Mireille stepped out of the cab and looked at the cafe for a few seconds before walking towards it.
She would never have thought that she would have to eventually settle for a job like this. She walked into the cafe and and confidently walked over to the counter.
"Hello" she smiled at the lady behind the counter.
"Hello, what would you like to have?" The lady asked with a nice smile.
"No, I am not having anything. I am Mireille Mathieu and I am..."
"Here for the job? Yes, boss told me about it. He is not around right now but he told me you would be here."
Mireille only smiled in response to the lady.
"I am Leila and it is very nice to meet you. You can start work immediately though"
"Immediately?" Mireille was a little bit taken aback.
"Yes." Leila replied.
"What about the employment contract?" Mireille questioned and Leila flashed her a smile.
"I will get it for you. If you are comfortable with it, you can start working immediately but if you are not, you can call the boss and discuss the terms" Leila replied and went away for about a minute.
She reappeared with a document in her hands.
"Here you go"
Mireille took it from her and read through it. She had heard from James a lot of times that contracts should be read carefully.
One wrong signature and she could be in trouble.
"You are really meticulous" Leila commented.
Mireille was about to give a response but a customer walked in and so she kept quiet and continued reading while Leila attended to the customer.
Mireille finished reading the contract just as the customer left.
"Done reading, can I get a pen to sign?"
"Sure"
Few hours later
Mireille was slowly getting a hang of the job and Leila was very helpful and patient with her.
The job was a little bit stressful for Mireille since she had barely ever had to do any work all her life but still, it felt fulfilling to finally work for money and that feeling was enough to keep her pushing on.
"Hey" a man called out to her and Mireille looked at him with a smile.
"What would you like to have sir?" She questioned.
The man was wearing a black hoodie and black joggers. Mireille thought he looked a little bit familiar and as the man raised his head up, she realised the man had been at the cafe about an hour ago.
"Oh, you are back sir"
"I would like to have your contact" the man said to her, a creepy smile appearing on his face.
The smile on Mireille's face faded away instantly.
"I am sorry but I don't give out my personal contact to customers"
"Would you not like to earn what you earn in a month in just one night?" He asked, his smile getting even creepier.
Mireille wanted to roll her eyes. She had more than enough in her bank account already and if she ever needed more, James was there and there was Dante too.
She was not sure why she included Dante but she did.
"I am not interested. Please leave if you are not going to get anything" Mireille said to him sternly.
"Feisty? I like that." He grinned.
"Just name your price for a night. Your body needs a man like me, you should not give it out to some struggling guys. Let a man like me have your body"
Mireille could not hold it in anymore. She scoffed and slammed her fist against the counter.
"There are better men out there for me to offer my body to!" She gritted her teeth.
'There are men like Dante' that was her inner thoughts but she did not say that out loud.
She wondered why in the world she seemed to be connecting every single thing with Dante.
The grin on the face of the man completely disappeared.
"Better men? We will see about that, you rude bitch..."
"What is going on here?" Leila walked up to the both of them.
The man said nothing but retreated and walked out of the cafe.
"He is a pervert. Asking me how much I can sell my body to him. Do you get requests like these?" Mireille asked Leila.
"There are men like that every now and then. It is just the world, I guess" Leila shrugged.
"Alright" was all Mireille could say.
Her phone rang in her pocket and Mireille brought out the phone from her pocket. It was Dante calling her.
She bit down on her lower lip, wondering if she should pick his call or not.
Eventually, she decided not to pick his call. She ended the call and instead chose to send a message.
'What is the issue? I am fine and I am not picking up your calls cause I don't want to hear your voice'
Only a few seconds had passed before her phone beeped with a message.
'Pick my call up right away, Princess if you don't want me to come pick you up right now'
Mireille had barely finished reading the text when his call came in again. She sighed and picked the call, taking the phone to her right ear.
"Hello, princess" his deep masculine voice caressed her ears.
"Why are you calling me?" Mireille asked.
"Wanted to make sure you are okay. A princess should not be without guards in the first place but you already are without one"
"I am fine. The world is not as dangerous as you think it is, Dante"
She heard a small groan from the other side of the phone.
"What's it?"
"Nothing, princess. I guess I should go now"
Without waiting for a response from her, the call was ended. Mireille stared at her phone for a few seconds before shrugging it off and tucking her phone away into her back pocket.
