A Mistaken Night With The CEO

"Miranda, get the drinks from the fridge," Lady Loretta said. She was a 70-year-old dark-skinned woman, and it was her only son's birthday.

"Okay, Ma," Miranda replied. She was a 22-year-old fair-skinned woman. She wore a short pink dress and black slippers. It was 5 p.m., and they were setting up a birthday party for Derrick Luis, the only son of the Luis family.

Out of seven daughters, Derrick appeared to be the only son of his rich family.

Many guests were already present in the Luis family mansion. Among them were top admirers, business partners and their family members and relatives, but the birthday celebrant wasn't at home.

At the Luis Group, a magnificent five-story building, Derrick Luis was in his office on the fifth floor when his mobile rang.

"Hello, Mother," he said as he picked up the call. His mother replied, "Derrick, you know that today is your birthday. So where are you?"

Looking at his wristwatch, Derrick observed that it was 6 p.m. He replied, "At my office, Mother."

"Come home, son. It's your birthday and we did a lot just to make today a special moment to mark your new age of 25."

"Mom, I am not interested in birthday parties. Why can't you understand my concepts?" Derrick murmured. His mother was already old, so he couldn't blame her.

"I understand. Please come home quickly before the guests start leaving. If I had known you would stubbornly stay up in the office until this time, I shouldn't have allowed you to go to the office today, knowing today is also your birthday."

"Mom, I cannot set work aside for a party. Who will look after Dad's company?" Derrick muttered again.

His mother responded sadly, "You are right, but during your father's prime, he didn't skip home for work. He attended parties, or where do you think I met him?"

Derrick rolled his eyes at his mother's words. "Fine, Mother. I will be at home now." He replied, and the phone call ended.

"Running a multimillion-dollar corporation at my age, my mother still wants me to prioritize a party over work. Hmm." Derrick mused. He stood up from his exclusive office chair, shut down his computer, grabbed his briefcase, and elegantly left his office.

Arriving home in a black Prado Jeep, Derrick got out of the vehicle and made his way to his family's mansion. He could hear the sound of music and frowned after seeing many guests' cars parked inside his late father's estate.

Marching forward, Derrick arrived at the mansion's exterior. He rang the doorbell, and a maid pulled the door open for him.

"Welcome, Master Derrick," the maid greeted him.

Derrick ignored the maid's greeting and was ushered by his mother, who was in the living room with many guests.

"Welcome, son. Happy 25th birthday to you."

"Happy birthday, Master Derrick!" All the guests in the living room toasted the new age of the young master.

"Thank you all," Derrick replied. He wanted to retire to his bedroom to rest, but his mother stopped him. "Derrick, it's still your birthday. Come cut your cake and make a wish."

Pausing at the staircase, Derrick looked back at all the faces of the guests—his seven elder sisters, all married with kids, along with his staff. He wanted to protest again that he was not a kid and didn't want a birthday party. However, he gulped down his protest as silence fell in the crowded living room.

Approaching his white cake, which was placed in the center of the living room, Derrick picked a knife and cut the cake, and the guests all beamed, clapping for him.

"Happy birthday, brother," his sisters cheered, and he replied, "Thank you all."

"That's not all, Derrick. Make a wish," his mother urged him again.

"Oh, Mother. I am not a kid," Derrick protested, but his mother walked up to meet him as they were all standing in the living room.

"No one said you're a kid, but you're still my baby, so make a wish," his mother pleaded with an assuring smile.

Not wanting to make his mother sad, Derrick wished for a long life, a happy family, and a prosperous business.

"Happy birthday to you again, Master Derrick. We wish you all the best," the guests said. They were happy, and the toasts continued as the guests resumed drinking and chatting happily.

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Derrick excused himself from the living room and went back to his bedroom on the top floor of the mansion.

Meanwhile, among the maids, Miranda had a crush on the house master. She was not the only one crushing on Derrick, but she couldn't get her eyes away from him.

She openly gawked at his handsomeness.

*Too handsome for one person,* Miranda thought. She had observed that Derrick seemed very hardworking. He didn't have time for women and mostly focused on his business alone.

Derrick didn't have a girlfriend, and Miranda was dripping wet juice in her cunt at the thought of having him notice her.

She was a poor girl who came from an orphanage home. After five years of serving the Luis' family as a maid, Miranda wanted a classic life. She didn't want to return to poverty.

In the Luis family mansion, maids were expected to dress in cheap clothes. There was no competition as all the daughters of the Luis family were married, including Derrick's immediate elder sister, Nicole Luis.

"Come on, Alexa, I want to introduce you to my brother. I fear he might be gay. Why won't he have a girlfriend at this age? Don't you find it weird?" Nicole spoke to her friend as she invited Alexa along to her brother's birthday party.

Alexa worked as Derrick's personal secretary at Luis Group. She would admit that she hadn't seen any young lady come to the office to visit Derrick.

"I don't think he's gay. Master Derrick is just too busy to notice any woman," Alexa replied. She wore a short red dress and black shoes. She had arrived at the Luis mansion just after Derrick left the company.

Alexa was also interested in Derrick. She wanted him, as she was just 22 years old. She knew that having a man like Derrick as her husband in the future meant she wouldn't need to work much or suffer to feed, as his wealth was enough to cover all her lifetime expenses.

"Alexa, what do you think of Derrick? Do you not have a crush on my brother? If my older sisters hadn't spoken to me about introducing you to Derrick to work for him as his new secretary after my leave, do you think I only accepted you based on friendship alone? Come now." Nicole grabbed Alexa's hand and led her to the top floor where there were no guests.

Alexa felt nervous. For a year that she had been working as Derrick's personal secretary based on Nicole's influence, she hadn't crossed the limit nor tried to get his attention.

Derrick was mean, and Alexa feared what he would do to her if she dared to cross the line.