Chapter 4

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

Derrick reflected on what his elder sister had said concerning him dating Alexa. He liked Alexa, but he wanted to focus on his father's corporation first, and expand it to other states. As well as opening mini-branches all over the world.

When Derrick returned to his room, he noticed the unfamiliar scent that lingered in the air of his bedroom. Switching on the lights, his deep blue eyes darkened at the sight of the lady's gown and pant he saw on the tiled floor.

Not only that, he heard a feminine voice whispering inside his bathroom. Derrick's room was very spacious. He had a study, a sitting room, and his personal library where he studied some of his books, before he graduated two years ago. 

He also had a private gym if he did not want to go to the main gym downstairs, which he shared with his elder sisters.

They were married and had left his mother's home. Nicole was around the previous year, but after she found her husband, she moved on to live with him after her extravagant wedding. 

Derrick was now home alone with his aged mother and the bodyguards guarding their villa.

His anger boiled as he wondered who was the lady that 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 has his attention on her. He doesn't care about beautiful young women, so who dared to intrude into his bedroom, knowing no one was allowed to disturb him, whenever he was at home?

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, his heart beat quickened. He could hear the sound of the water splashing in his bathroom. 

The bubbling sounds of the water, and also a lady whispering in there.

 Derrick's midnight eyes darkened as he recognized the feminine voice to be similar to the maid he was observing for the first time.

 He hastily turned the bathroom door opened to deal with the maid, before he handed her over to the bodyguard to dismiss her.

Derrick hadn't thought he would see the maid unclothed. As he pulled the bathroom door open, Miranda got out of the bathtub and 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. She had an hourglass figure, her breasts were plump, and her hips were extremely curvy.

Miranda was standing nude, before the house master. However Derrick was stunned. He had not seen an unclothed woman before. He was finding it extremely hard to control his arousal.

Miranda quickly snatched one of the white towels in the bathroom hanger, as she hastily wrapped it around her chest—to hide her nude body from his watchful eyes.

"I am sorry, Master. I didn't mean to bathe here," Miranda apologized, her soothing voice filled the air of the bathroom. 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. He hasn't felt such a level of desire before. Not only did the maid's voice trigger his arousal to consume her, but after seeing her nude body, he doubted he would be able to resist such temptations.

Derrick would have preferred it if Miranda were mute, but her silly self dare to speak, making him precum in his pants.

"Shut up! What gave you the right to bathe here?" Derrick silenced her. His voice was cold and incoherent. "Is this where maids are supposed to bathe?" He glared at her. 

He couldn't speak well like the boss that he was. Seeing her sèxy body, he wanted to sleep with her immediately, but he had not had sex before. 

'What if he kills her on the bed or hurt her? No, this was not the plan,' Derrick thought.

"I am sorry, sir. I…" Miranda tried to apologize. However Derrick silenced her, "I said keep shut. Get out of here!" Derrick yelled, 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 off, 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 off, hitting her head against the wall.

Derrick didn't know when he rushed up to meet her and scooped her into his arms. "Are you alright? Does your head hurt?" He asked, caressing her cheeks.

Derrick knew if Miranda died in his bedroom, he would be accused of murder. He had many rivals. At such a young age, he became a billionaire after inheriting his late father's wealth, and all that was left of him. 

Derrick knew even his bodyguards and assistant wouldn't dare to back him. They would be the first to expose the murder case to the police, so he had to make sure that Miranda was alright and not dead as she hit her head on the wall with such a great force.

Miranda felt like she was seeing double on seeing the house master kneeling beside her, and touching her head, to examine 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 Miranda was dripping wet juice in her core to have him to pleasure her.

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, her voice gentle and 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!" Derrick was furious. He had not touched a woman before, and most women avoid touching him. 

The only women who had touched him were his mother and older sisters. More likely, when he was younger, they mostly fondled his cheeks, as he had big cheeks growing up as a little boy. 

Growing up, his immediately older sister, Nicole, was mostly only hugging him, and she limited touching his cheek as she grew into an adult. Only his mother still touches his cheeks fondly 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 orders Miranda with a stern voice, "Get out of here, 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 a lowly person 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 ship as her.

Picking his towel that had fallen to the ground, Miranda stood up, not caring to wrap the towel around her body. 

She sobbed as she strolled to pick up her pink gown, that she dropped on the tiled floor.

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

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