A Mistaken Night With The CEO

4 - Hot Night

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

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

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

Not only that, but he also heard a feminine voice humming inside his bathroom. His room was vast and very spacious; inside his bedroom, he had a study room, a relaxing room, and a library where he studied some of his books before graduating two years ago. He also had a private gym in case he did not 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. Before, Nicole had been around the previous year, but after she found her other half, she moved on to live with her partner 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 the lady was that 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 had all his attention on her, not caring about any younger woman. He didn't care about beautiful women, so who dared to intrude into his bedroom, knowing that 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 of the water, and a lady humming a sweet song inside.

Recognizing the voice as similar to the maid he had been observing for the first time, Derrick's midnight eyes darkened. He turned the bathroom door open to deal with the maid personally before handing her over to the guards to dismiss her.

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

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

She was standing before the house master completely nude, and Derrick, who had never seen a naked woman before, found it extremely hard to control the arousal he felt.

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 the prying 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. However, seeing Derrick rooted at the door, not making an attempt to move, scared her for her life.

She still needed her maid job to establish herself and was not ready to lose her position just 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 consume her, after seeing her sexy body, he doubted he would be able to resist such temptations.

He would have preferred it if she were mute, but she dared to speak, making 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. Gosh, he couldn't speak like the boss he was. Seeing her body, he wanted to consume her immediately, 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 shut up! Get out of here!" Derrick shouted at her, and Miranda immediately ran away from the bathroom with the towel. She didn't even wrap the towel around her body properly, so she slipped and fell, hitting her head against the wall.

Derrick was aghast, thinking Miranda had passed out from the force of her fall. 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 a lot of enemies. At such a young age, he had become a billionaire overnight after inheriting his father's wealth and everything that was left to him. Even his bodyguards and assistants wouldn't dare back him. They would be the first to expose the murder case to the inspector, so he had to ensure that the maid was alright and not dead after hitting her head with such 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 she was dripping wet to have him.

Miranda thought even if she 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, 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. More likely, when he was younger, they mostly fondled his cheeks, as he had big cheeks, and they would usually carry him when he was a little boy.

Growing up, his immediately elder sister, Nicole, mostly hugged him and limited touching his cheek as she grew into an adult. Only his mother still touched his cheeks as she called 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 house master's scent, but she couldn't bear it anymore and moaned out.

Standing up on his feet, 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 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 all along that she was dreaming foolishly in 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 it around her body properly. She sobbed as she strolled toward 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 her ass looked so round and soft, made it impossible for him to look away. He gulped the saliva that had formed in his mouth while she picked up her pink maid gown to wear.