Chapter 4

• After Derrick had left his mother's room, he decided to retire to his own room to rest. The night was cold, 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 and expand it to other states, as well as open mini-branches all over the world.
• Returning to his room, Derrick noticed an unfamiliar scent lingering in the air.
• Switching on the wall switch, his deep blue eyes darkened at the sight of a lady's gown and pants on the tiled marble floor.
• Not only that, but Derrick also heard a feminine voice humming inside his bathroom. His room was vast. Inside his bedroom, he had a study, a relaxing room, and a library where he studied some of his books before he graduated two years ago. Derrick also had a private gym if he didn't 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. Nicole had been around the previous year, but after she found her husband, she moved on to live with him after her extravagant wedding.
• Derrick was now home alone with his mother and the bodyguards guarding their exquisite villa.
• His 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 that Derrick hated was sharing his personal space. Yes, he loved his mother and gave her all his attention, not caring about any younger woman.
• Derrick didn't 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 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 the water running, the bubbling sounds, and a lady whispering inside.
• Recognizing the voice as 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 handing her over to the guard to dismiss her.
• However, Derrick hadn't thought he would see her náked. As the bathroom door pushed open, Miranda got out of the bathtub, shocked to see the midnight eyes looking at her with so much rage.
• Miranda was stunned for a moment as Master Derrick's blue eyes roamed all over her body. Of course, she had an hourglass shape, her brẹasts were full, and her hips were extremely seductive.
• Miranda was standing before the housemaster completely nude, and Derrick, who had not seen a nàked 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 nude body from his gaze.
• "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 rooted at the door and not making an attempt to move away, she was scared for her life.
• Miranda still needed her maid job to establish herself, and she wasn't ready to lose it yet.
• Derrick was as hard as a rock. His member was on the brink of exploding. Never before had he felt such a great level of desire. Not only did the maid's voice trigger his body to consume her, but after seeing her sexy body, he doubted he would be able to resist such temptations.
• Derrick would have preferred it if Miranda were mute, but she dared to speak, making him almost climax 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 the boss he was. Seeing her body, he wanted to consume her immediately, but he had not had sex before. What if he killed her in bed? No, this was not the plan.
• "I am sorry, sir. I..."
• "I said keep shut. Get out of here!" Derrick shouted at her, and Miranda hastily 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, hitting her head on the wall.
• Derrick was aghast, thinking Miranda had passed out from the force of the fall. He rushed up to her 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 a lot of enemies. At such a young age, becoming a billionaire overnight after inheriting his late father's wealth made him a target.
• 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 after hitting her head on the wall with such great force.
• Miranda felt like she was seeing double, seeing the housemaster kneeling beside her, 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 smelled so divine, and she was desperate to have him.
• Miranda thought that even if she 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, but she moaned, and only then did Derrick push her away.
• "So you've been 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 older sisters. When he was younger, they mostly fondled his cheeks, as he had big cheeks, and they usually carried him.
• Growing up, his immediately elder sister, Nicole, was mostly only hugging him, and she limited touching his cheek as she grew into an adult. Only his mother still touched his cheeks, calling 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 housemaster's scent, but she couldn't bear it anymore and moaned.
• 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 at the way Derrick made it clear that she was not on his level. She knew all along that she was falsely dreaming, admiring a man who was not on the same ship as her.
• Picking up the towel that had fallen to the ground, Miranda stood up, not caring to wrap it around her body properly. She sobbed as she grabbed 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 behind looked so round and soft, he couldn't tear his gaze away, and he gulped the saliva that had formed in his mouth while she picked up her pink maid gown to wear it.