Chapter 5: Morning Feelings

Patrick woke up the following morning with a headache. He sat up on his bed and stared around, trying to remember the hot dream he had the previous night.

“Fụck!” he cursed.

“What happened here?” he asked again. Just then he heard a knock on his door, pulling him out of his rival’s thoughts. As he stared at the door that flung open, Jeff Hudson stepped in.

“Good morning, boss,” Jeff greeted Patrick and stared at him in surprise, seeing the young master still sitting on his bed and clutching his head with his right palm to support his aching head.

Patrick wanted to slide out of his bed and realized he was stark naked. Jeff swiftly glanced away, even though he was older than Patrick. Patrick was still his boss.

“Get out!” Patrick commanded.

Jeff hastily responded, “Yes, boss!” and exited the room, wondering what had gone wrong with his boss. He went out to receive the company’s call from some private clients who were asking why the young Anderson had missed the meeting with their members the previous night.

Patrick slid out of his bed, trying to remember the dream he had the previous night. He remembered a beautiful, fair woman in his arms and they were both making love, but he could not remember her face.

“But her eyes …” Patrick said as he frowned and stared back at his bed, wanting to pull the bedspread away. He saw the red stain.

“Oh my goodness! What happened here?” Patrick exclaimed.

Jeff, who was still standing behind the door after he had excused the young master, swiftly darted back into the room, ending the call. He stared at his boss in shock as he saw him naked and also the stain on the bed.

Jeff got confused as he stared at Patrick.

“Get out, and give me some privacy,” Patrick said.

“I’m sorry, boss. I heard you scream.” Jeff swallowed and exited the room, not really understanding his annoying boss.

Since Patrick had graduated and resumed his office position as the CEO of Anderson Group, managing all his father’s secret business and public affairs, Patrick had become bitter.

Jeff wondered why the young billionaire would feel that way when his parents had left him a billion-dollar fortune.

Jeff shook his head as he exited his boss’s sitting room. He walked into the elevator and went down to the ground floor. He exited the building and went outside to wait at the garage as the time was 8 a.m. on a bright Wednesday morning.

“Wasn’t it a dream?” Patrick asked himself as he flung his bedspread away. He felt irritated at seeing the dried, red stain on his white bedspread.

Patrick walked to his large, exquisite bathroom to shower, believing he might have injured himself and bled the previous night. He switched on the shower faucet and quickly took his bath as he noticed he was late.

Patrick was the boss, so he was not afraid of anything. He owned the mega Anderson Hotel and Suites and other fashion and blog magazines. He also ran his father’s oil business, and he had a lot of personal businesses he sponsored.

Quickly, Patrick bathed and stepped out of his bathroom. As he walked to his room, he stared at the bedspread he had thrown to the tiled floor and avoided it, trying not to think deeply about the possibility of the stain.

Patrick walked to his wardrobe and brought out a blue suit with a white shirt. He dressed up quickly, putting on his black shorts and singlet first.

Patrick held his blue trousers and put them on. Just then he heard a subtle knock on his chamber door again.

However, Patrick knew it was his mother’s maids who had arrived to clean his room because he had woken up late instead of at the usual 7 a.m.

Patrick strode to his large wall mirror hanging brightly on his right side and stared at his handsome reflection. Just then an image flashed in his mind and his heart panicked.

“What was that?” Patrick asked himself as he shook his head, remembering someone had bumped into his chamber the previous night when he was naked and staring at his wall mirror.

His grey eyes narrowed at the remembrance. He strode back to his room door and angrily flung it open to see who the intruder was, as he still believed all that had happened the previous night was only a dream.

Patrick opened his room door wider in anger and saw two slim maids who were dark in complexion and dressed in their pink gowns standing in his view. His anger boiled.

“What do you want here? Can’t you wait for me to leave first before you come into my room? Get out!” Patrick slammed his door hard on them and walked back to his reading table. He saw the tray of food covered there, and his brows furrowed.

“Obviously it wasn’t a dream,” Patrick murmured as he frowned. He placed his hands around his hip, trying to remember who brought the meal the previous night.

“That new maid. My goodness!” Patrick exclaimed and walked back to his bedspread. He picked it up and sniffed it again, and he touched the red stains.

His fist tightened as he realized it was no dream. He threw the bedspread onto the bed and walked to his study table and opened the plate of food.

“Loveth had brought it last night, and she dared to peep on me. But how come?”

Patrick shook his head in denial, grabbed his briefcase and held his blue jacket in his right arm, as he walked out of his chamber.

Patrick stared at the two maids waiting for him to be through. Obviously it was not any of them, as they had flat chests.

Still, Patrick glanced away from the maids and strode toward the elevator going down to the first floor. He stepped out of the elevator and walked into the first floor, while his mother was already seated in the dining room and smiling at him as someone sat across from her.

Patrick heard his mother discussing with the person.

He kept his briefcase down on a nearby couch and put on his suit jacket to look work-smart.

Just as Patrick grabbed his briefcase again and stared up, he saw Willow smiling at him. She was the one sitting with his mother.

“Patrick is here already, ma,” Willow said as she winked at him.

Patrick's eyes narrowed at Willow as he clicked his black shoes on the tiled floor and walked slowly to meet his mother sitting at the dining table.

“Good morning, Mother,” Patrick greeted, as he approached his mother and gave her a warm hug. His mother pulled away from him and smiled.

“My son, your baby is here and I’m so happy to see her,” his mother replied as she smiled at him, but he kept an expressionless face, as he was trying to figure out why Willow had appeared all of a sudden in their family home.

Patrick knew his mother was aware how much he loved Willow, and he had never told his mother about her scandal.

“Patrick, what’s wrong? Didn’t you eat your dinner last night?” she asked.

Patrick's eyes darkened as he heard his mother’s question. Just then he saw the familiar-looking maid step out from the kitchen holding another tray. She looked like sunshine in her pink uniform, a simple dress with her white apron tied in front.

Previously, Loveth was in the kitchen preparing her madam’s tea with the head maid, Aria Jameson.

Aria had been working in the Anderson home for 10 years, and she was 28 years old now.

Loveth prepared the herbal tea in a teacup and carried it out to serve her madam in the dining room. She had not expected her madam’s son to be out and standing beside his mother in the long dining room.

Her grip on the tray tightened as that was the last medicinal tea left, and she did not want to lose hold on it. She walked slowly to the dining and felt all eyes on her.

Willow stared at Patrick and saw him staring at the maid. She was also shocked to see a beautiful young lady like her in the mansion.

The maid approached the dining table and greeted them. “Good morning, ma. Good morning.” She blushed nervously, and Willow shifted her gaze away to stare at Patrick.

Patrick still had his expressionless face on, and Willow knew he was angry with her. She had not thought Tony would record her affairs with him and send it to Patrick.

Willow had wanted to sleep with Tony after he had sent an image of his huge dîck to her W******p chat. But she still loved Patrick very much.

Willow had not thought her secret affair and the reason for her traveling without informing Patrick would leak, as she knew he loved her very much. But Tony made it seem like she had purposely dumped Patrick and chosen him over Patrick.