Break Up

"What's it man, I have been staring at you for hours now waiting for you to speak and you're silent about it. What's the problem?" Charles questioned and Patrick sighed and finally stood up, walking back to his office seat.

"I don't know. It just seemed to me like I had sex with one of our maid last night, but am trying to think of it as a lie. But seeing the stained on my mattress and how she blushed staring to me at our dinning, I just felt guilty and scared" Patrick said and Charles bursted out laughing again, making Patrick angrier.

"What's so funny guy?!."

"Am sorry, What's going on with you Patrick?. Are you sure, you don't need to visit a doctor, because I don't get you at all. This minute, You wanna break up with Willow, next you're infatuated with your maid."

"Am not infatuated with any maid. You know I cannot have anything to do with a maid!. A low class, poverty stricken lady.. No way!. I love women with class, ladies with standard and not some cheap ass lady" Patrick ranted and sat on his executive office seat while Charles walked up to meet him and sat on the opposite guest seat across to Patrick.

"But you just stated you saw stains on your sheet. Does that mean you deflowered her?" Charles questioned and Patrick's brow knotted.

"No!."

"In-short I don't know!" Patrick breathed out heavily and shook his head.

"What happened to you man, How wouldn't you know?. Did you got drunk last night, like how would you bang a lady without remembering?. Did she drug you or brought something to you and you ate it?" Charles asked and Patrick held his head with his both hands and he tried to think.

"I don't know. I tried to remember all that happened but none. I only remembered having a dream, where I made love to a lady, very beautiful and fair, with smooth skin, but I cannot remember her face.. But her eyes, it just looked like the maid's eyes by I doubt I had anything to do with her."

"And the stain on your mattress, how would you explained that?" Charles questioned and Patrick stared away.

Charles stood up and stared away from Patrick and he stared back to the sofabed and purple couch and he spoked.

"First I warned you not to get drunk. You had a weak stomach and you cannot handle even one bottle of alcohol and now you had a memory loss on what you did with your maid. What if you forced yourself on her?."

"No!.. I can never do that" Patrick retorted.

"Then, what will you do, now that you don't have any memory about the night?" Charles questioned and Patrick shook his head.

"That's not a problem Charles. I will check the security footage to find out for myself what happened between us" Patrick replied and Charles breathed out in relief.

"That sounds better, and as for Willow, Why don't you officially breakup with her. I know love drove you to propose to her and now it has gone sour, Would you forgive her and accept her back or you will officially breakup with her, as everyone still knows that she's your girlfriend and fiancee?" Charles questioned and Patrick smirked.

"I know what to do, there's no need disclosing my plans yet, I will strike back in her own coins."

Charles frowned and he saw it clearly that Patrick didn't even trusted him either.

"Is alright, whatever you're planning to do, just be careful not to harm her, you know her father is a billionaire and they will be ready to tear you down and crumble down your father's earned sweat."

"Never mind Charles. Am not gonna harm Willow. I will only play along with her, like I told you, until I officially moved on. And as for the medias.. Am not ready to disclose anything to them.. She will do that herself. Thanks to the proof Tony sent to me, so am not afraid of anything" Patrick smirked as he stared to Charles and Charles nodded.

"That's good to know. Am leaving, I just texted my girlfriend I will be home soon. You know how Mila behaves?."

"Sure, I don't" Patrick laughed and Charles finally shook his head and smiled, seeing his friend laughing.

"I have to be on my way now. We chat later Patrick" Charles said and he walked out from the seat across to Patrick and Patrick stood up and shook hands with him.

"It's still early to be home because of your girlfriend, anyways send my regards to her" Patrick tapped on Charles shoulder and Charles only smiled and walked out.

Patrick sat back on his office seat and resumed, typing on his computer, checking some of his other businesses. He swirled his office seat and thought for a while about checking the footage record of the previous night in his home. He sighed and just then he got a call on his private phone and it was from Willow.

He immediately ended the call and blocked her line straight and he cursed out, "Fool!. What did she took me for?."

He resumed typing and after a short while, he stood up to take a tour around his hotel, to examine all their staffs employed.

He was the overall manager and his staffs knew him to be cold, unfilling and any single error, he fired the staff straight.

"Good afternoon boss" The cleaners greeted him as soon as he stepped out from his office and he stared backwards to them and paused and he handed them the remote control key to clean up his office, while he walked out and took the elevator going downstairs.

He meet with Jeff and Jeff gave him a proper brief on the rest of their staffs, ranging from the room service, the porter, the night auditors, the cook, the chef and all the staffs working in his luxurious hotel.

Touring from the eighth floor down to the first floor, and he spoked to Jeff.

"Get my suit and telephone from my office, Am tired and want to leave for home."

"Okay boss."

Jeff excused him and he stared round the lobby and to the receptionist smiling to him in the front desk office.

He walked out to the garage and he decided to wait for Jeff to return as Jeff was hired as his personal assistant and driver as well.

Few minutes later Jeff returned with his blue suit jacket and telephone and walked to the garage to drove out Venza Jeep to Patrick's front.

Patrick sat in while Jeff ignited on the engine and drove him home.

***

Willow was in her father's mansion sullen and boiling.

She had one elder brother and a younger sister, and they were all happy of her engagement with Patrick the previous month March.

Patrick was handsome. Hot looking, and his angry face even charmed ladies the more.

She wasn't ready to settle down in the name of marriage as she feared it was a cage to withdraw her from her modelling career and flaunting her beauty in making babies with him but now she regretted it and felt dirty, weak and unhappy.

Sitting inside her room on the second floor and on her bed, Willow cried and scattered her long braided hair.

"I love Patrick. I really do love him" She cried as she held her phone and stared to it, realizing he had blocked her line as the call was no longer connecting.

She gripped tighter to her phone in frustration and wanted to flung it away and just then she heard a sharp knock on her chamber door, making her to sniffed and to quickly wiped off her tears and she jumped down from her bed and darted into her bathroom as she remembered her room door wasn't locked and without warning her young sister sauntered into her room

"Willow, where are you?" Hazel called out and Willow quickly switched on the tap in the bathroom and pretended like she was pooping.

"Willow, are you in there?" Hazel approached the bathroom door and clicked on it to open, surprising Willow and she quickly responded.

"Am in here!. Just go away first, we chat later!."

"Sure sister?. What are you doing?" Hazel asked and Willow flared up.

"Cannot talk from here so leave!."

"Okay!" Hazel exited the room and Willow sighed and washed her face.

"What should I do now, Patrick has blocked me?" Willow questioned herself and walked out from the bathroom and back to her room, staring around as she was still in her red short gown.

"Maybe I should just pack my bags and moved over to their mansion, beside he asked me to move in with him before. Patrick doesn't have any lady in his life yet, so am certain he will forgive me."

Willow quickly darted to her box of clothes that she had used to travelled to had fun with Tony Miles and she quickly arranged it and zipped close her bag, to leave to Patrick's mansion.