Master Patrick Anderson stood up from his executive office seat and dragged himself up, as he was thru for the day's work at 8pm sharp. His assistant Jeff Hudson knocked and stepped into his executive office painted in ash-grey colour. "Good evening boss, are you leaving for home now?."

Master Patrick dressed in a red colored packet shirt stared to his assistant like a piece of trash and he walked out from his seat, and picked up his black coat as he was wearing a black trouser. He wore his black coat on top of his red packet shirt to prevent the cold weather from hitting his cool dark skin and freezing him to death and he didn't utter any word to Jeff Hudson as he snatched his briefcase away from his office desk and adjusted his neck tie properly. In a single final glanced, he stepped out from his ash-grey colour office from his luxurious hotel going home and leaving Jeff Hudson speechless.

He owned a vast range of secret business he does in the state and his mind was preoccupied with a lot of thought, ranging from his parents that has been disturbing him to bring a wife home, down to the list of competitors he has wanting to take him down and away from the business world.

He has kept series of multiple identities and none knew who the real Patrick Anderson was as he kept his business strategies coded.

He breathed out a cold breath feeling the snow weather and he entered the elevator on the 8th floor that took him straight to the last floor of his 10th-storey multimillion dollar hotel in the states.

His bodyguards stood aside guarding him and he walked out and towards the Prado jeep made available to take him home.

He stared back to Jeff rushing to join him in his Prado jeep and he didn't wait as he entered and sat into his Jeep and his guards shut the back door closed while Jeff immediately opened the front seat door and slide into the front driving seat and started the Jeep engine not wanting to anger him.

He drove back home to the Anderson resident, and he slowed down and drove into the garage and parked.

Master Patrick Anderson stepped down and walked straight to their mansion.

He was angered, and his blood constantly boiled as he clicked his black shoes on the cemented ground and walked into the four storey building mansion.

"Good evening sir, Welcome!" His new maid Loveth Logan greeted him as he entered the first grand hall of their mighty 4-storey building mansion and he paused and stared to her like a piece of trash and didn't responded as he walked in straight and threw his briefcase to the nearest couch, taking off his black coat and hanging it on his shoulder as he walked straight to the elevator going upstairs to his mega rooms.

His mother Mrs Eleanor Anderson, a 70yrs old woman stepped out from a room downstairs as she suffered kneecaps pains and she stared to Loveth still mobbing the tiled floor irritably.

She frowned and saw her son wanting to enter the elevator that the doors dings opened.

"Son!.." Her voice trailed as she called him back and he paused and stared back to his mother angrily, knowing there was nothing else that she and his promiscuous father expected of him other than giving them a heir.

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

"Good evening mother." His greeting rolled out from his lips like a whisper as he clutched tighter to his black coat and briefcase and he walked back to meet her, feeling the heat from the warmer warming his cool dark skin.

He approached his mother whom was 70yrs of age and she smiled faintly to him as he approached her and gave her a warm hug, and escorted her back to sit on one of the couch.

"Son, when will you finally marry?. You .. know . your father.. and I ain't getting any younger, or don't you want us to see the next heir of Anderson cooperation?."

He swallowed and stared downwards, feeling his forehead sweaty as even as there was snow, with the warmer cooling the grand hall, he felt sick at that instant with his mother's question.

"Son.." His aged mother, Eleanor Anderson, called to his attention again and he sighed

"Mother, you don't worry about your death yet, I will think about a bride soon, okay?."

She nodded and he stood up and hung his black coat to his shoulder.

"How about Willow Albert, your girlfriend, why not make an arrangement to go marry her at once, or what's the matter?.'

He stepped away in silence and he turned and meet eyes with their new maid Loveth Logan and she blushed and stared downwards as she continued with her mopping the tiled floor.

His dark grey unique eyes scanned her waist in her

pink maid uniform and she looked so beautiful, making him wondered whom had purposely employed her to work in their mansion.

He loosen his neck tie and removed it as he rolled it in his palms and shifted his gaze back to his mother.

