Chapter 2 - The Feelings

Patrick turned and stared at the sitting room entrance door that slid open.

He saw the pretty maid who stepped into his sitting room, and he felt sluggish, as if he were weightless, staring at her pretty yellow face.

Patrick felt drawn to walk up to Loveth and seize her against the wall, as she walked into his sitting room, carrying a tray of his dinner with both hands.

Her cute, round, chubby face met his cold, piercing gaze.

Patrick thought perhaps his mother had sent Loveth to deliver his dinner to him, and he clutched tightly to the third alcoholic wine bottle in his hand that he was gulping. He removed the wine bottle slowly away from his sinful lips.

However, Loveth stopped in front of Patrick and flashed him the most beautiful smile he had ever seen.

"Sorry to bother you, sir, but mother said I should deliver this meal to you. Where can I keep it?" She asked him.

Patrick's gaze narrowed as he dropped the wine bottle on the bar top and stood up sluggishly, staggering to meet Loveth.

Her black, shining eyes immediately stared away from him and at the tray of meals in her hands.

Meanwhile, Patrick staggered towards Loveth and stopped in front of her.

He sniffed her like a dog, and she froze at his sudden behavior.

"Do I smell bad?" Loveth wondered, as her hold on the tray tightened. As her smile disappeared.

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 Anderson mansion 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 moved into the mansion.

Seeing the dark, handsome young man dressed in a red-colored expensive shirt and black plain trousers approach her, Loveth felt her blood pressure rising. But when he stopped in front of her and sniffed her like a dog, her smile evaporated.

Patrick totally ignored Loveth and sauntered back into his inner chamber.

However, Loveth stood speechless in the sitting room, not knowing what to do, because Mrs. Eleanor Anderson had told her that her son had a weak stomach from birth, and she should ensure that he fed well, as she gave birth to him at a much older age.

Loveth gripped tightly on the tray containing a plate of jollof rice with fried turkey legs, and some freshly cooked pepper soup garnished with scented leaves. 

She hesitated on where to drop the tray in her hand.

However, Loveth stood speechless in the sitting room for a while, staring around the sitting room and not seeing the young master of the house stepping out from the door he had entered.

Loveth didn't know which particular room Patrick went into, as she wasn't the maid responsible for tidying up his rooms.

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

Loveth breathed out heavily and stared around the wide sitting room for a while.

From the purple-colored 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.

Loveth also looked at the walls of the sitting room painted in off-white color, and she realized that the Anderson family loved the color white so much, as every corner of the 4-story building mansion was painted in white.

From the interior view to the exterior views of the mansion.

However, Loveth sighed and walked towards the bar top to drop the dinner there, as she didn't know what next to do.

She hesitated for a while to approach the door that Patrick had entered and to knock on it, but she shook her head and stepped backward, walking away to the elevator.

Loveth entered the elevator and went down to the last floor to meet his mother. She saw Mrs. Eleanor Anderson retiring back to her room on the first floor, as the elderly woman's husband wasn't around.

Mr. Anderson snr had traveled out for some medical treatment, as Loveth heard, and Mrs. Eleanor smiled at her and waved at her to come closer.

"Come here, Loveth," Mrs. Eleanor said in a whisper.

Loveth sauntered closer to meet her.

"Yes, ma'am," she nervously said.

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

However, Loveth gulped and stared downwards at her feet as she shook her head and replied, "No, mother. Master didn't respond to me, and he left me and went back into one of the rooms."

"Hmm..." Mrs. Eleanor frowned.

Loveth felt sorry for her as she met the elderly woman's cold gaze on her.

Mrs. Eleanor didn't say anything to Loveth, because she knew that her only son was stubborn and very cold, and he wouldn't eat his dinner. She sighed and walked away slowly towards her chamber door.

Loveth stood speechless and not comfortable with the sad look on Mrs. Eleanor's face.

Loveth hastily rushed up to meet Mrs. Eleanor. "Ma, should I...?" She asked.

"Yes, what's it?" Mrs. Eleanor stopped and stared back at Loveth irritably, as she tried not to be harsh.