"Your boyfriend?" Leila asked with a teasy smile.
"Of course not, what would you make think like that?"
"I think I heard him calling you a princess" Leila replied and stared up at the ceiling.
"I will do anything to be treated like a princess"
"Trust me it is the worst thing ever to be treated like a princess when you are not one"
"It can't be bad" Leila argued.
"It's worse than whatever you are imagining right now"
Hours later
"Goodbye." Leila waved at Mireille who waved back at her.
The cafe had closed and Leila had gone her way, leaving just Mireille by the roadside, waiting for a cab.
After about a minute of waiting, she had an eerie feeling but she brushed the feeling away. After waiting for a few more minutes without getting a cab, she decided to walk over to the bus stop and get a bus instead.
Mireille had only walked about a minute when she felt someone was following her. She turned back but there was no one behind her. The path was lonely and dimly lit.
Mireille quickened her pace, wanting to get to the bus stop as soon as possible.
She turned back again to make sure no one was following her but this time, she saw who was following her.
Black hoodie, black jeans. It was the man from earlier who had requested her to sell her body to him for her salary.
Mireille felt a bead of sweat form on her forehead almost instantly. She knew she was in trouble.
She quickly reached into her bag, her steps become quicker. She picked her phone out and dialed Dante's contact but he was not picking up.
A whimper left her lips as she heard the man running to catch up with her. Mireille quickly broke into a race as she tried to text Dante hurriedly.
She was about to click the send button when Dante's call came in.
"Hey princess, what did I do to deserve a call from...."
"I am in danger, Dante." She cut him off, her breathing heavy.
"What is going on?"
"I...." Her words were cut off by a harsh push by the man.
The phone fell from her hands and she fell to the hard floor.
"Princess? Talk to me. What's going on?" She could hear his voice from the phone as the man grinned at her with an evil glint in his eyes.
"Mireille! What is happening?!" He called her by her name but Mireille could only whimper as the man picked up the phone and ended the call before dropping the phone back to the floor.
"There are better men for you to offer your body to??" The man scoffed and grabbed Mireille by her hair.
"Stop! Please!" Mireille cried out in pains.
"No. You refused my money and now I am going to take it free. You can struggle all you want but it will only make this more enjoyable for me" the man laughed out loud like a maniac.
"Please, let me go"
Dante stepped on the accelerator, his eyes narrowed and sharp. His brows were pulled into a sharp arch and just above them, few beads of sweat had formed on his forehead. He had tried calling Mireille back a couple of times but she was not picking up anymore and he could not quantify his fear of losing her. How in the world would he live with the guilt of knowing that he killed her by letting her out alone? And how would he tell James about whatever happened? He glanced at the gun on the other seat of the car. The bullets in that gun was meant for someone else but not anymore. The bullets were now meant for whosoever had put her in danger. Checking the location of her phone, Dante pulled the car to a halt and stepped out of the car with his phone and gun in his hands. He only had to walk a few steps before he heard her voice. "Help me!" It was a scream, filled with pains, pains that Dante himself could feel. He ran towards the direction of the voice and found Mireille underneat
The next dayMireille kept her eyes closed, feeling the warmth of another body from behind her. She could feel his breath caressing her neck and his arms wrapped around her body, holding her in place. Still keeping her eyes closed, memories of the previous night flooded Mireille's brain and she found herself subconsciously relaxing into his body. She still felt scared after the close rape accident and pushing her body closer to his helped her feel safer. She could recall how she had cried, screamed and begged the man to let her go. She had put up a fight that she knew was not going to last long, then Dante had come for her and had shot the man multiple times. She could still hear the gunshots in her head and that was the first time she witnessed a killing. The shots resounded in her head and her hand subconsciously grabbed Dante's arm, holding onto him tightly.It was weird. He was the one who had pulled the trigger and caused the shots that was now scaring her but still yet, he se
Mireille leaned in even closer, wanting to capture Dante's lips with her lips. Each brush of their lips against each other made her shiver and she could not deny the wetness that had formed in her panties. "I should not be doing this" Dante whispered, his lips still brushing hers. Instinctively, Mireille's grip around him got tighter as if not wanting to let him go. Mireille knew this was her body taking over and not her heart. Her heart wanted Dante to leave the room right away but her body wanted him to stay and do things to her. Hesitation and want filled the air. The room was silent safe for their breathing. She could feel his erection pressing against her stomach and the feel made her recall her drunk night when he had rubbed his erection on her pussy. A soft moan escaped her lips, recollecting that memory but that was when Dante chose to pull away from her completely. "You were talking too much and I had to shut you up" Dante rasped and Mireille just remained silent, not k
