Drunken Night

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.

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