The Unfilial Boss Woman

On the 8th floor of a 10-storey hotel building, Patrick Anderson sat on his office chair staring at the photos and videos of his fiancée, Willow Albert, on the bed with his rival Tony Miles. Patrick's fist clenched, and he turned off the erotic videos that Tony had sent to him. As he was not expecting Willow to cheat on him. Standing up from his executive office seat, Patrick shut down his computer and set to leave for home as he was done with his day's work. However, it was 8 pm sharp, and his assistant, Jeff Hudson, knocked and stepped into his executive office that was painted in ash grey color to see him. "Good evening, boss. Are you going home now?" Jeff inquired, glancing at Patrick, as he wore a white shirt and black trousers, paired with black shoes. Patrick glanced at Jeff Hudson, not responding. He stepped out of his office chair in silence, picked up his black coat that was hanging on his executive office chair. He wore it to prevent the cold wind from hitting his cool dark skin and freezing him to death. Patrick then adjusted his necktie and snatched his briefcase away from his office desk. With a final glance around his office, Patrick clutched tightly to his briefcase and exited his office. Entering the elevator on the 8th floor, Patrick rode down to the last floor, not waiting for Jeff to catch up with him. Patrick was angry after seeing those videos of his cheating fiancée, and he strode ahead to his black Maybach that was ready to take him home. Patrick approached, and his bodyguards pulled and shut the car door closed for him as he hopped into the back seat of the car. Meanwhile, Patrick owned a vast array of businesses that he conducted in the state. His mind was preoccupied with several thoughts, consisting of his parents who had been disturbing him to bring a wife home, down to the list of competitors that he had who wanted to take him down in the business world. Patrick had kept his identity hidden, and no one knew who the real Patrick Anderson was, as he kept his business strategies coded. Patrick looked ahead at Jeff Hudson, who was rushing to join him in his black Maybach. Jeff approached and hopped into the driver's seat, as he was Patrick's personal driver. Igniting the car, Jeff drove out of the luxurious hotel grounds. He arrived at the Anderson villa, and the gatekeeper pulled the huge black gate open. Jeff then drove the car into the villa grounds and parked it. However, Patrick got out of his car and walked towards the three-storey building that loomed ahead of him. He was angry, and his blood constantly boiled hot as he clicked his black polished shoes on the interlocked grounds and walked into the living room. Loveth Logan, a new maid, was cleaning the dining table just after Patrick's mother was done having her dinner. She mopped the dining table floors and glanced at the handsome man who entered the living room. "Good evening, sir. Welcome home," she greeted him. Patrick was stunned by the lovely, seductive voice that spoke to him. He glanced at the maid but did not respond to her greeting. He looked away and approached the off-white couches in the living room. There, he placed his briefcase on one of the couches and took off his coat. Patrick hung his black coat over his shoulder, feeling the heat from the heater on his cool dark skin. He sighed, picked up his briefcase, and headed towards the elevator to retire back to his chamber on the top floor. However, Patrick's mother, Mrs. Eleanor Anderson, a 70-year-old woman, came out of her room as she heard the sound of Patrick's car arrival. She wanted to speak with him and suffered from knee cap pain, as she was an elderly woman. She saw Loveth still mopping the dining table tiled floors, and she frowned, looking away. She saw her only son about to enter the elevator. "Son," Mrs. Eleanor called him back. Patrick froze as he heard his mother's warm voice. He glanced back at her and walked up to meet her as he saw her grinning. Patrick approached his mother, as she donned a blue gown, and she stood in the living room, walking up slowly to meet him too. "Good evening, mother," Patrick greeted his mother like a whisper, his voice low and tired, as he finally approached her. He hugged her shoulders and walked with her towards one of the couches in the living room. Patrick has four older sisters. He knew his parents wanted him to marry, as he is their only son and they are wealthy too. His parents wanted him to provide an heir and get married on time. Patrick's four older sisters were all married and far older than him, as his mother birthed him lastly, after a 10-year gap of his immediately older sister's birth. "Welcome, son. How was today in the office?" Mrs. Eleanor asked, looking at his face. "It was fine, mother," Patrick replied, sitting down beside her on the couch. "I can see that, Patrick. But when will you finally marry? As you know that your father and I aren't getting any younger? Don't you want us to see