"Mom, Willow travelled out without informing me about it. And like that's not enough, she has refused to give me a proper explanation of leaving me and our relationship." He forged that to his mother, off course he couldn't tell her the truth, related to why he broke up with Willow, that cheap **** that was 24hrs horny and fell for any available rod that wants to ****** into her secret cave.

"Son, but I spoked to her yesterday and she said you both are fine and still together.' He stiffened and stared back to his mother unbelievably.

Forcing a fake smile and menacing laughter, he nodded.

"Mom, Am tired, I will get back to you, and probably next week, I will look for a bride, since that's what you want."

"Okay son." She smiled and he turned to leave and return back upstairs to his executive rooms, but her voice stopped him again.

"Son, have you meet Loveth Logan?. She's a new maid from west wood and her mother is one of the charitable women contributing to building the economy."

He paused and stared back to Loveth, that was now thru mopping and she bowed her head lowered as she felt his burning cold gaze on her.

"Son, how do you see her?. Your eldest sister Isabel recommended her services and she's like a daughter to me and helps me a lot, as am already old and cannot work much."

Mrs Eleanor stopped talking and stared to Loveth and she signalled to her to come.

"Loveth, meet my son, Master Patrick Anderson, Sole heir to Anderson cooperation."

Loveth walked forward to Patrick's view and she bowed her head lowered respectably to him.

"Is a honor to meet you sir." She spoked, but he remained quiet.

Was this some sort of temptation, or set up by his mother.

Her eyes so shinning black like a *****, her nose very sharp pointed, her lips naturally pink without lip gloss, and her long natural blonde hair parked in a ponytail.

Her skin looked to flawless, like milk and honey mixed together and he saw, he took time assessing her beauty until his mother's words finally snapped him out from his assessment.

"I see you like her son. 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 her and he nodded.

"Fine mother, good to see she's taking care of you, I have to go upstairs now, I have some important online business meeting to catch-up with by 10pm and I need to be ready for it."

Without his mother's response, he turned and walked away from them and walked back to the elevator that took him upstairs.

"F*CK!" He cursed out as he stepped into his executive sitting room upstairs and the two maids their quickly greeted him, "Welcome boss!."

"Shut up, and get out!." He thundered at them and without warning they immediately ran out from the fourth floor sitting room, as he used the fourth floor all to himself and the third and second floor was used by his elder sisters, before they got married.

He threw his black coat and necktie to the nearest couch and he walked to his bar to take out an alcoholic wine.

The was nothing else that irks him than thought of ending up marrying a loose bitchy.

He opened the wine bottle and gulped the wine directly from the bottle, finishing it in a go, he staggered feeling the wine effect on him, and he sat on the stool closer to the bar and popped opened another bottle.

"Hate you Willow!" He cursed and heard his sitting room door slides opened.

Patrick turned to stared to the entrance as he felt sluggish like he was weightless and staring to her face, he felt drawn to walked up to her and seized her.

Loveth walked into his living room with her cute chubby round face meeting his gaze and she carried a tray of his evening meal in her hands as her madam had ordered her to deliver his dinner to him upstairs.

Patrick clutched tighter to the third alcoholic wine he was gulping and he removed the wine bottle slowly from his sinful lips as she stopped in front of him and flashed him the most beautiful smile he has ever seen.

"Sorry to bother you sir, but mother said I should deliver this meal to you. Where can I keep it?" She asked him and he dropped the wine bottle on the bar top and stood up sluggishly and meet her gaze as her black shinning eyes immediately stared away from him, and to the trays in her hands.

He staggered towards her and sniffed her like a dog and she froze at his sudden behavior.

Loveth had never seen a handsome guy like him. She had refused at first when her mother had spoken to her about moving into the Anderson's home to serve elderly Mrs Eleanor Anderson. It was after much pleading from her mother and younger two sisters, Janet and Juliet, that she finally accepted and parked into the mansion.

Seeing the handsome man dressed in a red expensive shinning shirt and black long trouser, she felt her blood pressure arising and her hold on the tray tightened, when he sniffed her like a dog.

Does she smell bad?, She wondered as her cute smile faded.