Fifteen men in black suits were on their knees as Dante walked into the place. It was a huge abandoned warehouse with barely any signs of luxury that suited a person of Dante's status. A neat chair was however there for him to sit and Dante calmly sat down. More men were standing in the room, each of them with a gun in hand while the ones on their knees had been unarmed. Behind Dante were three other men in black suits. Dante stretched his right hand out and one of the men gave him a gun. Dante grinned at the gun, a menacing grin which was the only type of grin the men in the room had the chance to see on the face of their boss. Without uttering a single word, Dante shot at one of the men and he dropped down dead. The fourteen other men gasped while every other person remained absolutely calm. "There.... He looks better dead and gone and you all are going to be looking just like him if you don't tell me where the bags are" "I swear, boss. We don't know the bags of drugs got mis
Mireille was in the living room, cuddling a pillow and watching a movie. The doctor had come and checked up on her and she had had to use some drugs. Mireille was bored at home but felt scared to even attempt going out. She knew for sure that Dante would not let her go out in the first place after what had happened and she herself did not want to go out. Her experience last night had made her scared of going out suddenly. Mireille yawned sleepily and laid down on the couch instead, still cuddling the pillow. A few minutes passed before her phone beeped with a message. Mireille reached for the phone. The screen was now broken due to it falling to the floor the previous night. The message was from Dante. Mireille pouted a little before opening the message. "I am almost home. Go and get dressed up, we are going out together" the message read. Mireille let out a low hiss and dropped her phone. She was not interested in going out, especially with Dante. Mireille reached for the r
Dante walked into the living room, two bags in each of his hands. Mireille had barely brought anything, insisting that she had everything she needed already. Dante had forced her to pick the few things she eventually bought but he was glad that she was fine and not worried about what had happened the previous night. He read through her best and so he was sure that him being around her took her mind off the incident. "You just stressed me out. Now I am hungry" Mireille grumbled and stopped walking, turning to face him. She crouched down to kick off the heels she wes wearing while Dante just stood in front of her but as she pulled the heel off her right feet, she lost her balance and quickly reached out for Dante to stabilise herself. Her hand grabbed his black belt as she tried to stabilise herself but ended up on her knees anyways. Mireille let out a breath of relief, grateful that she had not fallen down but Dante was in another world already. Mireille on her knees, with her ha
Heavy breathing filled Mireille's room. Dante and Mireille did not say a word to each other. Her orgasm had subsided but she was still in his arms, her legs still spread open and her pussy still dripping with her fluids. She had her tits still heaving with every heavy breath. Dante's left arm was just right underneath her boobs and his trousers was wet from her squirt. Dante shut his eyes and groaned. He had to be out of here as soon as possible if he did not want to lose control totally and fuck her. His hard-on was pressing against her soft, luscious ass and that was not in any way helping issues. He withdrew his hand from in between her legs and brought it close to his own lips, his lips parted and he sucked on two of his fingers.She was so fucking tasty and a naughty groan from him filled the room for the next few seconds he was sucking. Dante knew he should not be expecting a word from Mireille. He needed no one to tell him that her face was flushed right now and she was pr
The next dayMireille woke up the next day and almost instantly, her heart skipped a beat reminding her of what had happened between she and Dante the previous night. Slowly, Mireille pulled herself up and sat up on the bed before running her hands through her messy hair. She palmed her face for the next few seconds, wanting to just bury her face somewhere and not step out all day. It was a Sunday and she kind of knew that Dante would be staying home all day on a Sunday. Mireille did not know how she was supposed to face him. The both of them had barely said anything to each other while he touched her the previous night and even after her orgasm. "What the hell is wrong with you, Mireille? You have never been like this. You never even let Charles touch you for the three years you were together and you let Dante, a man you have not seen in seven years, a man you do not love touch you like that" she scolded herself. Mireille scolded herself even more before getting off her bed to ta