Chapter 4 The hot night

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

Derrick reflected on what his elder sister had said to him concerning 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 all over the world.

Returning to his bedroom, Derrick noticed the unfamiliar 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 pants he saw on the tiled marble floor.

Not only that, he heard a feminine voice humming inside his bathroom. His room was vast, and he had a study, a sitting room, and 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 seven elder sisters.

They were married and had left his mother's home. Nicole was around the previous year, but after Nicole found her husband, she got married to him and 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 who 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. He loved his mother and had all his attention on her, not caring for any younger woman.

Derrick didn't care about beautiful women, so who dared to intrude into his bedroom, knowing no one was allowed to disturb him whenever he was around the mansion?

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 his bathroom door. He could hear the sound of the water running, the bubbling sounds of the water, and also a lady whispering a sweet sound in there.

Recognizing the voice to be similar to that of the maid he was observing for the first time, Derrick's midnight eyes darkened. He turned the bathroom door open to deal with the maid personally before he handed her over to the guard to dismiss her.

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

Miranda was stunned for a moment as Master Derrick's eyes scanned her body. Of course, she had an hourglass shape, her brẹasts were plump, and her hips were extremely seductive.

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

Without being told, Miranda quickly snatched one of the white towels from the bathroom hanger, and she quickly 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 from there. However, seeing that Derrick was rooted at the door and not making an attempt to move away, Miranda was scared for her life.

She 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 member was on the verge of exploding. Never had he felt such a level of desire before. Not only did the maid's voice trigger all of his body to consume her, but after seeing her sexy body, he doubted he would be able to resist such temptations.

Derrick would have preferred it if Miranda were mute, but her silly self dared to speak, and also made him come 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 well like the boss that he was. Seeing the body, he wanted to consume her immediately, but he had not had sex 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 shouted at her, and Miranda immediately ran away from the bathroom with the towel. She didn't even get to wrap the towel around her body properly, so she slipped and fell, hitting her head against the wall.

Derrick was aghast, 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 meet her and asked her, "Are you alright? Does your head hurt?"

Derrick knew if Miranda died in his bedroom, he would be framed for murder. He had many enemies. At such a young age, he became a billionaire overnight after inheriting his late father's wealth and all that was left of him. Even his bodyguards and assistants wouldn't dare to back him. They would be the first to expose the murder case to the inspector of police, 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 on seeing 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 that 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; however, she moaned, and only then did Derrick push her away.

"So you've been pretending with me that you're unconscious! Are you crazy?" 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 seven older sisters. More likely, when he was younger, they mostly fondled his cheeks, as he had big cheeks, growing up as a child. And they mostly carried him when he was a little boy.

Growing up, his immediate older sister, Nicole, was also hugging him, and she limited touching his cheek as she grew into an adult. Only his mother still touches his cheeks as she calls 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 not until she couldn't bear it anymore, and she moaned out.

Standing up on his feet, Derrick ordered Miranda with a cold voice, "Get out of here and do not try such trick 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 on his level. She knew it all along that she was dreaming falsely about admiring a man who was not on the same level as her.

She picked up the white towel that had fallen 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, lying on the tiled floor and picked it.

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

Derrick was supposed to look away, but the way Miranda's áss looked so round and soft, he couldn't stare away, and he gulped the saliva that had formed in his mouth while she picked up her pink maid gown to wear it.