He ignored her and sauntered to his inner chambers and she was left speechless as she didn't knew what to do.

Mrs Eleanor Anderson had told her that her son had weak stomach from birth and she should ensure that he fed well as she gave birth to him at a much older age.

She gripped on the tray, containing a plate of jollof rice and friend turkey laps and some freshly cooked pepper-soup with scented leaves and she hesitated on where to drop the tray in her hands.

Standing there for a while and not seeing the young master of the house stepping out from the door he has entered as she didn't even knew which room he was as she wasn't the maid responsible for tidying up his rooms.

This was just her second day and second night working with them as she hadn't seen him the precious day she resumed as he left early to work.

She breathed out heavily and stared around his wide living room.

From the purple colored seven couch placed around in different locations, to his standing shelves containing some books that she felt drawn to check, to the walls of his living room painted in white color.

She realized the Anderson loves the color white as every corner of the 4-storey building was painted in white, including the outer views.

She sighed and walked to the bar to dropped his dinner there as she didn't knew what to do next.

She hesitated for a while to approached the door he had stepped in and knocked in it and she shook her head and stepped backwards, walking to the exit door and entering back into the elevator that immediately took her downstairs.

She saw elder Mrs Eleanor retiring back to her room downstairs as her husband wasn't around and had travelled for some medical treatment. Mrs Eleanor smiled to her, and waved to her to come closer.

"Come!" She said, like a whisper and Loveth sauntered to meet her.

"Yes ma'am."

"Has he eaten his dinner?, Did he like the meal?" Mrs Eleanor questioned in a series of questions and Loveth swallowed and stared downwards.

"No mother. He didn't respond and left me and went back into one of the rooms."

Mrs Eleanor frowned and Loveth felt sorry for her.

She didn't said anything next as she knew her son was stubborn and very cold and wouldn't ate his meal.

She continued her slowly walking to her chamber and Loveth, not comfortable with Mrs Eleanor's sad face immediately rushed up to her.

"Ma, Should I..?"

Elderly Mrs Eleanor stopped and stared to Loveth.

"What is it?" She asked slowly, trying not be harsh.

"Should I go and check on him again, to know if he has eaten his dinner?."

Elderly Mrs Eleanor nodded and Loveth being the happy lady she was, immediately darted away and rushed back to the elevator going upstairs to Master Patrick Anderson chambers on the fourth floor.

Master Patrick Anderson just stepped out from his bathroom and he didn't even wrapped his white towel round his waist as he loved stepping out bare and unclad, since he was in his room.

He remembered the looks of his mother's new maid and he shook his head in rejection as he dried cleaned his wet tauted body.

He loves to gym and his bicep and chiseled chest wall was a hot striking body to behold.

He remembered the photos of his bitchy girlfriend Willow Albert in the arms of his rival Tony Miles and his brows furrowed.

Willow thought he was stupid and didn't had enough informant and she agreed and travelled out with Tony to New York city to have fun and wild bangs.

His hold on his towel tightened as Tony knew he loved Willow so much and intended to marry her. Tony was a 29 years old bastard and CEO to Miles cooperation and he was always in competition with him. Copying everything his hotel does, monitoring his private businesses and even wanting to extract some personal information about his top sponsors from his mobile thru his girlfriend Willow.

Willow was 24yrs old, hot brunette beauty with melanin popping skin. She was slim figured with simple sexy shape as she had small sized ****** like oranges. He breathed out in anger, remembering he had a business meeting with some private sponsors by 10pm and staring to his magnificent room wall clock time, he saw the time to be 9:15pm sharp.

He sighed and dried his short black hair roughing it as he squeezed it dried properly and stop dripping down water to his bare masculine body.

He walked to his wide full-view wall mirror by his right side of his executive room painted in white color, and the golden color chandelier hanging brightly on the ceiling with the milk coloured curtains hanging on the wall.

He stared to his handsome dark reflection as his chandelier was displaying brighter lights and he frowned to his reflection in the mirror.

He was handsome, hot blooded and yet Willow chosed to cheat on him with a yellow rod Tony.

