Chapter 5 - Morning Feelings

Patrick woke up the following morning with a headache. He sat up on his bed and stared around, trying to remember the hot, stupid dream he had the previous night.

"Fụck!" he cursed aloud.

"What happened here?" he asked again. Just then, he heard a knock on his suite door, pulling him out of his rivalry thoughts. As he stared at his door, it flung open, and Jeff Hudson stepped in.

"Good morning, boss," Jeff greeted Patrick, and stared at him in surprise, seeing him still sitting on his bed and clutching his head, as he used his right palm to support his aching head.

Patrick wanted to slide out of his bed, and he realized he was stark unclad. Jeff quickly stared away from Patrick, even though he was older than him. Patrick was still his boss.

"Get out!" Patrick commanded. Jeff quickly responded, "Yes, boss!" and exited the room, wondering what went wrong with his boss.

Jeff went out to receive the company's call from some private clients calling to find out why the young Anderson missed the business meeting with their board members the previous night.

Meanwhile, Patrick slid out of his bed, trying to remember the steamy dream he had the previous night. He remembered a beautiful fair woman in his arms, and they were both making love, but he couldn't remember her face. "But her eyes..." Patrick said as he frowned and stared back at his bed. He wanted to pull the bedspread away, and he saw the red blood stain.

"Oh my! What happened here?" Patrick exclaimed. Jeff, who was still standing behind the door as he had previously excused the young master, swiftly darted back into the room, ending the call. He stared at his boss in shock, as he saw him fully naked and also the red blood stain on the bed. Jeff got confused as well as he stared at Patrick.

"Get out, and give me some privacy," Patrick grated.

"I'm sorry, boss. I heard you scream." Jeff swallowed and quickly exited the room, not really understanding his annoying boss.

Since Patrick had graduated and resumed his office position as the new CEO of Anderson's Corporation managing all his father's secret businesses and public affairs, Patrick had become bitter.

Jeff wondered why the young billionaire would be feeling like that, when his parents left a billion fortune for him. Jeff shook his head as he exited his boss's sitting room. He walked into the elevator and went down to the grand floor, then exited the building, going outside to wait at the garage, as it was 8 a.m. on a bright Wednesday morning.

"Wasn't it a dream?" Patrick asked himself as he flung his bedspread away, irritated to see the dried blood stain on his white bedspread. He walked to his large, exquisite bathroom to shower, as he believed probably he might have injured himself and bled the previous night.

Patrick switched on the shower and quickly took his bath, as he noticed he was late. He was the boss, so he wasn't afraid of anything. He owned the mega Anderson Hotel and Suites and other fashion and blog magazines. He also ran his father's oil business, and he had many personal businesses he sponsored.

Patrick bathed quickly and stepped out of his bathroom. As he walked out into his room, he stared at the white bedspread he had thrown to the tiled floor, and he avoided it, trying not to think deeply about the possibility of the stain.

Patrick strode to his walk-in closet and brought out a blue suit with a white undershirt. He dressed up quickly, wearing his black shorts and inner singlet first. He held his blue trousers and wore them. Just then, he heard a subtle knock on his suite door, and he knew it was his mother's maids that had arrived to clean up his room, as he woke up late instead of the usual 7 a.m. he used to wake.

Patrick walked to his large wall mirror, hanging brightly by his right side, and he stared at his handsome reflection in the mirror. Just then, an image flashed in his mind, and his heart panicked.

"What was that?" Patrick asked himself as he shook his head, remembering someone had bumped into his suite the previous night, when he was nàked and staring at his wall mirror too.

His eyes narrowed at the remembrance, and he walked back to his room door and angrily flung it open to see who the intruder was again, as he still believed all that had happened the previous night was only but a dream.

Patrick opened his room door wider in anger, and he saw two slim maids, dark in complexion and dressed in their pink maid gowns, standing in his view. His anger boiled.

"What do you want here? Can't you wait for me to leave first before you bump into my room? Get out!" Patrick slammed his door hard on them and walked back to his reading table. He saw the tray of food covered there, and his brows furrowed.

"Obviously it wasn't a dream," Patrick said as he frowned and placed his hands around his waist, trying to remember who brought the meal the previous night. "That new maid. My goodness!" he exclaimed. He walked back to his bedspread that he had thrown to the floor. He picked it up and sniffed it again, and he touched the stain. His fist tightened as he realized it was no dream.

Patrick threw the bedspread onto the bed and walked to his study table. He opened the plate of meal. "She had brought it last night, and she dared to peep on me. But how come?" Patrick shook his head in denial. He grabbed his briefcase and held his blue suit to his arm as he walked out of his chamber. He stared at the two maids waiting for him to be through, and obviously it wasn't any of them, as they had flat chests.

Patrick stared away from the maids and walked toward the elevator going downstairs. He stepped out and walked into the first floor, where his mother was already seated in the dining room and smiling at him. Someone sat across from her, as he heard her discussing with the person.

Patrick kept his briefcase down on a nearby couch and wore his suit first to look work-smart. Just as he grabbed his briefcase again and stared up, he saw Willow smiling at him. She was the one sitting with his mother.

"He's here already, ma," Willow said as she winked at Patrick. His eyes narrowed at her as he clicked his black shoes on the tiled floor and walked slowly to meet his mother sitting at the dining table.

"Good morning, mother," Patrick greeted as he approached his mother and gave her a warm hug. His mother pulled away from him and smiled.

"Son, your baby is here, and I'm so happy to see her," his mother said as she smiled at him. But he kept an expressionless face, as he was trying to figure out why Willow appeared all of a sudden in their family home. His mother knew how much he loved Willow, and he never told his mother about their breakup.

"Patrick, what's wrong? Didn't you eat your dinner last night?" She questioned him.

Patrick's eyes darkened as he heard his mother's question. Just then, he saw the familiar-looking maid step out of the kitchen holding another tray. She looked like the sunshine in her pink uniform, a simple dress with her white apron tied to her front.

Loveth was previously in the kitchen preparing her madam's tea with the head maid named Aria Jameson. Aria had been working in the Anderson home for 10 years, and she was 28 years old.

Loveth prepared the tea in a cup, and she carried it out to serve her madam the herbal tea made in a teacup. She hadn't expected for her madam's son to be out and standing beside his mother in the long dining room. Her hold on the tray tightened, as that was the last medicinal tea left, and she didn't want to lose grip on it.

Loveth walked slowly to the dining room, and she felt all eyes on her. Willow stared at Patrick, and she saw him staring at the maid. She was also shocked to see a beautiful young lady like her in the mansion. The maid approached the dining table and greeted them, "Good morning, ma. Good morning." She blushed nervously. Willow shifted her gaze away to stare at Patrick.

Patrick still had his expressionless face on, and Willow knew he was angry with her. She hadn't thought of Tony recording her sex activity with him and sending it to Patrick. She wanted to bang Tony truly, after he had sent an image of his huge rod to her W******p chat. But she still loved Patrick very much. She hadn't thought her secret affair and reason for traveling without informing him would leak, as she knew he loved her very much. But Tony made it seem like she purposely dumped Patrick and chose him over Patrick..