CHAPTER 2

Patrick turned and stared at the entrance door as it was pushed open, and at the pretty young maid who stepped in.

He felt sluggish, as if he were weightless, while staring 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 while she carried a tray of his evening meal in her hands—probably sent by his mother to deliver his dinner.

Patrick clutched the third bottle of alcoholic wine he was gulping and slowly removed it from his lips, as she stopped in front of him and flashed 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 put it?" she asked.

Patrick set the wine bottle on the bar top and stood up sluggishly to meet Loveth.

Her shining, black eyes darted away from him to the tray in her hands, as he staggered toward her and sniffed her like a dog, causing her to freeze at his sudden behavior.

Loveth had never seen a handsome man like Patrick before. She had refused when her mother suggested 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 agreed and moved into the mansion.

Seeing the handsome man, dressed in an expensive red shirt and plain black trousers, approach her, she felt her blood pressure rise and her grip on the tray tighten. When he sniffed her like a dog, she wondered if she smelled bad, and her cute smile faded.

Patrick ignored Loveth and sauntered into his inner chambers, leaving Loveth standing speechless, unsure of 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. As Mrs. Anderson had given birth to him at an older age.

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

Standing there for a while and not seeing the young master of the house emerge from the door he had entered, Loveth realized she didn't even know which room it was.

This was only her second day and second night working there, and she hadn't seen him the previous day since he had left early for work.

Loveth breathed heavily and glanced around the wide sitting room. From the purple-colored seven couches placed around in different locations, to the standing shelves containing books that drew her interest (even though she couldn't read properly), to the walls painted in white, she noticed that the Andersons loved the color white. In fact, every corner of the four-story mansion, including the exterior, was painted white.

Loveth sighed and walked to the bar to set Patrick's dinner there, still unsure of what to do next. She hesitated about approaching the door he had entered and knocking on it, but she shook her head and stepped back, walking out of the sitting room and into the elevator that took her downstairs to the last floor.

There, Loveth saw elderly Mrs. Eleanor retiring to her rooms, as her husband was away for medical treatment.

Mrs. Eleanor smiled at Loveth and waved for her to come closer. "Come!" she whispered.

Loveth then approached her.

"Yes, ma'am."

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

Loveth swallowed and looked downward as she shook her head.

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

Mrs. Eleanor frowned, and Loveth felt sorry for her as their eyes met.

Mrs. Eleanor didn't say anything else, knowing her son was stubborn and cold-hearted, and he probably wouldn't eat his dinner.

As Mrs. Eleanor continued her slow walk to her chambers, Loveth stood there, uncomfortable with the sad look on her face, and she rushed up to her.

"Ma, should I...?"

Mrs. Eleanor stopped and turned back to Loveth. "What is it?" she asked slowly, trying not to sound harsh.

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

Mrs. Eleanor nodded, and Loveth, being the cheerful person she was, darted away and rushed back to the elevator, heading up to Master Patrick's chambers on the fourth floor.

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However, Patrick had just stepped out of his bathroom without wrapping his white towel around his waist, as he preferred to walk around bare in his room.

He 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-chiseled chest made for a striking physique.

Patrick recalled the videos of his fiancee, Willow Albert, in the arms of his rival, Tony Miles, and his brows furrowed.

Willow had thought Patrick was oblivious and lacked good informants, so she had agreed to travel with Tony to New York City for fun and wild encounters.

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

Tony was a 29-year-old man and CEO of Miles Corporation, always in competition with Patrick—copying everything his hotel did, monitoring his private businesses, and even trying to extract personal information about his top sponsors through Willow.

Willow was a 24-year-old, hot brunette beauty with glowing melanin skin; she was slim-figured with a simple, sexy shape and small, orange-sized brẹasts.

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

Glancing at the magnificent wall clock in his room, he saw it was 9:15 p.m. sharp.

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

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

Patrick then stared at his handsome, dark reflection in the mirror under the bright lights and frowned.

He was handsome and hot-blooded, yet Willow had chosen to cheat on him with his rival, whom he considered a "yellow dïck" like Tony.

Patrick glanced at his member size and shook his head in irritation, knowing many ladies gawked at him at the hotel. But he had chosen Willow for her hot, charming, melanin-popping appeal as a model.

Patrick had thought Willow was innocent, with that poor-girl look on her deceitful face, but after sleeping with her, he realized she was no virgin and a wild, bìtchy partner in bed.

Still, he had loved her craziness and how she overpowered him.

Patrick wasn't a saint either, but their nights and office romances with Willow had been incredibly fun, especially since he owned a celebrity cover magazine that shot and displayed events hosted in his hotel.

As he continued staring at his handsome, nàked reflection in the mirror—the one Willow had dumped for his rival, who was well-endowed and taller, as Tony Miles was two years older than him.

Just then, Patrick heard the elevator leading to his chamber open, and he was sure the new maid had left earlier.

He thought it was probably another maid coming to pick something up and was confident they wouldn't dare enter his room.

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

He was a little drunk, and thinking about his hot nights with Willow made him harden.

Patrick groaned and rubbed the cream into his palms. Then, he rubbed it on his body.

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However, Loveth stepped into the sitting room belonging to the younger house master, as the other maids called him, and looked around.

Not seeing him, she knew he was still in the room he had entered.

Remembering his mother's words about his weak stomach, she walked to the bar, picked up his tray of food that was getting cold, and approached his room door.

The door wasn't locked, and with the trays in both hands, she couldn't knock. So, she used her right leg to push the door open and walked in.