He stared to his member size and shook his head in irritation as a lot of ladies gawked at him and pleasured him in the hotel, but he chosed Willow as she was hot and charming melanin popping model.

He had thought she was innocent as she got that innocent poor girl looks on her deceitful face, but banging her and realizing she was no ****** but a wild bitchy on bed, he still loved her craziness and how she over powered him in bed.

He was no saint either, but night and office romance with her, was incredibly fun as he also owned a Celebrity cover magazine that shoot and displayed past event hosted in his hotel.

As he continued to stared to his handsome unclad reflection in the mirror, that Willow had dumped for his rival, whom was also huge and taller as Tony Miles was two years older than him. Just then he heard the sound off the elevator leading into his chamber dings opened and he was sure that the new maid his mother had introduced to had left before.

He thought probably it was another maid that came in to picked up something and he was so sure they wouldn't even dared to near his room.

He threw his towel to the executive chair in his room and he neared the drawer closer to his wide wall mirror and took out his cream, to cream his hard body.

He was drunk a little and having remembered about his hot nights with Willow, he felt his rod hardened at the thought of it and he groaned and applied the cream to his palms to rub it.

Loveth stepped into the wide living room belonging to the younger house master like other maids called him and she stared around his sitting room.

She didn't saw him around and knew he would still be in the room he had stepped into. She remembered his mother had said he had weak stomach and she walked to his bar and carried up his tray of food that was almost getting cold and she approached his room door.

The room door wasn't locked and holding the trays in her both hands, she wasn't able to knocked, so she used her leg and pushed his room door opened and she walked in.

Patrick just finished rubbing his arms and thighs when his room door flung opened. He was without clothes and had threw his white towel to the couch and the young lady without warning, stepped into his personal chamber carrying a tray of food in her arms and he got confused if she hasn't left before.

"Oh my!" Loveth exclaimed as she hadn't thought of seeing the young master without clothes.

She swallowed and almost lost grip of the tray of meal in her hands and remembering his mother had told her that he had weak stomach she clutched to the tray tighter as she swallowed and immediately stared downwards.

"Am sorry, I didn't mean too.."

Patrick stared at her for a seconds confusedly as he hadn't thought of some to invade his privacy.

His blood boils hot and he also lost word to respond to her as she stood with the tray he had previously seen with her.

Not hearing any response from him, Loveth contemplated if to dropped the tray of the meal around in his large room or if to walked out back with it and she heard him questioned, "What are you doing in here?."

She raised her head up to stared to him and her black eyes came in contact with his rod that stood facing her and she swallowed and immediately stared downwards.

"I came to deliver your dinner. Mother said you had weak stomach and I felt it import to bring your dinner to you as she looked sad, when I told her that you didn't responded and left me, going back to your rooms."

She raised her head up and saw him walking back to the purple colored executive chair and she realized he loved purple colored seats.

Patrick picked up his towel and tied it round his waist first and he stared back to her angrily.

"Bring it over here and drop it on this table and leave" he ordered.

Loveth immediately sauntered closer to him, as he stood beside the table and the seat and she approached the table and as she wanted to dropped the tray on the table, her arms mistakenly brushed passed his and she froze as she felt.goosebumps all over her.

"Sorry sir" she spoked like a whisper as she became afraid knowing the man was subtly aroused before she stepped in.

She hadn't slept with a man before, but her best friend Nancy Leo, a fair 22rlyrs old lady had spoken to her so much about men and the advantage of dating richer men.

She was from an average home, they weren't poor, neither were they rich but they lived a normal lives as her mother works with the local council as a servant there, while her father was a taxi driver.

She felt her blood became hot as the shameless handsome dark looking man leaned closer to her and before she could jumped away from him, he held her back by grabbing her slim curvy waist as she was still in her maid uniform and hadn't retired back to her room to change into her nightgown.

"Why do you smell of milk?" he asked her as he sniffed her and she flipped her head over to meet his handsome gaze, so closer to her view.

She lost words to replied to his question as they were both standing so closer and she felt something poked her beneath making her to shudder and he let go off her a little and stared to her pretty yellow face.

