Mireille stepped into the living room after spending the entire evening in the room.
Dante was standing at the other side of the living room with a man dressed in suit standing in front of him.
The other man seemed to be cowering in respect for Dante.
"Has he signed the contract?" Dante questioned.
"Yes boss"
"Good. Let them go now"
"Yes boss. I will inform the guys to release them"
"You may leave" Dante dismissed the man and turned to face Mireille.
The stern look that had been on his face just a few seconds suddenly vanished and his facials relaxed.
"What do you need, princess?" He asked her, his grey eyes staring intently at her.
"You do not intend on starving me, right?" Mireille asked and Dante chuckled softly.
"I don't usually have dinner early but it should be ready in a couple of minutes. I will have them prepare dinners early from now on"
"You still prioritise food a lot" he added and Mireille sat down on one of the luxurious sofa.
"Stop acting like you know everything about me. It's been seven years" she said.
"I sure do not know everything about you anymore.... Like you getting a boyfriend" Dante replied. He still could not get it off his mind that she now had a man in her life.
"And there is a lot more you do not know" Mireille said and threw her right leg over the left one.
The movement had her gown sliding upwards and revealing her thighs.
Dante's eyes immediately trailed the movement as he took a seat opposite her. His eyes remained on the exposed flesh.
Mireille noticed Dante's stare and quickly pulled the dress to cover up her thighs.
"Stop looking, will you?"
Dante smirked and looked at her face.
"Other women would do anything to have me staring at them"
"I am not 'other women'. I know how ugly you truly are" Mireille retorted.
"Ugly? We both know that word is not for me"
"I can't see even a little bit of beauty in you" Mireille continued.
"Maybe you would see a little bit of beauty if I get all these clothings off me? A lot of women see more beauty in me when I am naked"
Mireille gulped down and her cheeks flushed red.
Dante unbuttoned the first two buttons of his shirt.
"What are you doing?"
"Letting you see my beauty?"
Mireille shot up from her seat.
"I guess I will just go back to my room. You are still as much of a flirt as you always were"
"Old habits die hard, Princess"
Dante stood up from the chair too and walked over to her, taking three long strides.
"Sit back down" his hand touched her exposed hands and Mireille could swear she felt a streak of hotness in between her legs at their body contact.
He pushed her gently to the sofa and Mireille subconsciously pressed her thighs together to suppress whatever had just happened in between her legs.
"I will get you ice cream"
He walked away and Mireille breathed out heavily, wondering what she had just felt in between her legs. She did not know exactly what it was but she was sure she had never felt it with anyone before, not even with Charles, her boyfriend.
Dante returned to the room about two minutes later and handed a cup of ice cream to Mireille.
"Vanilla.... I suppose that is still your favourite"
"Yes"
Dante returned to his seat opposite her and Mireille began taking the ice cream.
She used the spoon a few times before sticking out her tongue and licking the ice cream right from its cup.
Dante let out a hot breath as his imagination ran wild. How good would it feel to have her tongue licking his cum instead of ice cream.
Mireille licked again and Dante could not help but groan. Mireille looked up at him, wondering why he had groaned but seeing the ice cream smeared on her lips drove Dante crazy.
He did not want to see her lips smeared with ice cream, he wanted to see those full lips smeared with his cum.
"Fuck me" he cursed roughly as his dick twitched.
"What?" Mireille asked, not hearing what he said.
The innocent look on her face only made Dante feel hotter.
He got up from the chair, slipping his hands into his pocket and instantly turning away from Mireille to prevent her from seeing the outcome of her innocent actions.
"Just have your ice cream. I have a few things to deal with in my room" he replied and walked away, leaving Mireille with a small pout on her lips, wondering what was up with him.
Dante shut the door of his room behind him and groaned out loud.
Perhaps he had forgotten the fact that Mireille was no longer a girl and was now a woman and he was also no longer a boy, but a man.
Things could really happen while they lived together for three months.
"No" he muttered.
He was sure Mireille would stop whatever might want to happen since she had a boyfriend. He knew the type of person Mireille was and he knew she was the type of person who would never cheat.
His phone on his desk rang and Dante walked over to the desk and picked up the phone. It was James calling.
"Hey" Dante sat on the chair before the desk, picking the call.
"Hello Dante. She is with you now, right?" James asked.
"Yes, she is and you do not have to worry. You know she is safe with me"
"Thank you so much, man"
"It's nothing. I have always adored my princess"
James chuckled softly.
"Just make sure that adoration never surpasses what it always was. I know you can't keep your flirting skills to yourself whenever you are around women, but don't go serious with Mireille"
"Do not have anything to do with her, Dante. Don't touch her. Don't fuck with her and don't fuck her. Promise me that though you might flirt with her, you won't touch her"
Dante looked down at the bulge his half erect cock had created in his trousers. He took in a rough breath.
"Dante, promise me" James requested.
"Fine, I promise"
"A real man never...."
"Never breaks his promise" Dante completed Jame's words.
