A Mistaken Night With The CEO

Chapter Six

"Oh!" Miranda rubbed her sleepy eyes, as she would have loved to have more wonderful dreams. However, as her big brown eyes fell on the wall clock in her room, she gasped. "Oh my goodness! It's 10 a.m."

It was Saturday, but Miranda knew that Lady Loretta often called on her to make her tea and attend to her other needs.

Rushing out of bed without a care in the world, Miranda quickly ran out of her maid's room—rushing past Juliet, who shook her head in disgust.

Juliet was two years older than Miranda. But she was a single mother, and she hid it from the Luis family's knowledge.

Juliet had gotten the opportunity to work in the Luis family home after she was kicked out of her parents' home. Her parents were rich, but because Juliet couldn't identify the man who had gotten her pregnant, they disowned her.

She had fallen pregnant out of wedlock, which went against their standards. She had had a one-night stand with a mysterious man; she knew if she saw him again, she would recognize him. But it had been five years, and she still hadn't seen him.

The man had been a young guy then, and she doubted he was even twenty. Juliet didn't bother searching for the man, as she knew he wouldn't accept her. They had only been having fun. Now she had to work as a maid to care for her four-year-old son's needs. Her son was with her parents, but they refused to sponsor her education after she gave birth and told her to go ahead and work as an adult—since she now longed for adult pleasures, she should be able to take care of the son who was the result of her foolishness.

Juliet was also fair-skinned and beautiful, like Miranda, but she didn't like Miranda—maybe because she liked the housemaster and wanted him to notice her too.

Derrick was 25 years old, and Juliet was 24. She wished she were a little younger and not a single mom; then she would have tried her chances with him. But, remembering her four-year-old son at home, Juliet exited Miranda's room and walked to the kitchen to continue her work.

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"Miranda, what happened with Melody last night? Did you fight with her?" Lady Loretta was seated on a pristine white couch in the living room as she queried Miranda. She couldn't just drop the topic, as Derrick had asked her to.

Lady Loretta had placed a ban on all her maids: fighting was not allowed in her home. She knew that females often grew jealous of one another, and if she didn't enforce that ban, there might be a reported case of murder in her mansion.

"I am sorry, ma'am. Melody slapped me again after Master Derrick and his guests left us upstairs. She slapped me twice and hit my head, and I could only defend myself," Miranda said, with her head lowered to the ground.

Miranda was not used to telling lies, and that was what earned Lady Loretta's trust in her.

"But you are aware that fighting is not allowed here. Why didn't you report Melody to the guards? That's why they are around—to guard you all and ensure peace in the mansion. You should have told one of the guards to escort Melody out. I didn't like either your actions or Melody's the previous night. That behavior is never allowed here. Did I make myself clear?" Lady Loretta was annoyed. Before Miranda could respond, they heard footsteps on the staircase.

Staring to her right and behind her, Miranda spotted Derrick standing at the top of the stairs and looking at her.

Derrick wore a white shirt and black pants paired with black slippers. He wasn't going to the office, as it was Saturday and the weekend.

"Mother, what's going on here again?" Derrick pretended like he hadn't spotted Miranda.

Seeing Miranda again—and how she knelt before his mother with her head bent low, her blonde hair scattered and covering parts of her face and neck—Derrick could only remember the previous night when he had seen her nàked. He wanted her but immediately kicked the crazy thoughts away.

"Good morning, my son. It's Miranda. I know you are not familiar with any of my maids, but it troubles me that she got into a fight last night. If this matter isn't addressed, the rest of the maids will start thinking they can fight here too," Lady Loretta complained, just as the rest of the maids in the living room greeted Derrick. "Good morning, sir."

"Hmm, then we should fire her. A maid shouldn't be causing any of us stress," Derrick said, not wanting to state the underlying meaning behind his words. But Miranda quickly pleaded, "Please, ma'am. I am sorry. I promise not to fight here again. I don't have anywhere to go, and I really need my job to survive. Please."

Derrick's eyes darkened as Miranda pleaded with his mother in her soft, feminine voice. He knew his mother would fall for Miranda's charm.

Derrick didn't want to report what Miranda had done to him the previous night, as he had slept so late and woken up late, making him miss his morning exercise.

Silence ensued in the living room as the other maids waited for Miranda to be fired. They didn't like Miranda. She was very beautiful and taunted them with her beauty, strutting with pride and wearing seductive outfits in the mansion—as the maids didn't have a particular uniform.

"Hmm, Derrick, I would have considered firing Miranda as you said, but I like her. I just like having her service around me. I love how she speaks and how she carries out her duties here. However, it still amazes me that she is violent—I never saw that attitude in her when I hired her. I only saw a bubbly girl who was eager to work, with her big brown shining eyes."

Derrick frowned, and his face turned stoic as he stood in front of his mother. He wanted to take a stroll outside, and he didn't want to think about Miranda again.

If his mother claimed to like Miranda, then sacking her would only make his mother sad.

"So, what do you want to do with her now, Mom?" Derrick asked his mother. He added, "I don't like her service here and would rather prefer you send her away before she causes more damage than good."

"No, my son. It's good to have a forgiving heart. I have no issues with Miranda, and I won't allow a third party to come between me and my maids. They are all my children, so I will spare the rod and correct her. Miranda." Lady Loretta's eyes fell back on Miranda.

"Let today be the last day you are reported for fighting in my home. If I get another report that you did something wrong or hurt anyone, then you will use the exit gate. Is that understood?" Lady Loretta's eyes were not smiling.

Miranda nodded her head like an obedient puppy and replied, "Yes, Mother."

"Good. You may leave us. And why are you still in your nightgown? Did you forget about your duties here, or are you just waking up now?" Lady Loretta's eyes scanned Miranda's body suspiciously.

"I am sorry, ma'am. Because of the cold last night, I found it hard to sleep—after regretting my actions too," Miranda said.

Others would think Miranda was speaking about the slap from the guest, but she was referring to Master Derrick.

Derrick's fist clenched. He couldn't believe Miranda would be bold enough to speak to his mother and lie again.

Why was she testing his patience and taking him for a fool from the previous night?

"It's okay, then. You shouldn't make the same mistake twice. That would show that you have repented, so desist from fighting or hurting anyone's feelings, okay?" Lady Loretta spoke in a calm demeanor as she lovingly looked at Miranda.

"Okay, ma'am. Thank you for forgiving me," Miranda said.

"Yes. Go and prepare my breakfast. You should know how to do it best, and don't waste my time. I have been waiting for you to come out of your room before I sent Juliet. Go now," Lady Loretta dismissed Miranda, while her gaze shifted to look back at her son, who was silently strolling away and not pleased with her decision to forgive their maid.