5| Resisting Temptations

Derrick hadn't thought he would be able to resist Miranda. She was so alluring; her hips had awakened something deep within him. After returning to his bathroom, he wanted to take a bath to relieve his arousal, but then he remembered that Miranda had used his bath.

Never had Derrick shared his bathroom with anyone before; now a maid of low status dared to use his bath, sponge, and soap. Derrick felt irritated and wanted to discipline the maid, but how would he report such news to his mother? His mother was already over 70 years old. What if she had a heart attack and fainted from the shock?

"No, I cannot let my mother find out about this," Derrick said, feeling enraged as his member still throbbed and ached, needing that round ass to cool it off.

"Damn it! What kind of temptation is this? I guess I should have that maid fired tomorrow morning. Isn't she the same maid who dared to beat up Melody to such an extent? I see that she's on a mission here, and I will deal with her personally tomorrow," Derrick affirmed.

Moving away from the bathroom door, where he had been standing and staring at it with irritation, Derrick walked over to the pristine bathtub and cleaned it properly. He washed out his soap and sponge, feeling annoyed that Miranda had used them.

"Miranda," he said, musing over her name. "She dares to cross the line and use my belongings. I will deal with her later."

After completely cleaning the bathtub, Derrick prepared his bath and finally entered. He remembered seeing Miranda naked when he opened the bathroom door.

"Oh! I should not have opened that door after hearing her voice. She had such a nice, soothing voice," Derrick thought about Miranda’s lovely voice and the way she moaned when he held her cheek to check if her head was okay.

Her skin had felt so soft and soothing to his touch.

Despite being in a cold bath, Derrick didn’t bother to mix the water with hot water to warm it up.

He recalled how Miranda's cheek felt beneath his fingers. "Her body was so soft. Damn it! I should get a girlfriend to relieve this tension. I cannot bring myself to sleep with a maid. No way, I can't."

Waving off thoughts of Miranda from his mind, Derrick finally got out of the bathtub after spending hours soaking.

Heavy rain had started to fall, flooding the streets outside. Derrick stood by his window, staring at the torrential downpour.

He remembered that he hadn’t even called his elder sister to confirm if she had made it back home safely.

With a sigh, Derrick moved away from the window after shutting the curtains and closing it to prevent the rain from entering his bedroom.

Seeing that it was already past midnight, he thought against calling his sister, as he knew she lived only a short distance from the family mansion.

Walking over to his exquisite bed, Derrick picked up his body lotion from his drawer. He moisturized his body and then went into his closet to grab some sleeping clothes. He put on a white night robe and climbed onto his lush bed to sleep.

As he shut his eyes, the memory of holding Miranda flooded back to him. The weather wasn't helping; he needed a warm body to keep him warm. He was sweating and tossed the bedcover aside, sitting up in bed.

Derrick hadn't thought about having sex. He was 25, and he had fewer friends, as he regarded most of them as foes. He knew he couldn’t trust any of them. He did trust Alexa, who was a loyal staff member. After working with him for a year, he had no issues with her.

"Or is Alexa pretending just to get me to like her?" Derrick wondered. He couldn't go to a hotel to find a woman. He wasn’t the kind of man who indulged in watching adult content for release, either. He desired to have Miranda in his bed and pleasure her, and with how his body reacted to that thought, he desperately wanted to get Miranda on his bed and on cloud nine with him.

Derrick groaned and left his bedroom for his study to occupy himself since he couldn’t sleep or think of anything except Miranda's nude body that he had seen.

Meanwhile, Miranda had returned to her room on the lower floor of the mansion. She felt sad after remembering how Derrick had made it clear that she was of lower status and that he wanted nothing to do with her.

Miranda had thought that after Derrick had seen her naked, he would take her to bed.

"What was I even thinking? What if Master Derrick sent me away tomorrow? Oh my God! I haven't saved enough to start the business I want."

Miranda recalled her first salary since working in the Luis mansion after graduating from college. She had used the money they paid her monthly to help the orphanage. Later, she used the remainder of her savings to purchase land in a distant area. She dreamed of owning a mall—a large supermarket in her name—where she would sell various items.

That was five years ago, and she had an agent helping her build the mall to her specifications. She hadn’t even visited the area after purchasing the land, but she heard from the agent that many contractors had approached him to resell the land, wanting to build other companies there.

Miranda learned that the area had developed, and a company was offering to pay her 10 million to buy her land, as it was located on a main road in the heart of town.

The town had progressed since five years ago, but Miranda wanted to use the land for her own purposes. She planned to relocate to the area once she built her mall and established herself. She refused to remain a servant and hoped for a wonderful man to marry her.

Wiping away her tears, Miranda walked to her window and shut it after the heavy wind had pushed her curtains aside. The Luis family was benevolent and allowed the maids to have separate rooms in the magnificent home.

After shutting the window, Miranda stripped off her dirty pink gown. She tried not to think about Master Derrick again, even though her heart yearned to be with him. She decided to focus on her job and save enough money to establish herself.

"Maybe in two years, I will be done with my service here, and then I will move to another town to start my business."

A satisfied smile curled on Miranda’s lips as she envisioned a life where she would be referred to as "Madam." She would have prayed for a man to elevate her status, knowing how prideful men could be. Miranda decided that she would become as prideful and as arrogant as she could be when she acquired wealth.

When morning arrived, Miranda was sleeping under the covers when the head maid, Juliet, barged into the room and tapped Miranda's shoulder roughly.

"Miranda! Wake up! Lady Loretta has summoned you to the living room."