"Ma, should I go and check up on Master again to know if he has started eating his dinner?" Loveth asked the elderly woman.

"Okay," Mrs. Eleanor answered, and Loveth ran back to the elevator, being the happy lady that she is.

Loveth hastily darted into the elevator, and she went back up to the fourth floor, where Master Patrick's bedroom is.

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However, Patrick just finished taking his bath and stepped out of his bathroom náked. He didn't wrap his white towel around his waist, as he loved stepping out bare from his bathroom, since he was the only one using his room.

Patrick remembered the looks of his mother's new maid, Loveth Logan.

He shook his head in rejection to wave off any silly new thought that had formed in his mind about Loveth, as he dried up his wet, taut body.

Patrick loved to gym, and his biceps and whole masculine body were a hot, striking sight to behold.

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

Willow thought that Patrick was stupid and didn't have enough information, and she agreed and traveled out with Tony Miles to New York City to have fun with him, and also wild bangs.

Patrick's hold on his towel tightened, as Tony knew how much he loved Willow, and he intended to marry Willow.

Tony was a 29-year-old bastard, and the CEO of Miles Corporation, but he was always in competition with Patrick.

Copying everything that Patrick's hotel did, monitoring Patrick's private businesses, and even wanting to extract some personal information about Patrick's top sponsors from Patrick's mobile app too, through Patrick's own fiancée, Willow Albert.

Willow was a 24-year-old, hot brunette beauty with rich melanin-popping skin, as she was a slim-figured model with a simple sexy shape, as she had small-sized breasts like oranges.

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

He stared at his magnificent wall clock, and he saw it was already 9:15 p.m. sharp.

Patrick sighed and dried his short brown hair with his white towel.

Roughing it, he squeezed his brown hair tightly with his long white towel in his hand to stop dripping water onto his bare masculine body.

Patrick sighed and walked towards his wide full-view wall mirror on the right side of his bedroom to examine his looks.

His bedroom was painted in off-white color too, with a golden-colored chandelier hanging brightly above.

His room bulb was on, as his windows were covered in milk-colored curtains.

Patrick stared at his handsome dark skin reflection in the mirror again.

He frowned, seeing his handsome unclad body that Willow had chosen to cheat on him with a yellow rod, Tony.

Patrick stared at his huge member size. And yet Willow wasn't satisfied.

He shook his head in annoyance, as a lot of ladies wanted to be with him at his hotel,  as they gawked at him in his hotel, but he ignored them and chose to be with Willow.

Willow was hot and a charming brown beauty.

Patrick had thought Willow was innocent, as she had that innocent poor girl look on her deceitful face. But banging Willow once, and realizing she was no virgin but a wild woman in bed.

Patrick still loved Willow's craziness and how she overpowered him in bed.

He was no saint either, and 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.

Patrick continued to stare at his handsome dark reflection in the mirror that Willow had dumped for his rival Tony Miles.

Tony was also huge and taller, as Tony was two years older than Patrick.

However, Patrick heard the sound of the elevator that led into his sitting room door ding open.

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

Patrick assumed probably it was another maid that came up to pick something she had forgotten.

He was sure the maid wouldn't dare to near his bedroom door.

Patrick then tossed his white towel away to the executive blue chair in his bedroom.

He neared his bed drawer and took out his body cream to rub it.

Patrick was hard, having thought about his hot night's romance with Willow before in the past. He felt his rod harden, and he groaned out a little in pain.

Patrick applied his cream to his palms and rubbed it on his dark skin, as he tried not to think about Willow again.

Meanwhile, Loveth stepped into the wide sitting room that belonged to the younger master, as the other maids called Patrick.

She stared around the sitting room for a while, not seeing Patrick anywhere around the sitting room.

Loveth knew that Patrick would still be in the room door that he had entered.

She remembered that his mother had told her that he had a weak stomach and she should ensure he fed well.

Loveth hastily walked towards the bar top, carried the tray of food that was almost getting cold, and approached the bedroom door.

As the room door wasn't locked from within and slightly opened, with her carrying the tray of meal in both hands, Loveth wasn't able to knock, so she used her right foot and pushed the door wide open and walked in.