A Mistaken Night With The CEO

Chapter Four

After Derrick had left his mother's room, he decided to retire to his own to rest. The night was chilly and 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 he wanted to focus on his father's firm first—to expand it to other states and open mini-branches all over the world.

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

Not only that, Derrick heard a feminine voice humming from inside his bathroom. His room was vast. Inside the bedroom, he had a study, a relaxation area, and a library where he kept some of the books he had studied before graduating two years ago. Derrick also had a private gym if he didn't want to use the main one downstairs, which he had once shared with his sisters.

They were all married and had left his mother's home. Nicole had been around the previous year, but after she found her soulmate and moved in with her partner following 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 the lady was who had dared to intrude on his privacy—not only that, but to use his bathroom to her satisfaction.

One thing Derrick hated was sharing his personal space. Yes, he loved his mother and gave her all his attention, 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 when 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 running water, the bubbling of the bath, and a lady whispering a gentle voice inside.

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

However, Derrick hadn't expected to see her náked. As the bathroom door swung open, Miranda was just getting out of the bathtub. She was so shocked to see his deep blue eyes glaring at her with rage.

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

Miranda stood before Mr. Luis completely nude, and Derrick, who had never seen a nàked woman before, now found it extremely hard to control his arousal.

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

"I am sorry, Mr. Luis. 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 Derrick rooted at the door and not making any attempt to move, Miranda feared for her life.

She still needed her maid job to establish herself, and she wasn't ready to lose it yet.

Derrick was as hard as a rock. His member 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 body to crave her, but after seeing her sèxy form, he doubted he would be able to resist such temptation.

Derrick would have preferred it if Miranda were mute, but the silly woman dared to speak—and it was making him c*m 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 even speak like the boss he was. Seeing her body, he wanted to consume her, but he had never had s*x before. What if he hurt her? No, this wasn't the plan.

"I am sorry, sir. I—"

"I said keep quiet. Get out of here!" Derrick shouted at her, and Miranda swiftly ran from the bathroom with the towel. She hadn't even wrapped it around her body properly, so it slipped off as she fell, hitting her head against the wall.

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

Derrick knew that if Miranda died in his bedroom, he would be framed for murder. He had a lot of enemies. At such a young age, becoming a billionaire overnight after inheriting his father's wealth and everything left of him—even his bodyguards and assistants wouldn't dare back him. They would be the first to expose the case to the inspector. So he had to make sure the maid was alright and not dead, as she had hit her head with such great force.

Miranda felt like she was seeing double as she saw the housemaster 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 she was dripping wet for him.

Miranda thought that even if she had died, Master Derrick's cologne was enough to raise the dead—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 unconscious, but she moaned, and only then did Derrick push her away.

"So you've been pretending all along!" 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 had mostly fondled his cheeks, as he had chubby ones, and they usually carried him when he was a little boy.

Growing up, his immediate elder sister, Nicole, had mostly only hugged him and limited touching his cheeks as she grew into an adult. Only his mother still touched his cheeks, calling him her 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 master's scent, but she couldn't bear it anymore and moaned aloud.

Standing up, Derrick ordered Miranda, "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 maid like you! Have I made myself clear?"

Miranda's heart broke into sobs at the way Derrick made it clear to her face that she was not of his level. She had known that she was dreaming falsely in admiring a man who was not on the same level as her.

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

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

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