CHAPTER 4

When Derrick had left his mother's room, he decided to retire back to his own room to rest. The night was chilly, and it also seemed like it was going to rain soon.

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 firm first and to expand it to the other states as well as opening mini-branches all over the world.

Returning to his room, Derrick 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 pants he saw on the tiled marble floor.

Not only that, he heard a feminine voice humming inside his bathroom. His room was vast, and he had a study room, a relaxing room, a library where he studied some of his books before he graduated two years ago. 

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

They were all married and had left his mother's home. Before Nicole was around the previous year, but after Nicole found her partner and she moved on to live with her partner, after 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 was the lady that had dared to intrude his privacy and not only that, use his bathroom to her satisfaction.

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

Derrick didn't care about beautiful women, so who had dared to intrude into his bedroom, knowing no one was allowed to disturb him whenever he was around.

The maids were only allowed to tidy up his room when he had gone to the company and 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 the water running and also the bubbling sounds of the water, and also a lady humming a sweet song in there.

Recognizing the voice to be similar to the maid he was observing for the first time, Derrick's midnight eyes darkened. 

He turned the bathroom door open to deal with the maid personally before he handed her over to the guard to dismiss her.

However, Derrick hadn't thought he would see her naked. As the bathroom door pushed open, just then did Miranda get out of the bathtub, and she 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 roamed all over her body. Of course, she had an hourglass shape, her breasts were full, and her hips were extremely seductive.

Miranda was standing before the house master completely nude, and Derrick, who had not seen a nàked woman before, was now 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 she quickly wrapped it around her chest to hide her nude body from the 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 from there. 

However, seeing 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 brink of exploding. Never had he felt such a greater level of desire before. Not only did the maid's voice trigger all his body to consume her, after seeing her sexy body, he doubted he would be able to resist such temptations.

Derrick would have preferred it if Miranda was mute, but she dared to speak and also 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 well like a boss that he was. Seeing the body, he wanted to consume her immediately, but he had not had sex before. What if he kills her on the bed? No, this was not the plan.

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

"I said keep shut. Get out of here!" Derrick yelled at Miranda. 

However, Miranda swiftly 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 on the wall.

Derrick was aghast as he thought Miranda had passed out with the force that she used to slip and fall off. 

He didn't know when he rushed up to meet her and asked her, "Are you alright? Does your head hurt?"

Derrick knew if Miranda died in his bedroom, he would be framed for murder. 

At such a young age and becoming a billionaire overnight, Derrick knew he had many enemies. 

Even his bodyguards and assistants wouldn't dare to back him. They would be the first to expose the murder case to the inspector, so he had to make sure that the maid was alright, and not dead as she hit her head on the wall with such great force.

Miranda felt like she was seeing double, seeing the house master kneeling beside her and touching her head, and examining if she was alive. 

She wanted to pretend she was dead, so she could savor more of his delicious aroma.

Oh, he scented so divine, and she was dripping wet to have him.

Miranda thought 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, 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're pretending with me all along that you're unconscious!" Derrick was furious. He had not touched a woman before, and most women avoided touching him. 

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

Growing up, his immediately elder sister, Nicole, was mostly only hugging him, and she limited touching his cheek as she grew to an adult. Only his mother still touched his cheeks 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, not until she couldn't bear it anymore, and she moaned out.

Standing up on his feet, 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 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 of his level. She knew it all along that she was dreaming falsely in admiring a man who was not on the same ship as her.

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

She tossed the master's towel away, and Derrick stood there watching her as she picked up her pants 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 while she picked up her pink gown and wore it.