the next heir of Anderson Corporations?" Mrs. Eleanor asked. "Hmmm," Patrick frowned and glanced away. "Son," Mrs. Eleanor muttered, to gain his attention, and he said, "Mom, you don't have to worry about your death yet now, okay. I will think about a bride, probably this week or next week." "Okay, son," Mrs. Eleanor replied with a smile, while Patrick stood up from the couch to retire to his chamber on the top floor, as he was heartbroken. "But how about your girlfriend Willow Albert? Why not make an arrangement to go and marry her at once, or what's the matter, my son?" Mrs. Eleanor looked at Patrick's face. She was worried because she knew they were in love, so what was happening. Patrick sighed and felt the beads of sweat on his forehead. He looked away and made eye contact with their new maid, Loveth Logan. She smiled at him and blushed as she continued with her mopping of the tiled floor happily. Patrick's grey eyes scanned her waist in her pink maid uniform, and she looked so beautiful, with nice curves, making him wonder who had purposely employed her to work in their mansion. Staring away, Patrick looked back at his mother and replied, "Mom, Willow travelled out without informing me about it. And she had refused to give me a proper explanation too." "Mm," Mrs. Eleanor sighed, seeing Patrick looked tired. Patrick couldn't tell his mother the truth related to why he broke up with Willow Albert. She was a cheap slut who was 24/7 horny and fell for any available rod that wanted to thrust into her secret cave. Mrs. Eleanor sighed and replied, "But I spoke to Willow yesterday, and she told me that you both are fine and still together." "What?" Patrick gasped and stared back at his mother unbelievably. Forcing a fake laughter, he replied, "Mom, I am very tired now, and I need to return back to my room and rest. Can we discuss this later?" "Alright, my son," Mrs. Eleanor replied, and watched Patrick finally walk away to the elevator. Mrs. Eleanor saw Loveth, and she called Patrick back, "Son! Have you met with Loveth Logan? She's the new maid from Westwood, and her mother is one of the charitable women there who are contributing to building the economy." "Hmm," Patrick paused and glanced back at Loveth. She was through mopping the tiled floor, and she lowered her head, feeling his cold, piercing gaze. "Son, how do you see Loveth? Isabel, your eldest sister, actually recommended Loveth's services to us. And she is like a daughter to me and helps me a lot, as I am already old and cannot work much. Come, Loveth." Mrs. Eleanor stopped speaking and she signaled for Loveth to come closer. "Loveth, meet my son, Master Patrick Anderson, the CEO of Anderson Corporation," Mrs. Eleanor introduced Loveth to Patrick. "It's an honor to meet you, sir," Loveth said, stepping in front of Patrick's view, and she lowered her head respectfully before him. "Hmm," Patrick sighed. He didn't like the sound of her voice - seductive and enchanting. Patrick stood speechless and sank into some deep thinking. "Is she a kind of temptation or a setup by my mother?" Her eyes were shining black like a p***y cat. Her nose was very pointed. Her lips were naturally pink without any lip gloss. Her blonde hair was long and styled into a ponytail. Her skin looked so flawless, like a mixture of milk and honey. Patrick saw that he took some time assessing Loveth's beauty, until his mother's words finally snapped him out of his assessment. "My son, I can see that you like Loveth and approved of her to work with us. She is a great chef, and I couldn't help but feel younger and love her more," his mother added. "Hmm," Patrick's grey eyes darkened and narrowed at Loveth. He stared back at his mother and replied, "It's okay, mom. Good to see she's taking good care of you. I have to go upstairs now, as I have some important online business meeting to catch up with by 10 pm, and I need to be ready for it." "Okay, my son," Mrs. Eleanor replied, and Patrick immediately walked away, as he entered the elevator and went up to the top floor. Patrick got out of the elevator on the top floor and stepped into his sitting room. "Fụck!" He cussed out, angry, as he didn't want to end up marrying a loose woman. Patrick approached his bar to take out an alcoholic drink. He went to keep his briefcase and coat on the nearest couch. He moved back to his wine collection and took a bottle of whiskey. Patrick was angry, as he couldn't believe that Willow would cheat on him with his rival, Tony Miles. He popped the bottle of whiskey to open and drank it directly from the bottle. Patrick staggered, feeling the wine effect on him, and he sat down on a stool closer to the bar top and finished drinking the bottle of alcoholic drink in his hand. Dropping it, Patrick took out another wine bottle and popped it open. "I hate you, Willow," Patrick cussed as he heard his sitting room door slide open. He glanced back and stared at the pretty maid who came in with a tray of his dinner in her hands.