Chapter 2 ~ His Meal

Patrick turned and stared at the entrance door as it pushed open and the pretty maid stepped in. He felt sluggish, almost weightless, as he stared at her pretty face.

He felt drawn to walk up to her and seize her as she entered his sitting room. Her cute, round, chubby face met his cold gaze as she carried a tray of his evening meal. His mother had probably sent her to deliver his dinner.

Patrick clutched the third bottle of alcoholic wine he had been gulping and slowly removed it from his sinful lips. She stopped in front of him and flashed him the most beautiful smile he had ever seen.

“I'm sorry to bother you, sir, but Mother said I should deliver this meal to you. Where can I keep it?” she asked.

Patrick dropped the wine bottle on the bar top and stood up sluggishly to meet her. Her shining black eyes immediately shifted away from him and towards the tray in her hands. He staggered towards her and sniffed her like a dog, causing her to freeze at his sudden behaviour.

Loveth had never seen such a handsome man before. At first, she had refused when her mother spoke to her about moving into the Andersons’ home to serve the elderly Mrs Eleanor Anderson.

It was only after much pleading from her mother and two younger sisters, Janet and Juliet, that she finally accepted and moved into the mansion.

As the handsome man, dressed in an expensive, red shirt and black trousers, approached her, she felt her blood pressure rise. Her grip on the tray tightened when he sniffed her like a dog.

*Did I smell bad?* she wondered as her sweet smile immediately faded.

Patrick ignored Loveth and sauntered into his inner chamber, leaving her speechless and unsure of what to do.

Mrs Eleanor had told Loveth that her son had suffered from a weak stomach since birth. She was to ensure that he ate well because Eleanor had given birth to him at an advanced age.

Loveth’s grip tightened around the tray containing a plate of jollof rice, fried chicken lap, and freshly prepared pepper soup with scented leaves. She hesitated, unsure where to place it.

She stood there for a while, waiting for the young master of the house to step out of the room he had entered.

She did not even know which room it was, as she was not responsible for tidying his quarters.

It was only her second day and second night working with the family. She had not seen him the previous day because she had resumed after he left for work.

Loveth breathed out heavily and stared around Patrick's spacious sitting room. She looked at the seven purple couches placed in different locations, then at the standing shelves containing books.

She felt drawn to check them out, even though she could not read properly. She also noticed that the walls of his living room were painted white.

The Andersons clearly loved white. Every corner of the four-storey mansion was painted white, including the exterior.

Loveth sighed and walked to the bar to drop Patrick's dinner there, as she did not know what else to do.

She hesitated before approaching the door he had entered. She considered knocking, but then shook her head and stepped backwards.

Instead, she walked towards the sitting-room door and exited, returning to the elevator, which immediately took her down to the ground floor.

Loveth stepped out of the elevator and saw Mrs Eleanor returning to her chamber. Her husband was not around; he had travelled for medical treatment, or so Loveth had heard.

Mrs Eleanor smiled at Loveth and waved her closer.

“Come,” she said in a whisper.

Loveth sauntered over to meet her. “Yes, ma’am?”

“Has my son eaten the dinner you sent to him? Did he like the meal?” Mrs Eleanor asked.

Loveth swallowed and stared at the floor as she shook her head.

“No, Mother. Master didn’t respond to me. He left and went into one of the rooms.”

Mrs Eleanor frowned, and Loveth felt sorry for her as she met her gaze.

Mrs Eleanor said nothing else. She knew her son was stubborn and would probably refuse to eat his dinner. She continued walking slowly towards her chamber.

Uncomfortable with Mrs Eleanor’s sad expression, Loveth immediately hurried after her.

“Ma, should I…?”

Mrs Eleanor stopped and looked back at Loveth.

“What is it?” she asked gently, trying not to sound harsh.

“Should I go and check on Master again to see if he has eaten his dinner?”

Mrs Eleanor nodded.

Being the cheerful woman she was, Loveth immediately darted away and rushed back to the elevator. She was going up to Patrick’s chamber on the fourth floor.

* * * *

Meanwhile, Patrick had just stepped out of his bathroom. He had not even wrapped the white towel around his waist. Since he was in his room, he preferred to walk out of the bathroom naked.

Patrick remembered the look of his mother’s new maid and shook his head in rejection as he dried his wet, taut body.

Patrick loved going to the gym, and his biceps and well-chiselled chest formed a striking body to behold.

Furthermore, Patrick remembered the videos of his bitchy girlfriend, Willow Albert, in the arms of his rival, Tony Miles, and his brows furrowed.

Willow thought Patrick was stupid and did not have enough information. She had agreed to travel with Tony to New York City to have fun and engage in wild sex.

Patrick’s grip on his towel tightened. Tony knew how much he loved Willow and that he intended to marry her.

Tony was a twenty-nine-year-old man and the CEO of Miles Corporation. He was always competing with Patrick, copying everything his hotel did, monitoring his private businesses, and even trying to extract personal information about his top sponsors from his mobile app through Willow.

Willow was a twenty-four-year-old, brown-skinned lady with glowing skin. She had a slim figure and a simple, sexy shape, with small breasts the size of oranges.

Patrick breathed out angrily as he remembered that he had a business meeting with some private sponsors at 10 p.m. He glanced at the magnificent wall clock in his room and saw that it was already 9:15 p.m.

Patrick sighed and roughly dried his short brown hair, squeezing it with the towel to remove the water that was dripping onto his bare, masculine body.

Just then, Patrick walked to the wide, full-view wall mirror on the right side of his executive room. The room was painted white, and a golden chandelier hung brightly from the ceiling. Milk-coloured curtains covered the walls.

Patrick stared at his handsome, dark reflection in the mirror as the chandelier cast brilliant light across the room. He frowned at his reflection.

Patrick was handsome and hot-blooded, yet Willow had chosen to cheat on him with a yellow-skinned man named Tony.

Patrick stared at his member and shook his head in irritation. Many ladies gawked at him and desired to please him at the hotel, but he had chosen Willow because she was a beautiful, charming model with glowing brown skin.

Likewise, Patrick had thought Willow was innocent because she wore the expression of a poor, innocent girl on her deceitful face.

But after sleeping with her and discovering that she was not a virgin but a wild woman in bed, he still loved her craziness and the way she overpowered him.

Patrick was no saint. His nighttime encounters and office romance with Willow had been incredibly exciting. He also owned a celebrity-cover magazine that photographed and displayed past events hosted at his hotel.

As he continued staring at his handsome, naked reflection in the mirror, he thought about how Willow had left him for his rival, who was also bigger and taller. Tony Miles was two years older than him.

Just then, Patrick heard the elevator leading into his chamber ding open. He was certain that the new maid his mother had introduced had already left.

Patrick assumed it was probably another maid who had come to pick up something. He was sure none of them would dare come near his room.

Patrick threw his towel onto the executive purple chair and moved towards the drawer beside his wide wall mirror. He took out his body cream to apply it to his firm body.

He was slightly drunk, and as he remembered his passionate nights with Willow, he felt aroused by the memory. He groaned and applied the cream to his palms before rubbing it onto his skin.

* * * *

Meanwhile, Loveth stepped into the spacious sitting lounge belonging to the younger house master, as the other maids called him, and stared around.

She did not see him and knew he was still in the room he had entered. She remembered that his mother had said he suffered from a weak stomach, so she walked to the bar and picked up his tray of food, which was almost cold. She approached his room door and frowned.

The door was not locked. Holding the tray with both hands, Loveth could not knock, so she used her right leg to push it open and walked inside.