopped him again.

"My 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 at Loveth that was now through mopping the tiled floor.

Loveth bowed her head lowered and respectable to Patrick; as she felt his cold, piercing gaze on her.

"How do you see her? Your eldest sister, Isabel Owen, recommended her services to us, and she's like a daughter to me and helps me a lot, as I'm 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.

"It is an honor to meet you, sir," Loveth said, but Patrick stood speechless as he sank into deep thinking.

'Was this some sort of temptation or set up by my mother?'

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

Her skin looked so flawless, like milk and honey mixed together.

Patrick saw, he took time assessing Loveth's 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 shifted his gaze to his mother and replied, "Fine, Mother. Good to see she's taking good care of you. I have to go upstairs now, as I have some important online business meeting to catch up with by 10 pm, 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. He entered and went up to the fourth floor.

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

"Shut up, and get out!" Patrick thundered, and without warning, the two maids immediately ran out. They left the fourth-floor sitting room, as Patrick used the fourth floor alone to himself. The third and second floors 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. 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 than the thought of him ending up marrying a loose woman.

Patrick took out the alcoholic wine bottle and opened it in his hand. He chugged down the wine content directly from the bottle's mouth, finishing it in a go.

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

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