The Unfilial Boss Woman

Patrick sat on his executive office seat and he stared at more photos of his fiancee, Willow Albert in bed with his rival Tony Miles, and the photos were sent to his phone by his rival.

His blood boiled hot, and after staring at the photos and videos for a while, he stood up from his executive office seat as he had closed for the day and he was going home.

The time was 8pm sharp, and his personal assistant, Jeff Hudson knocked and stepped into his executive office, painted in ash-grey coloured to see him.

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

Patrick wore a red colored packet shirt and black plain trouser, and he stared to Jeff like a piece of trash, but he didn't responded, as he stepped out from his office seat, and he picked up his black coat hanging on his office seat to wore it, and to prevented the ice cold weather from hitting his cool dark skin and freezing him to death. He adjusted his necktie properly and he snatched his briefcase away from his office desk as he turned to leave his office.

In a single final glanced, Patrick walked out of his executive office of his Luxurious hotel and going home while leaving Jeff Hudson speechless.

Patrick owned a vast range of secret businesses that he does in the state, and his mind was preoccupied with a lot of thoughts ranging from his parents that has been disturbing him to bringing a wife home, and down to the list of competitors that 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.

Patrick breathed out a cold breath, as he entered into the elevator on the 8th floor that immediately took him down to the last floor of his 10th storey multimillion dollar hotel in the state, and his bodyguards stood aside guarding him as he stepped out and walked towards his Prado jeep made available to took him home.

He stared back to Jeff Hudson rushing to join him in his Prado Jeep, and he didn't waited as he entered into the back seat and sat, while Jeff immediately slided into the front driving seat, as the bodyguards shut the back door closed.

Jeff ignited on the Jeep engine and drove out, driving the Jeep home to the Anderson's resident and not wanting to angered his boss, as he was Patrick's driver too.

Jeff arrived home, and he drove into the mansion premises and parked, while Patrick stepped down and he walked straight towards their mansion frontage.

Patrick was angered and his blood constantly boiled hot as he clicked his black shoes to the cemented ground and he walked into their mighty 4-storey building.

His mother's new maid, Loveth Logan stood mopping the tiled floor as Patrick walked in.

Loveth paused and she stared at Patrick and greeted him, "Good evening sir, Welcome home."

Patrick paused and he stared irritably at Loveth that greeted him, but he didn't responded, as he walked towards one of the couches that was in the grand floor, and he dropped his briefcase on the milk coloured couch, and he took off his black coat and hung it to his shoulder, while he picked up his briefcase, and set to go up to his chamber that was on the fourth floor.

His mother, Mrs Eleanor Anderson, a 70-years old woman stepped out from her room below, as she suffered kneecap pain and she stared at Loveth irritably that was still mopping the tiled floor, as the rest of the maids were through with their works.

She frowned and she saw her son, wanting to entered into the elevator that the door dinged opened.

"Son.." Her voice trailed as she called him back and Patrick paused and stared back to his mother angrily, As he already knew there was nothing else that she and his father expected of him other than given them a heir.

Patrick has four older sisters but they were all married as his aged mother birthed him lastly after 10-years of his immediate elder sister's birth.

He clutched tightly to his briefcase as he frowned and walked back to meet his mother.

Mrs Eleanor smiled at Patrick as he approached her and gave her a warm hug.

"Good evening mother" Patrick's greeting rolled out from his lips like a whisper, and his mother smiled to him and asked him, "Welcome home son. How was your day today in office?."

"Fine mother." Patrick replied and he walked back to sat down with his mother on the executive 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?" Mrs Eleanor asked and Patrick swallowed, as he felt his forehead sweaty by his mother's questioned.

"Mom.." Patrick groaned and he said, "You don't have to worry about your death yet okay. I will think of a bribe soon, probably this week or next."

"Okay son." Mrs Eleanor smiled to Patrick in relieved, and he stood up to leave but she asked him.

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

Patrick breathed out his seized breath and he turned and stared away from his mother, but he met eyes contact with their new maid, Loveth Logan, and she smiled at him and blushed, as she continued with her mopping the tiled floor happily.

Patrick's dark grey unique coloured eyes scanned her waist in her pink maid uniform, and she look so beautiful making him to gulped and to wondered whom had purposely employed her to work in their mansion.

He loosen his necktie away as he rolled it out in his right palm, and he shifted his gaze back to his mother and spoked, "Mom, Willow travelled out without informing me about it. And like that's not enough, she has refused to given me a proper explanation of leaving me and our relationship."

He forged that, as off course he couldn't told his mother the truth related to why he would broke up with Willow. The cheap slut that was 24hrs horny and fell for any available rod that want to thrust into her secret cave.

"But son, I spoked to Willow yesterday and she told me that you both are fine and still together."

Patrick stiffened and he stared back to his mother unbelievably.

Forcing a fake smile and menacing laughter, he replied, "I'm tired mom, and I will get back to you on this. Probably next week or two, I will look for a bride, since that's what you want."

"Okay son." Mrs Eleanor smiled, and Patrick finally turned to leave, but her voice stopped him again.

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

Patrick paused and he stared back to Loveth that was now through mopping the tiled floor.

Loveth bowed her head lowered, as she felt his Intense cold piercing gazed on her.

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

"Loveth, Meet my son, Master Patrick Anderson, Sole heir to Anderson corporation."

Loveth walked forward to Patrick's view and she bowed her head lowered to him again and spoked, "Is a honor to meet you sir." but Patrick stood speechless as he sank into some deep thinking.

Was these some sort of temptation or set up by his mother?.

Her eyes so shinning black like a pussy. Her nose very sharp pointed. Her lips naturally pink without lip gloss, and her long natural blonde hair was neatly packed and styled into a ponytail.

Her skin looked so flawless, like milk and honey mixed together and Patrick saw that he took some 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 Loveth, and he spoked, "Fine mother. Good to see, she's taking good care of you. I have to go up now, As I have some important online business meeting to catch-up with by 10pm and I need to be ready for it."

"Okay son."

Without waiting for his mother's response, Patrick immediately turned and walked away from them. As he entered into the elevator that immediately went up to the fourth floor.

"F*CK!" Patrick cursed out, as he stepped out from the elevator, and he walk into his sitting room, on the fourth floor and the two maids there quickly greeted him, "Good evening boss, welcome home."

"Shut up, and get out!" Patrick thundered, and without warning the two maids immediately scrambled out, as Patrick used the fourth floor all alone to himself, while the third and second floor were used by his elder sisters, long before they got married or whenever they were around.

Patrick threw his black coat and necktie to the nearest couch, and he dropped his briefcase too on the couch.

He walked towards his bar in his sitting room and he took out an alcoholic wine there to drink as he was angered, and there was nothing else that irked him the most, than thought of him, ending up marrying a loose bitchy.

He popped opened the alcoholic wine bottle in his hands, and he chugged down the wine content directly from the bottle's mouth.

Finishing it in a go as he was still standing, Patrick staggered and he sat back on the black stool closer to the bar top and popped opened another wine bottle.

"Hate you Willow!" Patrick cursed out, and just then he heard his sitting room door slided opened.