1. Drunken night

Staring at the photos and videos of his fiancee cheating on him with his rival, Tony Miles. Patrick Anderson shut down his computer and stood up from his executive office chair. It was 8 p.m., and he was already going home to his family's residence.

 

Stepping out of his office chair, Patrick heard a knock on his office door, and his personal office assistant, Jeff Hudson, entered.

 

"Good evening, boss. Are you heading home now?"

 

Patrick stared at Jeff, not responding as he adjusted his necktie properly and wore his black coat, which was kept neatly on another office chair.

 

Snatching his briefcase away from his office desk, Patrick finally walked out of the executive office of his opulent hotel, going home, and leaving Jeff Hudson speechless.

 

Patrick entered the elevator on the 8th floor of his 10-story multimillion-dollar hotel in the state that took him down to the ground floor. He stepped out of his hotel building and made his way towards his Prado Jeep in the hotel premises made available to take him home.

 

With the bodyguards standing aside and guarding, Patrick walked ahead to his Jeep, and they pulled the door open while he got into the rear seat.

 

Rushing out of the hotel building, Jeff Hudson hurried up to catch up with Patrick in the vehicle, as he was Patrick's driver too.

 

Jeff got into the driver's seat of the Prado Jeep; he ignited the engine shortly after buckling his seatbelt and drove home to Anderson's residence.

 

Patrick reclined in the rear seat, at the back, as Jeff drove the vehicle home. Patrick knew all his parents wanted from him was to settle down. He owned the Mega Anderson's hotel and other top-notch corporations in their state, and he knew he had a lot of enemies and competitors too. He had also kept his identity hidden for a while, until he fell in love with Willow Albert, a top-notch, formidable model in their state.

 

Angered as his blood boiled, Patrick watched as Jeff drove into their estate gate, arriving at the front gate of their mansion. The security men pulled the huge black gate open, and Jeff drove into the residence and parked.

 

Patrick got out of the SUV and made his way towards the mansion facade. The mansion was a four-story building with a built-in elevator. Patrick approached the front door, rang the doorbell, and a new maid pulled the door open.

 

Walking into the living room, Patrick didn't pay any attention to the maid; however, after locking the door, she turned to face him and greeted him, "Good evening, sir. Welcome home."

 

Patrick froze as he heard her lovely voice. He was angered after catching his fiancee cheating on him with his rival. He turned to stare at the maid after dropping his briefcase on the couch to take off his black coat.

 

Patrick's eyes narrowed at the maid, as he didn't seem to recognize her. He assumed she was employed recently, so he ignored responding to her greeting as he took off his coat and hung it on his shoulder to relieve himself from feeling hot. He picked up his briefcase and headed towards the elevator to ascend to his chamber on the fourth floor.

 

However, Patrick's mother, the elderly Mrs. Eleanor Anderson, stepped out of her room below and saw Loveth still mopping the tiled floor at that late hour.

 

She frowned, looking away. She observed her son wanting to enter the elevator, and the door dinged open.

 

"Patrick," Mrs. Eleanor called. Patrick paused as he heard his mother call him. He turned and walked back to meet her, as she was a 70-year-old lady. She birthed him lastly, after 10 years of his immediate elder sister's birth.

 

Patrick had four older sisters. He walked back to meet his mother and greeted her, "Good evening, Mom."

 

"Welcome, Patrick. How was office work today?" 

 

"Fine, mother," Patrick replied, and he walked with his mother to settle on the couch, as he knew what she wanted to speak to him.

 

"That's fine, son. Actually, you know I wanted to speak to you about something," Mrs. Eleanor said, smiling at Patrick. He looked away and sighed; however, his eyes fell on the new maid again, who continued mopping the dining floor happily.

 

The maid smiled at him and blushed when their eyes met, and she continued happily cleaning the dining table as she was almost through.

 

"Mom, what is it that you want to discuss with me about? I'm tired for tonight," Patrick said, sighing as he loosened his necktie.

