CHAPTER 2

Patrick turned and stared at the entrance door that pushed open, and at the pretty, fair-skinned maid who stepped in. He felt sluggish, like he was weightless, staring at the pretty yellow face.

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

Patrick clutched tighter to the third alcoholic wine bottle he was gulping and removed it slowly 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 him.

Patrick dropped the third wine bottle on the bar top and stood up sluggishly to meet her. Her black, shining eyes immediately stared away from him, down to the tray in her hands, as he staggered towards her and sniffed her like a dog. She froze at his sudden behaviour.

Loveth had never seen a handsome man like Patrick before, and she'd refused at first when her mother had spoken to her about moving into the Andersons' home to serve elderly Mrs Eleanor Anderson.

It was only 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 an expensive red buttoned-down shirt and plain black trousers approach her, she felt her blood pressure rising, and her hold on the tray tightened when he sniffed her like a dog.

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

Patrick ignored Loveth and sauntered to his room.

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 fed well, as she had given birth to him at a much older age.

Loveth's grip on the tray—containing a plate of jollof rice, fried turkey laps, and some freshly cooked pepper soup with scented leaves—tightened as she hesitated on where to drop it.

Standing there for a while and not seeing the young master of the house step out from the door he had entered—she didn't even know which room was his, as she wasn't the maid responsible for tidying up his rooms. It was only her second day and second night working with them, having not seen him the previous day because he had left early for work—she breathed out heavily and stared around his wide sitting room for a while.

From the seven purple-coloured couches placed in different locations to his standing shelves containing some books that she felt drawn to check out even though she couldn't read properly, to the walls of his living room painted white, Loveth realized the Andersons loved the colour white so much, as every corner of the four-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 didn't know what to do next.

She hesitated for a while, considering approaching the door he had entered to knock on it, then shook her head and stepped backwards, walking to exit the sitting room door and entering back into the elevator that immediately took her downstairs to the last floor.

Meanwhile, Loveth saw Mrs Eleanor retiring back to her room—her husband wasn't around and had travelled for some medical treatment, as she had heard.

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

"Come!" she said, like a whisper, and Loveth sauntered to meet her.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Has my son eaten the dinner you sent to him? Did he like the meal?" Mrs Eleanor questioned in series.

Loveth swallowed, stared downwards, and shook her head.

"No, Mother. Master didn't 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 didn't say anything next; she knew her son was stubborn and wouldn't eat his dinner. She continued her slow walk to her room while Loveth stood.

Not comfortable with Mrs Eleanor's sad look, Loveth rushed up to her.

"Ma, should I...?"

Mrs Eleanor stopped and stared back at Loveth.

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

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

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

****

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

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

He loved to gym, and his biceps and well-chiselled chest wall were a hot, striking body to behold.

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

Willow thought Patrick was stupid and didn't have enough informants. She had agreed and travelled out with Tony to New York City to have fun and also wild bangs.

Patrick's hold on his towel tightened. Tony knew he loved Willow so much and intended to marry her.

Tony was a 29-year-old bastard and CEO of Miles Corporation, and he was always in competition with Patrick—copying everything his hotel did, monitoring his private businesses, and even wanting to extract some personal information about his top sponsors from his mobile app through his girlfriend, Willow.

Willow was a 24-year-old hot brunette beauty with melanin-popping skin. She was slim-figured with a simple, sexy shape and small-sized breasts like oranges.

Patrick breathed out in anger, remembering he had a business meeting with some private sponsors by 10 p.m.

Staring at his magnificent room's wall clock, Patrick saw it was 9:15 p.m. sharp.

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

Patrick walked to his full-view wall mirror on the right side of his executive room, painted white with a golden-coloured chandelier hanging brightly on the ceiling and milk-coloured curtains hanging on the wall. He stared at his handsome, dark reflection in the mirror as his chandelier displayed full bright lights, and he frowned at his reflection.

Patrick was handsome, hot-blooded, and yet Willow chose to cheat on him with a yellow-dìck Tony.

Patrick stared at his member size and shook his head in irritation. Many ladies gawked at him to pleasured him in the hotel, but he chose Willow because she was a hot and charming, melanin-popping model.

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

He was no saint either, but night and office romance with her was incredibly fun, as he owned a celebrity cover magazine that shot and displayed past events hosted in his hotel.

As Patrick continued to stare at his handsome, unclad reflection in the mirror—the reflection that Willow had dumped for his rival, who was also huge and taller, as Tony Miles was two years older than him—just then he heard the sound of the elevator leading into his chamber ding open.

Patrick was sure the new maid his mother had introduced him to had left before.

He thought it was probably another maid who had come in to pick up something, and he was sure she wouldn't even dare to come near his room.

Patrick dropped his towel onto the executive chair in his room, neared the drawer closest to his wide wall mirror, and took out his cream to cream his body.

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

****

Meanwhile, Loveth stepped into the wide living room belonging to the young house master, as the other maids called him, and stared around his sitting room.

She didn't see him around and knew he would still be in the room he had stepped into.

Loveth remembered his mother had said he 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 wasn't locked, and holding the tray in both hands, Loveth wasn't able to knock. So she used her right leg to push his room door open, and she walked in.