2• Entering his room.

Turning around to face the open entrance door, Patrick noticed the attractive yellow maid who entered his sitting room. 

He felt sluggish and weightless as he stared at her gorgeous yellow face. Patrick felt compelled to approach Loveth and seize her as she entered his sitting room with a tray containing his evening meal.

 Her adorable, round, plump face matched his dark, beautiful eyes. Patrick feels his mother dispatched Loveth to deliver his food to him. He grabbed the third alcoholic wine bottle he was gulping, gently removing it from his sinful lips.

 Loveth approached Patrick and stopped in front of him, flashing him the most lovely smile he had ever seen. "I am sorry to trouble you, sir, but your mother requested that I deliver this supper to you."

"Where can I keep it?" Loveth inquired, staring at Patrick's lovely face, and he gently dropped the wine bottle on the bar top before standing up sluggishly to meet her. 

Looking away, Loveth's black eyes shifted to the floor, away from Patrick. He staggered up to her and stood in front of her, smelling her like a dog. 

Patrick's unexpected behavior rendered Loveth speechless. She had never seen a lovely man like him before, and she initially resisted when her mother suggested going to Anderson's house to serve the old Mrs. Eleanor Anderson. 

After considerable persuading from her mother and two younger sisters, Janet and Juliet, Loveth eventually accepted and parked at the mansion two days ago. 

Loveth's blood pressure rose as she saw the ebony, attractive man approaching her in an expensive shining shirt and black simple trousers. Her grip on the tray tightened when Patrick paused in front of her and smelled her like a dog. 

"Do I smell bad?" Loveth puzzled softly as her cute smile quickly faded away. 

Ignoring Loveth, Patrick walked to his bedroom door. He pulled the door open and entered his bedroom. Loveth stood speechless, holding the tray of food in her hands. 

She was aware that Mrs. Eleanor Anderson had informed her that Patrick had a weak stomach from birth and that she should ensure that he was well fed.

 Mrs. Eleanor told Loveth that she had given birth to Patrick at a much older age. Loveth stood motionless, gripping the tray with a dish of jollof rice, fried turkey laps, and some freshly prepared pepper soup with perfumed leaves, tightening as she considered where to place the tray in her hands. 

Loveth looked about the lovely sitting room, admiring the art works on the walls. The purple-colored seven couches placed neatly throughout the sitting area, to the bookcases housing various books that she felt compelled to check out.

 Loveth could not read properly yet did not mind having access to those books. She admires the wall painting and understands how much the Andersons adore the color white, since every area of the spectacular four-story estate, including the exterior views, is painted white. 

Loveth stood there for a time, not noticing the young master of the home walk out the door he had entered. She had no idea which room he had entered because she was not the maid in charge of clearing up his rooms.

 It was only her second day and night working with them, as she had not seen Patrick since he departed early for work the day before. 

Sighing, Loveth headed to the bar table to drop off Patrick's dinner, unsure what to do next. She hesitated before approaching the door he had entered, and she turned to leave the sitting room. 

Loveth entered the elevator and proceeded down to the bottom floor. She noticed Mrs. Eleanor retiring to her chamber because her husband was not present. He had traveled abroad for medical treatment, according to what Loveth had learned from the other maids. 

Mrs. Eleanor smiled at Loveth and waved her closer. "Come!" She spoke it quietly, and Loveth sauntered up to meet her. Loveth approached Mrs. Eleanor, lowered her head, and replied, "Yes, ma'am." 

"Did Patrick eat the supper you sent him? Did he appreciate his meal?" Mrs. Eleanor inquired. Loveth gulped and shook her head, staring downward. "No, mom. Master did not answer to me. He left me and returned to one of the rooms."

 "Hmm," Mrs. Eleanor frowned, and Loveth felt terrible for the elderly woman when she met her gaze. Mrs. Eleanor knew Patrick was stubborn and refused to finish his food, but she did not tell Loveth. 

She moved slowly away to her bedroom, with Loveth watching her. Loveth dashed up to meet Mrs. Eleanor, uneasy about the sorrowful expression on her face. 

