A Mistaken Night With The CEO

Chapter 4: The Hot Night

After Derrick left his mother's room, he decided to go back to his own room to rest. The night was chilly, and it looked 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 and expand it to other states, as well as open mini branches around the world.

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

Not only that, he heard a feminine voice humming in his bathroom. His room was vast and spacious, with an attached study room, relaxing room, and library where he used to study. He also had a private gym for when he didn't want to go to the main gym downstairs, which he shared with his sisters.

His sisters were all married and had left his mother's home. Nicole had been around the previous year, but after she found her partner, she moved away 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 woman was who dared to intrude on his privacy and use his bathroom.

Derrick deeply disliked sharing his personal space. He loved his mother and focused all his attention on her, not caring for younger women. He didn't care about beautiful women, so who 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 his room when he was at the company, not when he was home or around the mansion.

With a gentle stride, Derrick approached the bathroom door. He could hear the sound of running water and the hum of a woman's voice.

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

However, Derrick hadn't expected to see her naked. As the bathroom door opened, Miranda was stepping out of the bathtub and was shocked to see Derrick's eyes filled with rage.

Miranda was stunned for a moment as Derrick's eyes roamed over her body. With an hourglass figure, full and plump breasts, and seductive hips, she stood completely nude before him. Derrick, who had never seen a naked woman before, found it extremely difficult to control his arousal.

Without being told, Miranda quickly grabbed one of the white towels from the bathroom hanger and wrapped it around herself to hide her nude body.

"I am sorry, Master. I didn't mean to bathe here," Miranda said in a soothing voice and wanted to leave. However, seeing Derrick rooted at the door and not moving, she was scared for her life.

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

Derrick was struggling with desire. The maid's voice had triggered all of his urges, and after seeing her body, he doubted he could resist the temptation.

He would have preferred if she hadn't spoken, but her voice stirred him more, and he struggled with his reaction.

"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 as the boss he was. Seeing her body made him want to act, but he had no experience with women. What if he hurt her? This wasn't the plan.

"I am sorry, sir. I..." Miranda began.

"I said, keep quiet. Get out of here!" Derrick shouted, and Miranda immediately ran out of the bathroom with the towel. In her haste, she slipped on the tiles, hitting her head against the wall.

Derrick was aghast, fearing Miranda had passed out. He rushed to her and asked, "Are you all right? Does your head hurt?"

Derrick knew that if Miranda died in his bedroom, he could be framed for murder. He had many enemies, having become a billionaire overnight by inheriting his father's wealth. Even his bodyguards and assistants might not support him if something happened. He had to ensure the maid was okay.

Miranda felt dizzy as Derrick kneeled beside her, touching her head, and checking her if she was alright. She considered pretending to be dead to enjoy his scent.

Oh, he smelled divine, and she was drawn to him.

Miranda thought that even if she had died, Derrick's cologne would be enough to awaken her.

"Hey, are you alright?" Derrick caressed Miranda's cheek, unaware of his effect on her. Miranda pretended to be unconscious but then moaned, and Derrick pushed her away.

"So you've been pretending all along!" Derrick was furious. He had never touched a woman before, and most avoided him. Only his mother and older sisters had touched him, but that was more of cheek-patting when he was younger.

"No, sir... I was not pre-ten-ding," Miranda said, stretching out the words, still seeing double. She wanted to savor the experience of his masculine scent and touch, but not until she couldn't bear it anymore, and she moaned.

Standing up, Derrick ordered Miranda, "Get out and do not try such nonsense with me again. Know your place; you are a maid here, and I can never have anything to do with someone like you! Am I clear?"

Miranda's heart broke at Derrick's bluntness. She had been dreaming about him, knowing he was out of her reach.

Gathering the fallen towel, Miranda stood up, not bothering to wrap it around her body properly. She sobbed as she walked to her pink gown on the tiled floor.

She tossed aside the master's towel, and Derrick watched as she bent and picked up her pants and slipped them on.

Derrick should have looked away, but the sight of Miranda's shape round ass was captivating. He watched, trying to suppress his urges, as she picked up her pink maid gown to put it on.