"Have we meet before?" he asked her again, confusing her the more, and before she could responded to him, his sinful lips brushed hers and without warning, kissed her lips, given her the utmost shocked of her life as she hadn't kissed a guy before.. Not even her village boyfriend asking her out.

His kiss deepened and slides his second hands down to gripped one of her backpack. She wanted to pushed him away with the new surge of feelings that splashed thru her as she didn't knew him before, and hadn't slept with a guy before but her hands became numbed and rather encircled his waist and she found herself succumbing to all the dirty kisses he did on her.

He carried her up and she held his head for support as she kissed him in returned responding to his hot kisses on her.

She was weak and she knew it. She hadn't thought of fallen so cheap for her madam's son.. How would her mother react when they found out that she shamelessly slept with her boss's only son on the second day of her working with them.

She was only 20years old and the handsome man like he knew her weak spot, carried her up and placed her gently on his king-size bed covered in white bedspread.

He removed his towel exposing his hard full length to her and she feared and immediately sat up back on his bed.

"Am sorry sir, please let me go!" She begged him with her pleading black eyes.

Patrick was hot, and he couldn't listened to her. He knew she was scared because she was new and his mother's maid, but he felt, she knew he was without clothes and purposely came into his room to offered herself to him, as he was already feeling hot before she entered.

"Why are you calling me sir?" He asked her as he cupped her cheeks with his both palms and turned her head to face him as he rubbed his fingers to brush her lips.

"Your lips looks so naturally pink, did you rub something on it?" He asked surprising her as their eyes meet.

"No" She responded, but as she wanted to sat up properly, her right hand mistakenly touched his rod and he moaned, making her gasped in horror and she stared to the hard little man in between his thighs.

"Am sorry, I didn't mean to touch you there!." Her face was filled with horror and he nodded and took her right hand and placed it on his rod by himself.

"You can touch me there if you want, Isn't that why you're here?."

He asked her, and before she could responded, he leaned forward and kissed her neck, tracing her neckline and up to her lips, he caught her lips again and kissed her hungrily as he felt all his raging nerves calmed by her smooth body.

He slides her maid gown upwards to find her inner center as he wanted to feel ever corners of her.

Ranging from her outer cave, her navel button, her boobs and every God given feminine bodily assets that she has, he want to ravish it all.

Loveth, melted at his touched as whatever magic his hands was doing, her body obeyed like it had a mind of its own.

She forgot she brought his dinner and he was supposed to eat it but rather she ended up in bed with him.

He slide his finger into her pant and touched her center and she stiffened and jerked, wanting to pull away from him by force as she parted her lips away from his and stared to him afraid.

"What's the problem?, haven't you done it before?." He asked her raising a brow as he stared to her pretty cute chubby face wanting to kiss her the more, but she shook her head.

He loved the taste of her lips and didn't want her to stepped down nor stopped either as she kissed him so softly, a taste different from other ladies he has ever came across.

He touched her thigh but she pushed his hands away and stared to his face and he rather played with his rod to give himself a hand massage as he felt he wanted to burst, not having any warm place to relax and discharged his seeds.

Seeing him stroking his rod in her view, Loveth felt her center and inner cave dripping wet and she groan and felt drawn to staring to his size.

It was big, far bigger than the little street boys she had seen.

A soft gasps escaped her lips and he removed his hand he has used in stroking his rod and touched her lips.

"Can you suck it for me, it will make me feel better?."

She gasped again in horror, staring from his rod and to his face and she shook her head

"No.. How can I do that?" She asked him nervously and he frowned, not wanting to believe that she hadn't slept with a man before.

Seeing him getting annoyed and wanting to stood up from the bed, she immediately grabbed his left arms and with the little force she used to stop him as he was drunk, she ended up pulling him to fall on-top of her on his bed.

Patrick stared to her face.

The alcohol he has drank made him weak and he lost his stamina when she had simply pulled him back to wait.

His head rested on big bossom and he wanted her maid gown off that instant to feel her watermelons.