Chapter 4. In his bathroom

When Derrick left his mother's room, he decided to retire 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 him dating Alexa. He liked Alexa, but he wanted to focus on his father's firm first, expanding it to other states and opening mini branches all over the world.

Returning to his room, Derrick noticed the unfamiliar scent that lingered in the air. Switching on the wall switch, his deep blue eyes darkened at the sight of the lady's gown and pants on the tiled marble floor.

Not only that, but he also heard a feminine voice humming inside his bathroom. His room was spacious; it included a study room, a relaxing room, a library where he studied some of his books before graduating two years ago, as well as a private gym when he didn't want to go to the main gym downstairs, which he shared with his sisters.

All of his sisters were married and had left their mother's home. Nicole had been around the previous year, but after finding her second half, she moved on to live with her partner after their extravagant wedding. Derrick was now home alone with his aging mother and the bodyguards guarding their exquisite villa.

His anger boiled as he wondered who the lady was that dared to intrude upon his privacy, and not only that, but also use his bathroom for her own satisfaction.

One thing Derrick hated was sharing his personal space. Yes, he loved his mother and concentrated all his attention on her, not caring about any younger woman. He did not care about beautiful women, so who had dared to intrude into his bedroom, knowing that no one was allowed to disturb him while he was at home?

The maids were only allowed to tidy up his room when he was at 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, bubbling sounds, and a lady humming a sweet tune inside.

Recognizing the voice to be similar to that of the maid he had observed for the first time, Derrick's midnight 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 hadn’t expected to see her naked. As the bathroom door swung open, Miranda emerged from the bathtub, shocked to find Derrick’s midnight eyes staring at her with such rage.

Miranda was momentarily stunned 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.

Standing before the master of the house completely nude, Derrick, who had never seen a naked woman before, was finding 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 naked body from his prying eyes.

"I am sorry, Master. I didn't mean to bathe here," Miranda's soothing voice filled the air of the bathroom, and she wanted to get away. However, seeing that Derrick was rooted at the door and not making any attempt to move, Miranda was scared for her life.

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

Derrick was as hard as a rock. His member was on the brink of exploding. Never had he felt such an overwhelming level of desire before. Not only did the maid’s voice trigger his body’s desires, but after seeing her sexy body, he doubted he would be able to resist such temptations.

He would have preferred it if she were mute, but she silly dared to speak, making him cum short 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. Gosh, he couldn’t speak like the boss he was supposed to be. Seeing her body made him want to consume her immediately, but he had never had sex before. What if he accidentally killed her on the bed? No, this was not the plan.

"I am sorry, sir. I..."

"I said shut up! Get out of here!" Derrick shouted at her, and Miranda immediately ran out of the bathroom with the towel. She didn’t even manage to wrap the towel around her body properly before she slipped and fell, hitting her head against the wall.

Derrick was aghast as he thought Miranda had passed out from the force of her fall. Without hesitation, he rushed to her side, asking, "Are you alright? Does your head hurt?"

Derrick knew that if Miranda died in his bedroom, he would be framed for murder. He had a lot of enemies. At such a young age, and having become a billionaire overnight after inheriting his father’s wealth, he knew he couldn’t afford to have this on his conscience. Even his bodyguards and assistants wouldn’t dare to back him; they would be the first to report a murder case to the authorities. So, he had to make sure the maid was alright and not dead from hitting her head with such force.

Miranda felt as if she were seeing double as she looked up at the house master kneeling beside her, touching her head and examining if she was alive. She wanted to pretend she was dead just to savor more of his delicious aroma.

Oh, he smelled divine, and she was dripping with desire to have him.

Miranda thought that even if she were dead, 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, unaware of the effect he had on her. 

Miranda pretended to be unconscious, but when she moaned, Derrick pushed her away.

"So you're pretending with me all along that you're unconscious?" Derrick was furious. He had never touched a woman before, and most women avoided him. The only women who had touched him were his mother and older sisters. When he was younger, they mostly fondled his cheeks, as he had full cheeks, and they would carry him when he was a little boy.

Growing up, his immediate older sister, Nicole, mostly hugged him, and as she grew into adulthood, she limited touching his cheeks. Only his mother still touched his cheeks and called him her baby.

"No, sir... I was not... pre-ten-ding," Miranda spluttered, stretching the words and still seeing double. She wanted to savor the feeling of the house master's scent until she couldn’t bear it any longer and moaned again.

Standing up, Derrick ordered Miranda, "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 being 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 had known all along that she was dreaming foolishly by admiring a man who was not in the same league as her.

Gathering the towel that had fallen to the ground, Miranda stood up, not caring to wrap it around her body properly. She sobbed as she walked over to pick up her pink gown lying on the tiled floor.

She tossed the master’s towel away, and Derrick stood there watching her pick up her pants and put them on.

Derrick should have looked away, but the way Miranda's backside looked so round and soft made it impossible for him to turn his gaze. He gulped the saliva that had formed in his mouth while she picked up her pink maid gown to wear it.