CHAPTER 4

After Derrick left his mother’s room, he decided to retire to his own room to rest. The night was chilly and seemed as though it would 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 an unfamiliar scent lingering in the air.

Switching on the wall light, his deep blue eyes darkened at the sight of a lady’s gown and panties on the tiled marble floor.

Not only that, Derrick heard a feminine voice humming inside his bathroom. His room was vast. Inside his bedroom he had a study, a relaxing room, a library where he had studied some of his books before graduating two years ago, and a private gym if he did not want to use the main gym downstairs that he shared with his sisters.

They were all married and had left his mother’s home. Nicole had still been around the previous year, but after she found her husband and moved in with him following her extravagant wedding, Derrick was now home alone with his aged mother and the bodyguards who guarded their exquisite villa.

Derrick's anger boiled as he wondered who the lady was who had dared to intrude on his privacy and, worse, use his bathroom to her satisfaction.

One thing Derrick hated was sharing his personal space. Yes, he loved his mother and gave her all his attention, caring little for any younger woman.

Derrick did not care about beautiful young 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 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 water running, the bubbling sounds, and a lady humming a sweet voice inside.

Recognising the voice as similar to that of the maid he had observed for the first time, Derrick’s deep blue eyes darkened. He turned the bathroom door open, ready to deal with the maid personally before handing her over to the guards for dismissal.

However, Derrick had not thought he would see her naked. As the bathroom door pushed open, Miranda had just stepped out of the bathtub. She was shocked to see those deep blue eyes looking at her with so much rage.

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

Miranda stood before the house master completely nude. 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 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 air. She wanted to get away, yet seeing Derrick rooted at the door and making no attempt to move, she grew scared for her life.

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

Derrick was as hard as a rock. His dîck was on the brink of exploding. He had never felt such a great level of desire before. Not only did the maid’s voice trigger every part of him to consume her, but after seeing her sexy body he doubted he would be able to resist such temptation.

Derrick would have preferred it if Miranda had been mute, but she had dared to speak, making him precum 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 could not even speak properly like the boss he was.

Seeing her sexy body, he wanted to pounced on her and consume her immediately—but he had never had sex before. What if he killed her on the bed? No, this was not the plan.

“I am sorry, Sir. I…”

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

Miranda hastily ran from the bathroom with the towel. She had not even wrapped it properly around her body, so she slipped, fell, and hit her head against the wall.

Derrick was aghast. He thought Miranda had passed out from the force of the fall. Before he knew it he rushed to her side, scooped her head on his thighs and asked, “Are you alright? 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 late father’s wealth.

Derrick assumed even his bodyguards and assistants would not dare to back him; they might be the first to expose the murder case to the police inspector. So he had to make sure the maid was alright and not dead after hitting her head with such force.

Miranda felt as though she were seeing double as the house master knelt beside her, touching her head and examining whether she was alive. She wanted to pretend she was dead so she could savour more of his delicious aroma.

*Oh, he scented so divine," Miranda thought, and she was dripping wet to have him.

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, not knowing the effect he had on her.

Miranda pretended to be dead, yet she moaned—and only then did Derrick push her away.

“So you were pretending to be unconscious all along!” Derrick was furious. He had never touched a woman before, and most women avoided touching him.

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

Growing up, his immediate elder sister Nicole had mostly only hugged him and limited touching his cheek once she became an adult.

Only his mother still touched his cheeks and 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 savour the feeling of the house master’s scent until she could no longer bear it and moaned.

Standing on his feet, Derrick ordered Miranda with a cold 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 woman like you! Have I made myself clear?”

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

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

She tossed the master’s towel away. Derrick stood there watching her as she picked up her panties and put them on.

Derrick was supposed to look away, but the way Miranda's áss looked so round and soft, he could not stare away. He gulped the saliva that had formed in his mouth as she picked up her pink gown and wore it, before dashing out of the room.