 

"I know, Patrick. However, when will you finally agree to marry and give your father and me grandchildren? You can see that we ain't getting any younger, or don't you want us to see the next heir of Anderson's corporation?"

 

Sighing, Patrick looked back at his mother and shook his head. "Mom, you don't need to worry about your death, as you ain't dying anytime soon."

 

"I know, Patrick. But you never can tell when neither I nor your father will kick the bucket. Tell me, son. How about your fiancee, Willow Albert? Why not make an arrangement to have your marriage registered with her in the bureau of marriage affairs and marry her accordingly? What's stopping you from going to see her family?"

 

"Mom," Patrick frowned as he knew he was the one who engaged Willow and introduced her to his mother.

 

"Willow is not around, as she traveled out without informing me about it, and she won't be back soon."

 

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

 

"What?" Patrick looked at his mother in shock. Not wanting to tell his mother the truth that Willow cheated on him, he laughed and replied, "I am tired right now, Mom. And I will get married, since that's what you want."

 

"Okay, Patrick," Mrs. Eleanor smiled in relief and watched her only son stand up from the milk couch as he held his briefcase to walk back to the elevator.

 

Spotting Loveth, Mrs. Eleanor immediately called Patrick back, "Son! Wait! Have you met with Loveth Logan? She's the new maid from Westwood, and your eldest sister, Isabel Owen, recommended her service to us."

 

Patrick paused again and gazed back at his mother. Loveth was through cleaning the dining table, and she lowered her head as she felt Patrick's cold gaze on her.

 

"Come, Loveth." Staring at Loveth, Mrs. Eleanor signaled for Loveth to come closer.

 

Moving away from the dining room, Loveth approached the mother and son. With her head bowed lower, she paused in front of Patrick, standing beside his mother.

 

"Loveth, meet my only son, Master Patrick Anderson. The sole heir to Anderson Corporations," Mrs. Eleanor introduced Loveth to Patrick.

 

"It's an honor to meet you, sir." Loveth spoke; however, Patrick narrowed his eyes as he didn't like the sound of Loveth's voice. He stared at her body in her pink maid uniform, as her face looked young; however, she had bigger boobs and curves for a nice shape as a maid.

 

Patrick got lost in observing Loveth. He met her eyes, which were so black and shining.

 

Wondering, Patrick thought: 'Is this a kind of joke or set up by mother?' 'Her eyes are so shining black. Her nose is very pointed, her lips are naturally pink without lip gloss. Her long blonde hair are neatly packed into a ponytail. Her skin looks so flawless, like milk and honey mixed.'

 

Not knowing he took time assessing Loveth's beauty, until his mother's words finally snapped him out of his assessment.

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

 

"Hmm." Patrick's eyes finally narrowed at Loveth. "Fine, mother. It's good to see that she's taking good care of you. I have to go upstairs now, as I have some important online business meetings to catch up on by 10 p.m., and I need to be ready for them."

 

"Alright, son," Mrs. Eleanor replied. Patrick turned and finally walked away into the elevator and went up to the fourth floor, as he used the fourth floor alone.

 

"Damn!" Stepping out of elevator, Patrick cursed as he entered his sitting room. He used the fourth floor alone, while the third floor was used by his elder sisters, long before they got married or whenever they were around in the mansion to spend some time with his mother.

 

Dropping his black coat, necktie, and briefcase on the nearest couch, Patrick walked up towards his bar in his sitting room and sat down on the black stool at the front. He took out an alcoholic wine bottle from the bar's collection of different drinks.

 

Angered, as here was nothing else that irked him aside from the thoughts of ending up marrying a loose bitch.

 

Popping up the alcoholic wine bottle in his hand, Patrick chugged down the wine content directly from the bottle's mouth.

Finishing it in one go, he staggered, feeling the effects of the alcoholic wine on him.

Patrick sat back on the black stool that was closer to the bar top and popped up another wine bottle.

 

"I hate you, Willow!" He cursed. Just then, he heard his sitting room door slid open.

Turning back, he observed the door to see who it was.