Chapter 4 - Caught In his Bathroom

After Derrick had left his mother’s room, he decided to retire to his own room to rest. The night was chilly and seemed as though it was going to rain soon.

Derrick reflected on what his sister had said concerning him dating Alexa. He liked Alexa, but he wanted to focus on his father’s firm first, expand it to the other states, and open mini-branches all over the world.

Returning to his room, Derrick noticed an unfamiliar, feminine scent lingering in the air.

Switching on the light switch, his deep-blue eyes darkened at the sight of the lady’s gown and pants on the tiled marble floor.

Not only that, Derrick heard a feminine voice speaking inside his bathroom. His room was vast. Inside his bedroom, he had a study where he studied some of his books before graduating two years ago.

Derrick also had a relaxing room, a library, and a private gym in case he did not want to go to the main gym downstairs, which he shared with his sisters.

They were all married and had left their mother’s home.

Nicole had been around the previous year, but after she found her partner, she moved in with him following her extravagant wedding. Derrick was now home alone with his aged mother and the bodyguards guarding their exquisite villa.

Derrick's anger boiled as he wondered who the lady was who had dared to intrude on his privacy and, not only that, use his bathroom to her satisfaction.

One thing Derrick hated was sharing his personal space. Yes, he loved his mother and devoted all his attention to her, not caring about any younger woman.

Derrick did not care about beautiful women, so who had dared to intrude into his bedroom, knowing that no one was allowed to disturb him whenever he was at home or 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 the bathroom door. He could hear the sound of running water, the bubbling of the soap, and a lady muttering a sweet voice inside.

Recognizing the voice as similar to that of the maid he had observed earlier, Derrick’s deep blue eyes darkened. He turned the bathroom door handle to deal with the maid personally, before handing her over to the guards to dismiss her.

However, Derrick had not thought he would see her naked. As the bathroom door opened, Miranda got out of the bathtub and was shocked to see him looking at her with so much rage.

Miranda was stunned for a moment as Master Derrick’s eyes roamed over her body. Of course, she had an hourglass figure; her breasts were full, and her hips were extremely seductive.

Miranda was standing before the housemaster completely nude, and Derrick, who had never seen a naked woman before, found it extremely hard to control the arousal he felt.

Without being told, Miranda quickly snatched one of the white towels in the bathroom and wrapped it around her chest to hide her nude body from his preying eyes.

“I am sorry, Master. I didn’t mean to bathe here.” Miranda’s soothing voice filled the bathroom, and she wanted to get away from there.

However, seeing Derrick rooted to the spot at the door and making no attempt to move away, Miranda felt scared for her life.

She still needed her maid’s job to establish herself, and she was not ready to lose it yet.

Derrick felt as hard as a rock. His dîck was on the verge of exploding. He had never felt such a primal level of desire before.

Not only did the maid’s voice trigger his desire to consume her, but after seeing her sexy body, he doubted he would be able to resist the temptation.

Derrick would have preferred it if Miranda had been mute, but the silly woman dared to speak, making him come close to ejaculating 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. He couldn’t speak properly like the boss he was.

Seeing Miranda's sexy body, Derrick's wanted to consume her immediately, but he had never had sex before. What if he killed her in bed? No, this was not the plan.

“I am sorry, sir. I…”

“I said keep quiet. Get out of here!” Derrick shouted.

Miranda swiftly ran out of the bathroom with the towel. She didn’t even get to wrap it around her body properly, so she slipped and fell, hitting her head against the wall.

Derrick was shocked, thinking Miranda had died from the force with which she had slipped and fallen.

He didn’t know when he rushed over to her and asked, “Are you all right? Does your head hurt?”

Derrick knew that if Miranda died in his bedroom, he would be framed for murder. He had many enemies. At such a young age, he had become a billionaire overnight after inheriting his father’s wealth and everything that had been left to him.

Derrick assumed even his bodyguards and assistants wouldn’t dare to support him. They would be the first to expose the murder to the police inspector, so he had to make sure that the maid was all right and not dead after hitting her head against the wall with such great force.

Miranda felt as though she were seeing double as she saw the housemaster kneeling beside her, touching her head, and examining her to see if she was alive. She wanted to pretend she was dead so she could savor more of his delicious scent.

Oh, he smelled so divine, and she was dripping wet with desire for him.

Miranda thought that even if she had died, Master Derrick’s cologne would be enough to raise the dead, and her body would resurrect just to be with him.

“Hey, are you all right?” Derrick caressed Miranda’s cheek, not knowing the effect 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 to be unconscious all along!” Derrick was furious. He had never touched a naked woman before, and most women avoided touching him.

The only women who had touched him were his mother and older sisters. When he was younger, they had mostly fondled his cheeks because he had big cheeks, and they usually carried him when he was a little boy.

As he grew up, his immediately older sister, Nicole, mostly hugged him and limited touching his cheeks as she became an adult. Only his mother still touched his cheeks as she called 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 master’s scent, but she couldn’t bear it anymore and moaned.

Standing up, Derrick ordered Miranda with a stern voice, “Get out, and do not try such nonsense with me next time. Know your place. You are a maid here, and I can never have anything to do with a lowly maid like you! Have I made myself clear to you?”

Miranda’s heart broke into sobs at the way Derrick made it clear to her that she was not on his level. She had known all along that she was falsely dreaming of admiring a man who was not in the same league as her.

Picking up the white towel that had fallen to the ground, Miranda stood up, not caring to wrap it around her body properly. She sobbed as she strolled over to her pink gown, which was lying on the tiled floor.

She tossed the towel away, and Derrick stood there watching her as she picked up her pants and put them on.

Derrick was supposed to look away, but the way Miranda's backside looked so round and soft made it impossible for him to look away. He gulped the saliva that had formed in his mouth, while she picked up her pink gown and put it on.