2: Delivering His Meal

Patrick turned and stared at the entrance door that was pushed open and at the pretty fair-skinned maid who stepped in.

He felt sluggish, as if 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 met his cold gaze as she carried a tray of his evening meal in her hands.

Patrick assumed his mother had sent her to deliver his dinner.

He clutched tighter to the third alcoholic wine bottle he was gulping and slowly removed it from his sinful lips.

Just 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?" she asked.

Patrick dropped the wine bottle on the bar top and stood up sluggishly to meet her.

Her black, shining eyes swiftly looked away from him to the trays in her hands while he staggered towards 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 actually refused at first when her mother had spoken to her about moving into the Andersons' home to serve elderly Mrs. Eleanor Anderson.

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

Seeing the handsome black man dressed in a stunning red 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, however ignored Loveth and sauntered to his inner chambers.

Loveth then stood speechless in the sitting room, not knowing what to do.

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

Her grip tightened on the tray containing a plate of jollof rice, fried turkey legs, and some freshly cooked pepper-soup with scented leaves, as she hesitated about where to put the tray down.

Standing there for a while and not seeing the young master of the house stepping out from the door he had entered—Loveth didn't know which room he was in as she wasn't the maid responsible for tidying up his rooms;

it was only her second day and second night working with them, and she hadn't seen him the previous day that she resumed as he left early for work.

She then breathed out heavily and stared around his wide sitting room for a while.

From the purple seven couches placed around 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 in white.

Loveth realized the Andersons loved the color white so much, as every corner of the 4-story building mansion was painted in white, including the exterior views.

She sighed and walked to the bar to put his dinner there as she didn't know what to do next.

Loveth hesitated for a while about approaching the door Patrick had entered and knocking on it, then she shook her head and stepped backward, walking to exit the sitting room door and entering back into the elevator that took her down to the last floor.

Loveth stepped out of the elevator and saw elderly Mrs. Eleanor retiring back to her room, as her husband wasn't around. He had traveled for some medical treatment, so 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 his dinner you sent to him? Did he like the meal?" Mrs. Eleanor questioned in a series of questions.

Loveth swallowed and looked downwards as she shook her head.

"No, Mother. Master didn't respond to me and left me and went back into one of the rooms."

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

Mrs. Eleanor didn't say anything next as she knew her only son was stubborn and very cold, and wouldn't eat his dinner.

She continued her slow walk to her chamber while Loveth stood, not comfortable with Mrs. Eleanor's sad look.

Lovely hastily rushed up to her.

"Ma'am, should I...?"

Mrs. Eleanor stopped and stared back at 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, immediately darted away and rushed back to the elevator, going up to Master Patrick's bedroom on the fourth floor.

*****

Meanwhile, Patrick had just stepped out of his bathroom and hadn't even wrapped his white towel around his waist, as he loved stepping out bare from his bathroom 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 go to the gym, and his biceps and well-chiseled chest were a hot, striking sight 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 traveled out with Tony to New York City to have fun and wild sex.

Patrick's hold on his towel tightened as he thought about how 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 24 years old, a hot brunette beauty with melanin-popping skin.

She was slim-figured with a simple, sèxy shape and small-sized bréasts like oranges.

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

Staring at his magnificent room's wall clock, Patrick saw the time was 9:15 pm sharp.

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

Patrick then walked to his wide, full-view wall mirror on the right side of his bedroom, painted in white with a golden chandelier hanging brightly on the ceiling. He had milk-colored curtains hanging on the wall.

Patrick then 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 "fair-complexioned man" Tony.

Patrick stared at his cọck size and shook his head in irritation, as a lot of ladies gawked at him and pleased him in the hotel, but he chose Willow as she was a hot and charming, melanin-popping model.

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

Patrick was no saint either, but their nights and office romance were incredibly fun.

He owned a celebrity cover magazine that displayed past events hosted in his luxurious hotel.

As he continued to stare at his handsome unclad reflection in the mirror, the reflection of the man Willow had dumped him for, a rival who was also huge and taller.

(Tony Miles was two years older than him), Patrick heard the sound of the elevator leading into his chamber ding open.

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

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

Patrick then threw his towel onto the executive chair in his room and neared the drawer closer to his wide wall mirror, taking out his cream to moisturize his hard body.

Patrick was a little drunk, and having remembered his hot nights with Willow, he felt his pénis harden at the thought of it.

He groaned and applied the cream to his palms to rub it in.

*****

However, Loveth stepped into the wide living room belonging to the younger house master, as other maids called him, and she 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 Patrick's mother had said he had a weak stomach, so she walked to his bar and picked up his tray of food, which was almost getting cold, and approached his room door.

Seeing the room door wasn't locked, as she was holding the tray in both hands, Loveth wasn't able to knock, so she used her right leg and pushed his door open and walked in.