Chapter 2: Got Drunk

Patrick turned and stared at the entrance door that slide open, and at the pretty maid that stepped in. He felt sluggish, like he was weightless, staring at her pretty face.

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

Patrick clutched 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?" she asked him.

Patrick dropped the wine bottle on the bar top and stood up sluggishly to meet her. Her shining black eyes stared away from him and at the trays in her hands, as 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. She had initially refused at first when her mother had spoken to her about moving into the Anderson home to serve elderly Mrs. Eleanor Anderson.

It was only 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 red, expensive, dress shirt and black trousers 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?' she wondered, as her cute smile quickly faded.

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

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

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

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

It was just her second day and second night working with them, and she hadn't seen him the previous day she resumed since he left early to work. Loveth breathed out heavily and stared around his wide sitting room.

From the seven purple-colored couches placed around in different locations to the standing shelves containing books that she felt drawn to check out, even though she couldn't read properly, to the walls of his sitting room painted white, she realized the Andersons loved the color white so much. Every corner of the four-story building mansion was painted white, including the exterior views.

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

She hesitated for a while before approaching the door he had entered and knocked on it.

She 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.

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 rather smiled at Loveth and waved for her to come closer.

"Come!" she said, like a whisper.

Loveth sauntered to meet her. "Yes, ma'am."

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

Loveth swallowed and stared downwards as she shook her head.

"No, Mother. Master did not respond to me. He just went back into one of the rooms."

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

Mrs. Eleanor did not say anything next as she knew her son was stubborn and would not eat his dinner. She continued her slow walk to her room, while Loveth stood, uncomfortable with Mrs. Eleanor's sad look. She hastily 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, quickly darted away and rushed back to the elevator going up to Master Patrick's room on the fourth floor.

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Meanwhile, Patrick had just stepped out from his bathroom, and he did not even wrap his white towel around his waist, as he loved stepping out bare from his bathroom when 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.

Patrick loved to gym, and his biceps and well-chiseled chest were a hot, striking body to behold.

He remembered the steamy videos of his bìtchy fiancée, Willow Albert, in the arms of his rival, Tony Miles, and his brows furrowed.

Willow thought Patrick was stupid and did not have enough informants. She agreed and travelled out with Tony to New York City to have fun and also engage in wild sex escapades.

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

Tony was a twenty-nine-year-old man and CEO of Miles Corporation. He was always in competition with Patrick, copying everything his hotel did, monitoring his private businesses, and even wanting to extract personal information about his top sponsors from his mobile app through his fiancée, Willow.

Willow was twenty-four years old, a hot brunette beauty with lovely brown 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 at 10 p.m. Staring at his magnificent room wall clock, he saw the time 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.

Patrick walked to his wide, full-view wall mirror on the right side of his room painted white with a golden chandelier hanging brightly on the ceiling, and milk-colored 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 and hot-blooded, yet Willow chose to cheat on him with Tony.

Patrick stared at his dîck and shook his head in irritation. A lot of ladies gawked at him and wanted him in the hotel, but he chose Willow as she was hot and charming—a model.

Patrick had thought Willow was a virgin, as she had that innocent, poor girl look on her deceitful face. But after sleeping with her for the first time and realizing she was no virgin, but a wild woman in bed, he 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 as he also owned a Celebrity Cover Magazine that shot and displayed past events hosted in his hotel.

As Patrick continued to stare at his handsome, unclothed 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—he heard the sound of the elevator leading to his sitting room ding open.

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

He thought probably another maid had come in to pick up something, and he was sure she would not dare to come near his room.

Patrick threw his towel to the blue chair in his room and neared the drawer closer to his wide-wall mirror, taking out his cream to moisturize his body.

Patrick was a little drunk and, having remembered 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 on his body.

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Just then, Loveth stepped into the sitting room belonging to the younger house master, as other maids called him. She stared around his sitting room and did not see him around.

Loveth knew Patrick would still be in the room he had stepped into. She remembered his mother had said he had a weak stomach, so she walked to his bar and carried his tray of food, which was almost getting cold. She approached his room door.

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