The Unfilial Boss Woman

CHAPTER 1: DRUNKEN NIGHT

Patrick stood up from his executive office seat as he was through with the day's work.

At 8 p.m. sharp, his personal assistant named Jeff Hudson knocked and stepped into his executive office that was painted in ash-grey color to see him.

"Good evening, boss. Are you leaving for home now?" Jeff asked.

Patrick stepped out from his office seat in silence, and he picked up his black coat that was hanging on his executive office seat and wore it to prevent the cold wind from hitting his cool dark skin and freezing him to death. He adjusted his necktie and snatched his briefcase away from his office desk.

In a single final glance, Patrick exited his office on the eighth floor of his ten-story multimillion-dollar hotel in the state.

He entered the elevator that immediately took him down to the last floor of his luxurious hotel.

Patrick stepped out and made his way to his black SUV parked, and his bodyguards pulled and shut the car door closed for him as soon as he entered the back seat.

He owned a vast range of secret businesses that he did in the state. His mind was preoccupied with a lot of thoughts, ranging from his parents that had been disturbing him to bringing home a wife, down to the list of competitors that he had, wanting to take him down and away from the business world.

Patrick had kept a series of multiple identities hidden, and no one knew who the real Patrick Anderson was, as he kept his business strategies coded.

He stared ahead to Jeff, who was rushing up to join him in his car. Jeff approached and slid into the driver's seat, as he was Patrick's driver too.

Jeff ignited the SUV engine and finally drove out from the luxurious hotel.

Arriving at the Anderson mansion's gate, the security men pulled the huge black gate opened. Jeff then drove the luxury SUV into the mansion premises and parked.

Patrick stepped down from the SUV and walked towards the four-story building mansion. He was angry, and his blood continued to boil hot as he clicked his black shoes to the cemented ground and walked into the living room.

The new maid named Loveth Logan was seen mopping the living room tiled floor. She stared back at Patrick as she saw him enter the living room. She smiled and greeted him, "Good evening, sir. Welcome home."

"Hmm..." Patrick didn't respond to Loveth's greeting. He frowned and stared away as he walked up to the milk-colored couch in the living room to drop his briefcase there.

Patrick took off his black coat and hung it on his shoulder, and he could feel the warmer heat from the heater warming up his cool dark skin.

He picked up his briefcase and walked towards the elevator to retire back to his chamber on the top floor.

Patrick was wearing only a red-colored pocket shirt with his black plain trousers and had short black hair on his head.

Just then, his mother, Mrs. Eleanor Anderson, a 70-year-old woman, stepped out from her room below as she suffered from knee-cap pain. She saw Loveth still mopping the tiled floor and frowned and stared away, and saw Patrick wanting to enter the elevator.

"Son..." Mrs. Eleanor called him back.

Patrick paused and stared back at his mother. He met her smiling gaze on him, and he sighed and walked back to meet her, as she was wearing a long blue gown and she stood in the living room and walked forward to meet him too.

"Good evening, mother," Patrick greeted his mother as he finally approached her and hugged her to her shoulder. He walked with her to the couch, as he was her only son and had four older sisters.

Patrick knew that there was nothing else that his both parents wanted from him other than to give them an heir.

His four older sisters were all married and far older than him, as his aged mother birthed him lastly, after 10 years of his immediate elder sister's birth.

"Welcome, son. How was today in the office?" Mrs. Eleanor asked.

"Fine, mother," Patrick replied and sat down with his mother on the couch.

"I can see that, Patrick. When will you finally marry? As you know that your father and I aren't getting any younger. Or don't you want us to see the next heir of Anderson Corporations?" Mrs. Eleanor inquired again.

Patrick frowned and sighed, "Hmm..."

"Son," his mother called to his attention again, and Patrick replied, "Mom, you don't have to worry about your death yet, okay. I will think about a bride soon, probably this week or next week."

"Okay, son," Mrs. Eleanor replied with a smile, while Patrick stood up from the living room couch to retire back to his chamber, 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, son?" Mrs. Eleanor asked, getting a little worried about what was going wrong between Patrick and his girlfriend, and what was stopping them from marrying, as they were so in-love.

Patrick felt his forehead become sweaty by his mother's questions. He looked away and met eye contact with their new maid named Loveth Logan, and she smiled at him and blushed as she continued with her mopping of the tiled floor happily.

Patrick's dark-grey unique-colored eyes scanned Loveth's 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.

Patrick quickly stared away from Loveth, and he looked back at his mother and replied, "Mom, Willow traveled out without informing me about it, as she had refused to give me a proper explanation too."

Patrick couldn't tell his mother the truth related to why he broke up with Willow Albert, the cheap slut that 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."

"Mom..." Patrick stiffened and stared back at his mother unbelievably. Forcing a fake smile and menacing laughter, he replied, "Mom, I am very tired now, and I need to return to my room."

"Okay, son," Mrs. Eleanor replied, and watched Patrick walk away to the elevator.

Mrs. Eleanor saw Loveth, and she called Patrick back, "Son... have you met 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 stared back at Loveth, who was already through in mopping the tiled floor, and she bowed her head lowered to him as she felt his cold, piercing gaze on her.

"How do you see her, Patrick? Your eldest sister Isabel Owen actually recommended her services to us, and she's like a daughter to me and helps me a lot, as I am already old and cannot work much. Come, Loveth," Mrs. Eleanor stopped talking and she signaled to Loveth to come.

"Loveth, meet my son, Master Patrick Anderson, sole heir to Anderson Corporation."

Loveth stopped in front of Patrick's view, and she bowed her head lowered and respectfully to him, and she spoke, "It's my honor to meet you, sir."

Patrick froze as he stood speechless and sank into some deep thinking. Was this some sort of temptation or set-up by his mother?

Her eyes were so shining black like a p***y. Her nose was very sharp-pointed, her lips naturally pink without lip gloss, and her long natural blonde hair was packed into a ponytail.

Her skin also looked flawless, like milk and honey mixed together. And Patrick took some time assessing her beauty until his mother's words finally snapped him out of his assessment.

"I see you that you like her... She's also a very good cook, and I cannot help but feel younger and love her the more."

"Hmm..." Patrick's eyes finally narrowed at Loveth.

He stared back at his mother and replied, "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 p.m., and I need to be ready for it."

Patrick immediately walked away and went into the elevator, without waiting for his mother's response, and he went up to the fourth floor.

Patrick arrived at the fourth floor and stepped out from the elevator into his sitting room, and he cussed out, "F*CK!" as he was very annoyed and he didn't want to end up marrying a loose bitchy.

Furthermore, Patrick approached his sitting room couch and dropped his briefcase and coat on the couch. He walked ahead to his sitting room bar to take out an alcoholic wine there, as he was angry and he couldn't believe that Willow would cheat on him with his rival, Tony Miles.

Patrick took out an alcoholic wine bottle from the bar, popped it open, and drank the red wine content directly from the bottle mouth.

He staggered, feeling the wine's effect on him, and he sat down on a stool closer to the bar top.

Patrick finished drinking the wine bottle in his hand, and he took out another wine bottle and popped it open again. He cussed out, "I hate you, Willow."

Just then, Patrick heard his sitting room door slide open, and he stared backward and saw a beautiful maid step into his sitting room with a tray of his evening meal in her hands.