A Mistaken Night With The CEO

Chapter 4

After Derrick left his mother's room, he decided to retire to his own room to rest. The night was chilly, and it seemed like it was going to rain soon.

Derrick reflected on what his elder sister had said about him dating Alexa. He liked Alexa but wanted to focus on expanding his father's firm to other states and opening mini branches worldwide.

Returning to his room, Derrick noticed an unfamiliar scent lingering in the air of his bedroom. Switching on the wall switch, his deep blue eyes darkened at the sight of a lady's gown and pants on the tiled marble floor.

Not only that, he heard a feminine voice whispering inside his bathroom. His room was vast, with a study, a sitting room, a library where he studied books before graduating two years ago, and a private gym if he did not want to go to the main gym downstairs, which he shared with his sisters.

All his sisters were married and had left his mother's home. Nicole had been around the previous year, but after finding her second half, she moved out after her extravagant wedding. Derrick was now home alone with his aged mother and the bodyguards guarding their exquisite villa.

His anger boiled as he wondered who had dared to intrude on his privacy and use his bathroom.

One thing Derrick hated was sharing his personal space. He loved his mother and focused all his attention on her, not caring about any younger women. Derrick didn't care about beautiful young women, so who had dared to intrude into his bedroom, knowing no one was allowed to disturb him whenever he was around?

The maids were only allowed to tidy up his room when he had gone to the company, not when he was at home or around the mansion.

With gentle strides, Derrick approached the bathroom door. He could hear the sound of water running and a lady talking in a gentle tone.

Recognizing the voice as that of the maid he had observed earlier, Derrick's midnight eyes darkened. He turned the bathroom door handle, intending to deal with the maid personally before handing her over to the guards to dismiss her.

However, Derrick hadn't expected to see her náked. As the bathroom door opened, Miranda got out of the bathtub and was shocked to see his eyes filled with rage.

Miranda was stunned for a moment as Derrick's eyes roamed over her body. Of course, she had an hourglass figure, with full and plump brẹasts and extremely seductive hips.

Miranda was standing before the housemaster completely nude, and Derrick, who had not seen a nàked woman before, found it extremely hard to control his arousal.

Without being told, Miranda quickly snatched one of the white towels in the bathroom and wrapped it around her chest to hide her nude body from his preying eyes.

"I am sorry, Master. I didn't mean to bathe here," Miranda's soothing voice filled the air of the bathroom. She wanted to get away, but seeing Derrick rooted at the door, she was scared for her life.

She still needed her maid job to establish herself and was not ready to lose it yet.

Derrick was as hard as a rock. His member was on the brink of exploding. He hadn't felt such intense desire before. The maid's voice trigger all his body to consume her, but after seeing her sexy body, he doubted he could resist such temptation.

Derrick would have preferred it if Miranda were mute, but she dared to speak and made him feel even more aroused.

"Shut up! What gave you the right to bathe here? Is this where maids are supposed to bathe?" Derrick's voice was incoherent. Gosh, he couldn't speak well like the boss he was. Seeing her body, he wanted to consume her immediately, but he hadn't had s*x before. What if he hurt her on the bed? No, this was not the plan.

"I am sorry, sir. I—"

"I said, shut up. Get out of here!" Derrick shouted, and Miranda hastily ran out of the bathroom with the towel. She didn't even wrap it around her body properly and slipped, hitting her head on the wall.

Derrick was aghast, thinking Miranda had passed out from the force of the fall. He didn't know when he rushed to her side and asked, "Are you alright? Does your head hurt?"

Derrick knew if Miranda died in his bedroom, he would be framed for murder. He had many enemies. At such a young age, he had become a billionaire overnight after inheriting his father's wealth. Even his bodyguards and assistants wouldn't dare back him. They would be the first to expose the murder case to the police inspector, so he had to make sure the maid was alright and not dead from the force of the fall.

Miranda felt like she was seeing double, seeing the housemaster kneeling beside her, touching her head, and examining if she was alive. She wanted to pretend she was dead to savor more of his delicious aroma.

'Oh, he scented so divine,' and she was dripping wet to have him. Miranda thought even if she had died, Master Derrick's cologne was enough to raise the dead, and her body would resurrect just to be with him.

"Hey, are you alright?" Derrick caressed Miranda's cheek, unaware of the effect he had on her. Miranda pretended to be unconscious but moaned, and Derrick pushed her away.

"So you're pretending with me all along that you're unconscious!" Derrick was furious. He had never touched a woman before, and most women avoided touching him. The only women who had touched him were his mother and older sisters. When he was younger, they mostly fondled his cheeks and carried him. As he grew older, only his mother still touched his cheeks, calling him her baby.

"No, sir... I was not... pretending," Miranda stretched the words as she spluttered, still seeing double. She wanted to savor the feeling of the housemaster's scent but couldn't bear it anymore and moaned out.

Standing up, Derrick ordered Miranda, "Get out and do not try such nonsense with me again. Know your place. You are a maid here, and I can never have anything to do with a lowly girl like you! Have I made myself clear to you?"

Miranda's heart broke into sobs at the way Derrick made it clear that she was not on the same level as him. She knew all along that she was dreaming falsely in admiring a man who was not in the same world as her.

Picking up the towel that had fallen to the ground, Miranda stood up, not caring to wrap it around her body properly. She sobbed as she picked up her pink gown lying on the tiled floor.

She tossed the master's towel away, and Derrick stood there watching her as she picked up her pants and put them on.

Derrick was supposed to look away, but the way Miranda's áss looked so round and soft made it impossible for him to look elsewhere. He gulped the saliva that had formed in his mouth as she picked up her pink gown and wore it.