"Be a real man, Dante"
The next day.Mireille had her hair packed up in a bun as she stared at the stocked closet. She had no idea Dante had stocked her closet until she walked into it this morning. It was filled with designer wears and every single thing was freaking expensive. Mireille wondered how much he had spent on stocking this huge closet up. "Whatever amount he spent on this... I doubt I can earn it in three years if I take the jobs I am being offered."Mireille had browsed through the net the previous night and just like before, every well to do company had rejected her application and the only ones that had accepted her were a few cafes she had applied to in her desperate moments. She sighed, shaking her head and finally picked a black fluffy top and blue boyfriend fit jeans. She returned to the room and decided to call James and know how he was doing. James picked up almost instantly. "I was just going to call you" he said as soon as he picked the call and Mireille chuckled. "I beat you to
"Where are you going to, Miss?" One of the men at the gate asked Mireille. "I am going out""We would have to follow you then"Mireille leaned back, a bit taken aback by the response. "Follow me? I can go out myself""This is the boss's orders and we have to follow it. You cannot go out without at least two guards"Mireille scoffed and rolled her eyes. "I am just going to call him" she reached into her black bag and brought out her phone and that was when it dawned on her that she did not even have his contact on her phone. "Do you have his contact?" She asked the guard. "A mere guard like cannot possess the contact of the boss but you can get it from the head of guards"Mireille could not help but be surprised at how much Dante was being revered like he was a god. "Alright" The head of guards was already walking towards the both of them. "Hello" "Can I please have Dante's contact?""Sure" the man replied and Mireille handed her phone over to him. He inputted Dante's contact
"Where is she?" Dante questioned as soon as he stepped out of his car. "Miss Mireille is inside, boss""Did the bastard of a boyfriend do anything to her?""He broke up with her and left Miss Mireille hurt and heartbroken. As per your orders not to let anyone who hurts her go scot-free, we have captured him and are waiting on your next orders"Dante lips pressed into a thin line for a short moment. The boyfriend didn't do anything wrong. He only broke up with Mireille and that was not wrong, that was right. Dante could not tell why but he knew he was glad Mireille was now single. "Let him go""As per your orders"Dante walked past the men into the house and as soon as he reached the living room, he took in the smell of alcohol. Mireille was seated on the same sofa she had been seated the previous day and there were four empty bottles on that floor around her. There were three other untouched bottles. "Princess" Dante called and she looked up at him before giving him a drink grin.
"Don't talk too much, Princess" Dante rasped and brought her lips back to his. He kissed her again and then broke the kiss for a few seconds to maneuver her to sit in the perfect position for him. He pulled Mireille into the cowgirl position. Mireille moaned softly as she sat her ass over his hard but still clothed dick. She placed her hands on his shoulders and quickly leaned in for another kiss. Dante's hands settled on her ass and squeezed it hard. "Dante" her lips trembled against his lips and hearing her moan his name made Dante harder. "I want to see those fucking tits" He growled and pushed the straps of her gown down her shoulders, his lips kissing all over her face. He trailed kisses down to her neck just as his hands reached her bra cupped boobs. Mireille threw her head backwards, moaning softly as his tongue grazed the skin of her neck all the way to her shoulders in a long, sensual lick. Dante glanced down at her bras and a sexy grin flashed."Blue... befitting for
Mireille slipped down to her knees as soon as Dante's arms left her. Clutching feebly to the wall, she trembled non stop as her orgasm continued to rage through her body. Her lips were parted in soft moans and whimpers. Dante picked up his trousers and slipped it back on. "Get yourself up, princess" Dante said to her. "Don't tell me we are done" Mireille groaned and moved her weak knees to turn and face Dante. "We are, princess. Five minutes is over"Mireille looked into his burning eyes and her eyes pleaded for him to go further. Dante looked down at her pleading eyes and then at her gorgeous tits. Her nipples looked hard and Dante cursed before looking away from her. She looked like the perfect woman for him to use... Right there on her knees, he wanted to pull off his clothings and push his cock into her mouth and face fuck her, then spill his cum all over her face, giving her a sexy facial. But Dante shook the thoughts away. He should not even have touched her tonight and to
"The contract has been fully signed sir" his work personal assistant, Leila said to Dante as they walked out of the meeting room."Good" Dante replied shortly and Leila tucked her hair behind her ears. "Dante" a manly voice called from behind and Dante stopped in his tracks.He glanced at Leila who had stopped walking immediately her boss stopped too. "Get going, Leila" Dante said to her and Leila walked away without any word. Few seconds later, a man stood in front of Dante. He was dressed in a white and blue suit. "You look good" Dante said to him and the angry look on the man's face grew more visible. "You are biting more than you can chew, Dante""Leave the biting and the chewing to me, Mark""That contract was supposed to be mine. I have been after it for months yet you got it after being on it for barely three weeks!""What can I say? People love associating themselves with winners. They are more than honoured to have me sign a contract with them, in fact"Mark could barely
Dante walked into the living room and glanced at his wristwatch. It was just few minutes to 7pm and Mireille should be ready by now. She was not in the living room, however and Dante could not help but think for a moment, that she was avoiding him. He brushed the thoughts away and climbed up the stairs. He walked over to her door and opened it up, using his finger print. He pushed the door open and stopped right by the door when he realised that Mireille was not ready or even getting ready. She was laying on the sheets of her bed and scrolling through her phone. "Princess" he called. "I asked you to be ready by 7pm"Mireille sat up on the bed. She had concluded that she was not going to take Belinda's advice or any advice close to it. She was going to just make sure their relationship was what it was before. "You did not care to ask if I wanted to go shopping. I don't want to" She spelt out her last words. Dante stared at her for a few seconds before his lips curled up in a sm
Mireille's grip on the sheets turned tighter as she told herself she could let it just happen quietly. She did not want to open her eyes and look at Dante, fearing that he would see it in her eyes that she was about to cum to his massage. Just then, a phone rang and Mireille jolted. Her legs slipped out of Dante's grip instantly and her eyes opened. Dante looked at the phone that had just rang, it was Mireille's phone. He felt the urge to pick the phone and smash it against the wall. Whoever was calling could have waited about thirty seconds more or a minute more and Mireille would have cum, perhaps she would squirt like she had find the previous night. Mireille pressed her thighs together as she reached for her phone, realizing that it was James calling. "James is the one calling" she said to Dante and he felt a pang of guilt. He had promised James he would not touch Mireille, right? He should not have touched her the previous night and he should not have touched her now till