A Mistaken Night With The CEO

4— Using His Bathroom

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

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

Returning to his room, Derrick noticed the unfamiliar feminine scent that lingered in the air of his bedroom. Switching on the wall switch, his deep blue eyes darkened at the sight of the lady's gown and panties he saw on the tiled marble floor.

Not only that, Derrick heard a feminine voice talking inside his bathroom. His room was vast, and he had a study, a relaxation room, a library where he studied some of his books before he graduated two years ago.

Derrick also had a private gym if he did not want to go to the main gym downstairs, which he shared with his elder sisters.

They were all married and had left his mother's home. Previously, Nicole was around the previous year, but after Nicole found her partner, she moved on to live with him after her extravagant wedding. Derrick was now home alone with his mother and the bodyguards guarding their exquisite villa.

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

One thing that Derrick disliked was sharing his personal space. Yes, he loved his mother and had his attention on her, not caring about any younger woman.

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 and not when he was at home or around the mansion.

With a gentle stride, Derrick approached his bathroom door. He could hear the sound of the water running, and a lady talking sweetly in there.

Recognizing the voice to be similar to the maid he had observed for the first time, Derrick's blue eyes darkened. He turned the bathroom door open to deal with the maid, before he handed her over to the bodyguard to dismiss her.

However, Derrick hadn't thought he would see her náked. As the bathroom door opened, Miranda get out of the bathtub, and she was so shocked to see the 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 bréasts were plump, and her hips were extremely seductive.

Miranda was standing before the house master completely nude, and Derrick, who had not seen a náked woman before, was now finding it extremely hard to control his arousal.

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

"I am sorry, Master. I didn't mean to bathe here," Miranda said, her soothing voice filled the air of the bathroom.

Miranda wanted to get away from the bathroom, but, seeing Derrick was rooted at the doorway 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 her job yet.

Derrick was as hard as a rock. His dîck was on the brink of exploding. Never had he felt such a great level of desire before. Not only did the maid's voice trigger his whole body to consume her, but after seeing her sexy body, Derrick doubted he would be able to resist such temptations.

Derrick would have preferred it if Miranda was mute, but she sillily dared to speak and also made him precum 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. Gosh, he couldn't speak well like the boss that he was. Seeing the hourglass body, he wanted to consume her, but he had not had s*x before.

What if he killed her on the bed? No, this was not the plan.

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

"I said keep shut. Get out of here!" Derrick yelled, and Miranda swiftly ran away from the bathroom with the towel.

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

Derrick was shocked as he thought Miranda had passed out with the force that she used to slip and fall. He didn't know when he rushed up to reach her and asked her, "Are you alright? Does your head hurt?"

Derrick knew if Miranda died in his bathroom, he would be framed for murder. He had many enemies.

At such a young age of becoming a billionaire after inheriting his late father's wealth and all that was left of him, Derrick assumed even his bodyguards and assistants wouldn't dare to back him. They might be the first to expose the murder case to the police inspector, so he had to make sure that the maid was alright and not dead as she hit her head on the wall with such great force.

Miranda felt like she was seeing double, seeing the house master kneeling beside her and 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 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, not knowing the effect that he had on her.

Miranda pretended to be dead; but, she moaned, and only then did Derrick push her away.

"So you're pretending with me all along that you're unconscious!" Derrick was furious. He had not touched a woman before, and most women avoided touching him.

The only women who had touched him were his mother and older sisters. Moreover, when he was younger, they mostly fondled his cheeks, as he had big cheeks, and they usually carried him then when he was a little boy.

Growing up, his immediate elder sister, Nicole, was mostly only hugging him, and she limited touching his cheek as she grew into an adult. Only his mother still fondled his cheeks as she called 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 house master's scent, not until she couldn't bear it anymore and she moaned.

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 being 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 of his level. She knew that she was dreaming falsely in admiring a man who was not on the same ship as her.

Picking the white towel that had fallen off 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 that was on the tiled floor.

She tossed the master's towel away, and Derrick stood there watching her as she bent and picked up her panties and wore them.

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