1• Drunken night

Staring at images and recordings of his fiancee cheating on him with Tony Miles, his competition. Patrick Anderson turned off his computer and stood up from his executive office chair. It was already 8 p.m., and he was on his way home to see his family.

 Patrick stepped out of his office chair as he heard a knock on the door, and his personal office assistant, Jeff Hudson, came in. 

"Good evening, Boss. Are you going home now?"

 Patrick glanced at Jeff without reacting as he fixed his necktie and wore his black coat, which was neatly stored on another office chair. He snatched his briefcase from his office desk and strode out of the executive office of his luxury hotel, leaving Jeff Hudson dumbfounded. 

Patrick entered the elevator on the eighth floor of his 10-story multimillion-dollar hotel in the state, which carried him to the first floor. He strolled out of his hotel and made his way to his Prado Jeep, which was waiting for him on the hotel grounds. 

With the bodyguards stepping aside and guarding, Patrick proceeded ahead to his Jeep, where they opened the door and he sat in the back seat. 

Rushing out of the hotel, Jeff Hudson sped up to meet up with Patrick in the vehicle, as he was the driver. Jeff got into the driver's seat of the Prado Jeep, started the motor quickly after buckling his seatbelt, and drove home to Anderson's house. 

Patrick rested in the back seat while Jeff drove the vehicle home. Patrick understood that all his parents wanted from him was to settle down. He controlled the Mega Anderson's hotel and other top enterprises in their state, but he was also aware that he had many opponents and competitors. 

He had also kept his identity a secret for a while until he fell in love with Willow Albert, a top-tier, intimidating model in their state. 

Patrick, enraged as his blood boiled, watched Jeff drive into their estate gate and arrive at the front gate of their mansion. The security guards opened the massive black gate, and Jeff drove inside the home and parked. 

Patrick got out of the SUV and approached the stately facade. The home has four stories and a built-in elevator. Patrick reached the front door, rang the bell, and a fresh maid pulled it open. He ignored the maid as he entered the living room; but, after shutting the door, she turned to face him and greeted him, "Good evening, sir. Welcome home."

Patrick froze when he heard her beautiful voice. He was furious after discovering his fiancee cheating on him with a rival. He turned to face the maid after dumping his suitcase on the couch to remove his black coat. 

Patrick's eyes squinted as he failed to recognize the maid. He believed she had recently started work, so he disregarded her greeting as he removed his coat and draped it on his shoulder to cool off. He grabbed his briefcase and walked to the elevator to reach his chamber on the fourth floor. 

However, at that moment his mother, the elderly Mrs. Eleanor Anderson, went out of her room below and noticed Loveth still cleaning the tiled floor at the late hour. 

She grimaced and looked away. When she noticed her son attempting to enter the elevator, the door dinged open. 

"Patrick," Mrs. Eleanor said. Patrick paused as he heard his mother call him. He turned and headed back to meet her, a 70-year-old woman. She gave birth to him last, ten years after his immediate elder sister was born. 

Patrick has four older sisters. He came back to meet his mother and said, "Good evening, Mom." 

"Hello, Patrick. How was the office work today?" Patrick said, "Fine, mother," and proceeded with his mother to the couch, knowing what she had to say to him. 

"That is fine, son." Mrs. Eleanor smiled at Patrick and added, "You know, I wanted to speak with you about something." He sighed and looked aside, but his gaze returned to the new maid, who was busily washing the dining room floor. 

When their eyes met, the maid grinned and blushed, and she finished wiping the dining table gladly. 

"Mom, what do you want to talk with me? I am tired for tonight," Patrick replied, sighing and loosening his necktie.

 "I understand, Patrick. But when will you finally agree to marry and give your father and me grandchildren? You can tell we are not growing any younger, or do you want to see the next heir to Anderson's corporation?"

 Patrick sighed and returned his gaze to his mother, shaking his head. "Mom, you do not need to worry about your death, as you not dying anytime soon."

 "I understand, Patrick. However, you never know when either I or your father will die. Tell me, Son. What about your fiancée, Willow Albert? Why not make arrangements to have your marriage recorded with her at the Bureau of Marriage Affairs, and then marry her? What is stopping you from visiting her family?"

 "Mom," Patrick scowled, realizing he was the one who had engaged Willow and introduced her to his mother. 

"Willow is not around, as she traveled out without informing me about it, and she will not be back soon," Patrick said.

 "But I spoke to Willow yesterday, and she told me she is around and will come to see me tomorrow."

 "What?" Patrick stared at his mother, shocked. Not wanting to tell his mother the truth about Willow cheating on him, he laughed and said, "I am weary right now, Mom. And I will marry, because that is what you want." 

"Okay, Patrick," Mrs. Eleanor smiled with relief as she watched her only son stand up from the milk couch and stroll back to the elevator while holding his briefcase. 

When Mrs. Eleanor saw Loveth, she immediately summoned Patrick back, "Son!" Wait! Have you met Loveth Logan? She is the new maid from Westwood, and your eldest sister, Isabel Owen, suggested her to us." 

Patrick halted again, looking back at his mother. Loveth finished washing the dining table and lowered her head as she felt Patrick's chilly glare on her. 

"Come, Loveth." Mrs. Eleanor, staring at Loveth, signaled for her to approach. 

Loveth moved away from the dining room and approached the mother and the man. She paused in front of Patrick, standing next to his mother, her head lowered low. 

"Dear Loveth, please meet my only son, Master Patrick Anderson." Mrs. Eleanor introduced Loveth to Patrick. "He's the Anderson Corporations' sole heir."

"It is an honor to meet you, sir." Loveth spoke, but Patrick squinted his eyes since he did not like the tone of Loveth's voice. He looked at her physique in her pink maid uniform; her face appeared young, but she had larger boobs and curves for a good shape as a maid. 

Patrick became lost while watching Loveth. He met her eyes, which were both black and bright. Patrick wondered if this was a prank or a set-up by his mother. Her eyes are brilliantly dark. Her nose is extremely pointed, and her lips are naturally pink without lip gloss. 

Her beautiful blonde hair is carefully pulled into a ponytail. Her skin appears beautiful, like milk and honey blended. 

Patrick took his time appraising Loveth's attractiveness, unaware that his mother's remarks eventually startle him out of it. 

"Patrick, I see you like Loveth. She is also an excellent cook, and I can not help but feel younger and love her more."

 "Hmm." Patrick's gaze narrowed at Loveth. "That is OK, Mom. It is nice to see she is taking good care of you. I have to go upstairs now because I have some critical internet business meetings at 10 p.m. that I need to be ready for."

 "Alright, son," Mrs. Eleanor said. Patrick turned and walked away, into the elevator, and up to the fourth floor, which he used alone. 

"Damn!" Patrick cursed as he stepped out of the elevator and into his sitting room. He used the fourth level alone, but his elder sisters used the third floor long before they married or whenever they visited the mansion to spend time with his mother. 

Patrick walked to his bar in his parlour and sat on the black stool at the front, leaving his black coat, necktie, and briefcase on the nearest couch. He took out an alcoholic wine bottle from the bar's assortment of drinks. 

Angered, because nothing else bothered him but the prospect of marrying a loose bitch. Patrick took the alcoholic wine bottle in his hand and chugged the contents directly from the bottle's mouth. 

He staggered after finishing it all in one go, experiencing the affects of the alcoholic wine. Patrick sat back on the black seat closer to the bar top, popping open another wine bottle. 

"I hate you, Willow!" He cursed. He just heard his sitting room door slide open. Turning back, he looked at the door to see who it was.