A Mistaken Night With The CEO

In a magnificent white mansion, the people were setting up a birthday party for the house master.

“Miranda, get the drinks from the fridge,” Lady Loretta said. She was a 70-year-old woman, wearing a green dress and black shoes. It was her only son’s birthday.

“Okay, Ma,” Miranda responded. She was 22 years old, fair-skinned, tall, and slender. She wore a pink dress and black slippers.

It was 5:30 pm, and they were preparing 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 wealthy family.

Many guests were already present in the Luis family mansion. Among them were top admirers, business partners, and their family members, but the celebrant was not at home.

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

“Hello, Mother,” he answered, and his mother asked, “Derrick, you know that today is your birthday. So where are you?”

Looking at his wristwatch, Derrick observed it was 6 p.m. “At my office, Mother,” he replied.

“Come home, Son. It’s your birthday, and we did many things to make today a special moment as you celebrate your new age at 25.”

“Mom, I am not interested in birthday parties. Why can’t you understand me?” Derrick murmured. His mother was getting old, so he couldn’t blame her.

“I understand. Please come home quickly before the guests start leaving,” Lady Loretta said, her voice sad. “If I had known you would stubbornly stay 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.

“You are right, Derrick, but during your father’s prime, he doesn’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 soon,” he replied, and the phone call ended.

“Controlling a multimillion-dollar corporation at this age, my mother still wants me to prioritise a party over work. Hmm,” Derrick mused. He rose from his exclusive office chair. Shutting down his computer, he grabbed his briefcase and left his office.

Arriving home in a sleek black Prado jeep, Derrick got out of the vehicle and made his way ahead to his family’s mansion. He could hear the sound of music and frowned after seeing many of the guests' cars that were 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.

Derrick ignored responding to the maid’s greetings and was ushered by his mother, who was in the living room with several guests.

“Welcome, Son. Happy 25th birthday to you.”

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

“Thank you all,” Derrick replied, and wanted to retire to his bedroom to rest. His mother stopped him. “Derrick, it’s still your birthday. Come cut your cake and make a wish.”

Pausing at the staircase, Derrick glanced back at all the faces of the guests—his seven elder sisters, who were all married with kids, and his staff.

Derrick wanted to protest that he was not a kid and did not want a birthday party. However, he gulped down his protest as silence fell in the crowded living room.

Approaching his huge white cake that was placed in the centre of the living room, Derrick picked up the knife and cut the cake into two, and the guests started clapping for him.

“Happy birthday, Brother,” his sisters cheered him, 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 were happy, and the toast continued as they resumed drinking and chatting happily.

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 him, 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 Derrick: he seemed extremely hardworking. He doesn’t have time for women and mostly focuses on his business alone.

Derrick doesn’t even have a girlfriend, and Miranda was dripping wet juice in her cunt to have him notice her.

She was a poor girl and came from the 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 wear. There was no competition, as all the daughters of the Luis family were all married, including Derrick's immediate elder sister, Nicole Luis.

“Come on, Alexa, I want to introduce you to my brother,” Nicole said, pulling her friend. “I fear he might be gay. Why won’t he have a girlfriend at this age? Don’t you find it weird?”

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

“I don’t think Master Derrick is gay,” Alexa replied, her voice confident. “He's just too busy to notice any woman.”

Alexa wore a seductive 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 her boyfriend, because she was just 22 years old. She knew that having a powerful man like Derrick as her husband means she doesn’t need to work much or suffer to feed, as his wealth is enough to cover all her lifetime expenditure.

“What do you think of Derrick?” Nicole inquired. “Do you not have a crush on him? If my older sisters hadn’t spoken to me about introducing you to Derrick to work as his new secretary, before 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 second floor, where there were no guests.

Alexa felt nervous. For one year she had served as Derrick’s personal secretary based on Nicole’s influence, she hasn’t crossed the line nor tried to get his attention.

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