Chapter 2 - Getting Drunk

Patrick turned and stared at the entrance door as it pushed open, and he saw the pretty fair-skinned maid step in. He felt sluggish, almost weightless, as he stared at the pretty face.

He felt drawn to walk up to her and seize her as she walked into his sitting room with her cute round face meeting his cold gaze. She carried a tray of his evening meal in her hands, and he assumed his mother had sent her to deliver his dinner.

Patrick clutched tighter to the third alcoholic wine bottle he was gulping, then slowly removed the bottle from his sinful lips as 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?” Loveth asked.

Patrick dropped the wine bottle on the bar top and stood up sluggishly to meet Loveth. Her black shining eyes immediately stared away from him and toward the trays in her hands while he staggered toward her and sniffed her like a dog. She froze at his sudden behavior.

Loveth had never seen a handsome guy like Patrick before, and she had refused at first when her mother spoke to her about moving into the Anderson’s home to serve elderly Mrs. Eleanor Anderson.

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

Seeing the handsome man dressed in a red shirt and black trouser approach her, Loveth felt her blood pressure rise and her hold on the tray tightened when he sniffed her like a dog.

*Do I smell bad?* Loveth wondered as her cute smile faded.

Patrick ignored Loveth and sauntered to his private room, and Loveth stood speechless, not knowing what to do.

Mrs. Eleanor Anderson had told Loveth that her son had a weak stomach from birth, and that she should ensure he ate well. Since she had given birth to him at a much older age.

Loveth tightened her grip on the tray containing a plate of jollof rice, fried chicken laps, and some freshly cooked pepper-soup with scented leaves, as she hesitated over where to drop the tray in her hands.

She stood there for a while and did not see the young master of the house step out from the door he had entered.

She did not even know which room he was in, as she was not the maid responsible for tidying his private rooms.

It was only her second day and second night working with them, and she had not seen him the previous day because he left early for work.

Loveth breathed out heavily and stared around Patrick's wide sitting room.

From the blue seven couches placed around in different locations, to his standing shelves containing some books she felt drawn to check out, even though she could not read properly, to the walls of his living room painted white, she realized the Andersons loved the color white so much. Every corner of the 4-storey building mansion was painted white, including the exterior views.

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

She hesitated for a while to approach the door he had entered and knock on it. Then she shook her head, stepped backward, walked out of the sitting room, and entered the elevator that swiftly took her downstairs to the last floor.

Loveth stepped out of the elevator and saw elderly Mrs. Eleanor retiring back to her room. Her husband was not around and had traveled for some medical treatment, like she had heard.

Mrs. Eleanor smiled at Loveth and waved her to come closer.

“Come!” she said, like a whisper.

Loveth sauntered to meet her.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Has my son eaten his dinner you sent to him? Did he like the meal?” Mrs. Eleanor questioned in a series of questions.

Loveth swallowed and stared downward as she shook her head.

“No, mother. Master did not respond to me. He left me and went back into one of the rooms.”

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

Mrs. Eleanor did not say anything, as she knew her son was stubborn and would not eat his dinner. She continued walking slowly to her chambers while Loveth stood there, uncomfortable with Mrs. Eleanor’s sad look.

Loveth swiftly rushed up to her.

“Ma, should I...?”

Mrs. Eleanor stopped and stared back to Loveth.

“What is it?” she asked slowly, trying not to be harsh.

“Ma, should I go and check on Master again, to know if he has eaten his dinner?”

Mrs. Eleanor nodded, and Loveth, being the happy lady she was, darted away and rushed back to the elevator, going up to Patrick's private room on the fourth floor.

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Meanwhile, Patrick had just stepped out of his bathroom, and he did not even wrap his white towel around his waist, as he loved stepping out of his bathroom naked since he was alone in his room.

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

Patrick loved to gym, and his bicep and well-chiseled chest wall made him a hot, striking body to behold.

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

Willow thought Patrick was stupid and did not have enough informant. She agreed and traveled out with Tony to New York City to have fun with and wild bangs.

Patrick’s hold on his towel tightened.

Tony knew Patrick loved Willow so much and intended to marry her. Tony was a 29-year-old man and CEO to Miles Cooperation. He was always in competition with him. He copied everything Patrick's hotel did, monitored his private businesses, and even wanted to extract some personal information about his top sponsors from his mobile app through his fianceé, Willow.

Willow was 24 years old, a hot brunette beauty with rich brown skin. She was slim figured with a simple sexy shape, and she had small-sized breasts like oranges.

Patrick breathed out heavily, remembering he had a business meeting with some private sponsors by 10 p.m. As he stared at his magnificent room wall clock, he saw that it was 9:15 p.m. sharp.

Patrick sighed and dried his short brown hair, roughing it as he squeezed it to dry properly with his towel and stop water from dripping down his bare masculine body.

He walked to his wide full-view wall mirror on his right side in his executive room, painted white with a golden chandelier hanging brightly from the ceiling and milk-colored curtains hanging on the wall.

Patrick stared at his handsome dark reflection in the mirror as the chandelier displayed full bright lights. He frowned at his reflection. He was handsome, hot-blooded, and yet Willow chose to cheat on him with a yellow dîck, Tony.

Patrick stared at his dîck size and shook his head in irritation. Many ladies had gawked at him and desired to pleasure him in the hotel, but he chose Willow because she was a hot and charming model.

Similarly, Patrick had thought Willow was innocent, with that innocent poor girl look on her deceitful face, but after banging her and realizing she was no virgin, but a wild bitchy on bed, Patrick still loved her craziness and how she overpowered him in bed.

Patrick was no saint, but night and office romance with Willow was incredibly fun. He owned a celebrity magazine company that shot and displayed past events hosted in his hotel.

Patrick continued to stare at his handsome unclad reflection in the mirror, as he thought of how Willow had dumped him for his rival, who was also huge and taller, as Tony Miles was two years older than him.

Just then, Patrick heard the sound of the elevator leading into his private room ding open. He was sure the new maid his mother had introduced had already left before.

Patrick thought it was probably another maid who had come to pick up something, and he was sure she would not even dare go near his room.

Patrick dropped his towel on the blue chair in his room. He moved to the drawer beside his wide wall mirror, and took out his cream to moisturise his hard body.

Likewise, Patrick was a little drunk, and remembering his hot nights with Willow, he felt his dîck harden at the thought of it. He groaned and applied the cream to his palms to rub it.

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However, Loveth stepped into the vast sitting room belonging to the younger house master, like other maids called him, and she stared around his sitting room.

She did not see Patrick around and knew he would still be in the room he had stepped into.

Loveth remembered Mrs. Eleanor had said Patrick had a weak stomach, and she walked to his bar, picked up his tray of food that was almost getting cold, and approached his room door.

The room door was not locked, and holding the tray in both hands, Loveth was not able to knock, so she used her right leg and pushed the door open and walked in.