4: The hot night

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

Derrick reflected on what his elder sister had said about dating Alexa. He liked Alexa but wanted to focus on his father's firm first and expand it to other states as well as open mini branches worldwide.

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

Not only that, he heard a feminine voice humming from his bathroom. His room was vast and spacious, equipped with a study, a relaxation room, and a library for studying, alongside a private gym—a convenient alternative to the shared gym downstairs.

His sisters, now married, had left his mother's home. Nicole had been around last year, but after finding her partner, she moved out following her extravagant wedding. Derrick now lived alone with his elderly mother and their villa's bodyguards.

His anger boiled as he wondered who dared to intrude on his privacy and, worse yet, use his bathroom to their satisfaction.

One thing Derrick hated was sharing his personal space. He loved his mother and focused all his attention on her, uninterested in younger women. So who dared to invade his bedroom, knowing no one was allowed to disturb him?

The maids were permitted to tidy his room only when he was at work, not when he was home or somewhere on the estate.

With gentle strides, Derrick approached the bathroom door. He heard the water running, the bubbling sounds, and a lady humming sweetly.

Recognizing the voice as possibly that of the maid he'd noticed for the first time, Derrick's eyes darkened. He opened the bathroom door to deal with her personally before involving the guards.

However, Derrick didn't expect to see her naked. As the door opened, Miranda stepped out of the bathtub, shocked to see his eyes filled with rage.

Miranda was stunned as Master Derrick's eyes scanned her body. She had an hourglass figure, full, plump breasts, and hips that were exceedingly seductive.

Standing naked before him, Derrick, who had never seen a naked woman close-up, struggled to control his arousal.

Quickly, Miranda grabbed a white towel from the hanger and wrapped it around her chest to cover herself from his gaze.

"I'm sorry, Master. I didn't mean to bathe here," Miranda's soothing voice broke the bathroom's silence, and she wanted to flee. But seeing Derrick rooted to the spot, making no move to step aside, Miranda grew scared.

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

Derrick was on the verge of losing control. His arousal was intense. The maid's voice stirred every fiber within him, and after seeing her enticing figure, he doubted his willpower to resist.

He wished she had stayed silent, but her talking had pushed him to the edge.

"Shut up! What gave you the right to bathe here? Is this where maids are supposed to bathe?" Derrick's voice faltered. Gosh, he couldn't articulate like his usual confident self. Seeing her, his urges threatened to consume him, but he was a novice. What if he harmed her? No, this wasn't right.

"I'm sorry, sir. I ..." 

"I said be quiet. Get out!" Derrick shouted, and Miranda quickly fled the bathroom, towel barely secured. She slipped and fell, hitting her head against the wall.

Derrick was horrified, thinking Miranda might have passed out from the impact. He rushed to her side, asking, "Are you alright? Does your head hurt?"

Derrick knew if Miranda died in his room, he’d be accused of murder. He had many enemies. At such a young age, he became a billionaire overnight, inheriting his father's wealth. Even his bodyguards and assistants wouldn’t stand by him—they’d likely be the first to report a murder. So he urgently checked if she was okay.

Miranda felt dizzy, seeing the house master kneeling beside her, his touch checking her head, ensuring she was alive. She wanted to play dead a bit longer, just to revel in his divine scent.

Oh, he smelled heavenly, and she was beyond eager to have him.

Miranda thought even in death, Derrick's cologne could resurrect her to be with him.

"Hey, are you alright?" Derrick caressed her cheek, unaware of his effect on her. Miranda pretended to remain unconscious, but then she moaned, prompting Derrick to pull away.

"So you were pretending to be unconscious!" Derrick snapped. He had little interaction with women, except for his mother and sisters, especially in childhood when they'd affectionately squish his cheeks.

"No, sir... I wasn't. Pre-ten-ding," Miranda emphasized, still dazed. She wanted to bask in his scent but involuntarily moaned.

Standing, Derrick ordered, "Get out, and don't try such nonsense again. Know your place; you’re a maid here. I can never have anything to do with someone like you! Is that clear?"

Miranda's heart shattered at Derrick's dismissive words. She realized she had been dreaming of someone unreachable.

Gathering the towel from the floor, Miranda stood, not caring to adjust it properly. She sobbed as she picked up her pink gown from the floor.

She tossed aside the towel, and Derrick watched her dress, unable to divert his gaze from her shapely figure. He swallowed hard as she slipped into her pink maid gown.