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 also seemed like it would rain soon.

Derrick reflected on what his elder sister had said about him dating Alexa. He liked Alexa, but he wanted to focus on his father's firm first and expand it to other states as well as open mini branches all over the world.

Returning to his room, Derrick noticed the unfamiliar scent lingering in the air of his bedroom.

Switching on the light switch on the wall, his deep blue eyes darkened at the sight of the lady's gown and pants on the tiled marble floor.

Not only that, Derrick heard a feminine voice whispering inside his bathroom. His room was vast and very spacious. Inside his bedroom, he had a study, a relaxing room, and a library where he studied his books before he graduated two years ago.

Derrick also had a private gym if he didn't want to go to the main gym downstairs, which he shared with his sisters.

They were all married and had left his mother's home.

Nicole was around the previous year, but after she found her second half, she moved on to live with her partner after her extravagant wedding. Derrick now lived at home alone with his aged mother and the bodyguards guarding their exquisite villa.

Derrick's anger boiled as he wondered who the lady was who dared to intrude on his privacy and, not only that, use his bathroom to her satisfaction.

One thing that Derrick hated was sharing his personal space. Yes, he loved his mother and gave her all his attention, not caring for any younger woman. He didn't care about beautiful women, so who 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 a gentle stride, Derrick approached the bathroom door. He could hear the sound of water running, the bubbling sounds of water, and a lady whispering a sweet voice inside.

Recognizing the voice as similar to that of the maid he was observing for the first time, Derrick's deep blue eyes darkened. He turned the bathroom door open to deal with the maid personally before he handed her over to the guard to dismiss her.

However, Derrick hadn't expected to see her naked. As the bathroom door pushed open, Miranda got out of the bathtub, and she was so shocked to see the deep blue eyes looking at her with so much rage.

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

Miranda was standing before the house master completely nude, and Derrick, who had never seen a nàked woman before, was now finding it extremely hard to control his arousal.

Without being told, Miranda quickly snatched one of the white towels from the bathroom hanger and quickly 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, and she wanted to get away from there. However, seeing that Derrick was rooted at the door and not making an attempt to move away, she was scared for her life.

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

Derrick was as hard as a rock. His dîck was on the verge of exploding. He had never felt such a level of desire before.

The maid's voice didn't only trigger all his senses to consume her, but after seeing her sexy body, he doubted he would be able to resist such temptations.

Derrick would have preferred it if Miranda were mute, but her silly self dared to speak, and she also made him c*m short in his pants.

"Shut up! What gave you the right to bathe here? Is this where maids are supposed to bathe?" Derrick's voice was incoherent. He couldn't speak well like the boss that he was. Seeing the nude body, he wanted to consume her, but he had never had s*x before. What if he killed her in bed? No, this was not the plan.

"I am sorry, sir. I..."

"I said keep shut. Get out of here!" Derrick shouted at her, and Miranda quickly ran away from the bathroom with the towel.

Miranda didn't even wrap the towel around her body properly, so she slipped and fell, hitting her head against the wall.

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

Derrick knew that if Miranda died in his bedroom, he would face a murder charge. He had many enemies. At such a young age, he became a billionaire overnight after inheriting his late father's wealth.

Even his bodyguards and assistants wouldn't dare to back him. They would be the first to expose the murder case to the inspector, so he had to make sure that the maid was alright, and not dead after hitting her head on the wall with such great force.

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

*Oh, he smelled so divine,* and Miranda was dripping wet to have him.

Miranda thought that 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, not knowing the effect he had on her. Miranda pretended to be dead; however, she moaned, and only then did Derrick push her away.

"So you've been 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. More likely, when he was younger, they mostly fondled his cheeks because he had big cheeks, and they usually carried him when he was a little boy.

Growing up, his immediately older sister Nicole mostly only hugged him, and she limited touching his cheek as she grew into an adult. Only his mother still touches his cheeks as she calls him her last baby.

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

Standing up on his feet, Derrick ordered Miranda with a stern voice, "Get out and do not try such nonsense with me next time. Know your place; you are a maid here, and I can never have anything to do with a lowly woman like you! Have I made myself clear to you?"

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

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

Miranda tossed the white towel away, and Derrick stood there watching her as she picked up her pants and wore them.

Derrick was supposed to look away, but the way Miranda's ass looked so round and soft, he couldn't stare away, and he gulped the saliva that had formed in his mouth while she picked up her pink gown and wore it.