"Ma, should I...?" Loveth inquired with nervousness. Mrs. Eleanor hesitated, returning her gaze to Loveth. "What is it?" She inquired, hoping not to be harsh. 

"Mother, should I go and check on Master again to know if he has started eating his dinner?" Gulping, Loveth inquired. 

"Okay," Mrs. Eleanor agreed, and Loveth, being the delighted lady that she was, dashed away and ran back into the elevator, ascending to the Master Patrick Anderson chamber on the fourth floor.

 Meanwhile, Patrick went out of his bathroom after finishing his bath. He did not tie his white towel around his waist because he preferred walking out nude from his shower since he was alone in his room. 

Patrick shook his head as he dried and cleansed his damp body, recalling his mother's new maid's expression. He enjoyed working out at the gym, and his physique was impressive. 

Recalling recordings of his fiancee, Willow Albert, on the bed and in the embrace of his opponent, Tony Miles. Patrick pinched his brow, assuming Willow felt he was foolish and lacked adequate information.

 She accepted and accompanied Tony Miles to New York City for some fun and crazy bangs. Patrick's grip on his towel tightened as Tony realized how much he loved Willow. He meant to marry her, but she cheated on him. 

Tony Miles, the CEO of Miles Cooperation, was 29 years old. Tony was constantly in rivalry with Patrick, replicating everything Patrick's Hotel did, watching his private enterprises, and even attempting to obtain personal information about Patrick's top sponsors via his mobile app via his girlfriend, Willow Albert. 

Willow was a 24-year-old model with melanin-rich complexion. She had a thin form and a simple, sensual shape, with a little breast similar to an orange. 

Patrick sighed, remembering he had a business meeting with some of his private sponsors at 10 p.m. He looked at his wonderful wall clock and saw that the time was 9:15 p.m. He moaned and dried his short brown hair on his head, roughing it as he squeezed it forcefully.

 Patrick stood in front of his full-view wall mirror on the right side of his bedroom, painted white, and stared at his attractive, dark reflection for a few moments. 

His room bulb was exhibiting full bright lights since he had not turned it off and turned on the dimly lighted bulb. He frowned, knowing he was gorgeous and hot-blooded, but Willow chose to cheat on him with Tony Miles, a man of fair skin. 

Patrick sighed and shook his head, staring at his massive member as numerous girls openly gawked at him, but he rejected them in favor of Willow Albert because he loved her. 

Willow was a hot and attractive model. Patrick felt Willow was innocent because she had those innocent, deceiving expressions on her face. However, after banging Willow for the first time, Patrick found she was not a virgin but a crazy brat in bed. 

He still adored her insanity and how she dominated him on the bed. Patrick was no saint, either, since their night-and-day office romance with Willow was a lot of fun. He owned a celebrity magazine company that photographed and highlighted previous events held at his hotel. 

Willow dumped him for his adversary, who was also massive and taller than him, after staring at his attractive, unclad reflection in the mirror once more. Patrick knew Tony Miles was two years older than him.

Just then, he heard the elevator door to his chamber open. He was certain that the new maid his mother had introduced to him had left before. So he assumed another maid had arrived to pick up anything she had forgotten. 

Patrick was certain the maid would not dare to come close his bedroom door. He tossed his white towel upon the blue chair in his room as he approached the drawer to retrieve his body lotion.

 Patrick was inebriated, and as he remembered his heated nights with Willow, his member hardened. Ignoring his yearning, he opened the lotion to massage his skin; however, he heard footsteps approaching his bedroom door. 

Loveth had entered the young master's sitting room, just like other maids referred to Patrick.

Loveth knew he would still be at the room he had entered because she had not seen Patrick around the parlour.

Remembering his mother's concerns about Patrick's poor stomach. Loveth moved faster to the bar in the sitting area, carrying the tray with Patrick's meal. 

She approached the door. Given that the door was not secured, she clutched the trays with both hands. Loveth was unable to knock. So she used her right leg to push the bedroom door open, then walked into it.