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 it"
"So.... are you comfortable there?" James asked.
"Fairly well but if I knew it was Dante, I definitely would not have packed my things" he replied.
"Dante is reliable and he is going to treat you well but I suppose you still remember how he was back in highschool. He is still a bit of a playboy and I don't want you falling for him or anything" James added.
"I do not have to remind you how much I dislike Dante, right? He is too wild, too annoying and I don't like someone who goes around fucking different women just because he can. I hate him and you know that very well so you do not have to worry about me falling for him. It will never ever happen."
"Great. Let me hear you say you hate him once more"
"I hate Dante Romano" she did as he said and she could feel James grinning on the other side of the phone.
"Hate is a strong word there, princess" Dante walked into the room just at the moment, James ended the call suddenly without even a 'bye'.
Mireille dropped the phone.
"I said what I said" Mireille replied before her attention was pulled to his looks.
He looked stunning just like every other day. He stood by the door, tall and definitely proud, his broad shoulders emphasizing his masculine frame.
His suit was a perfect one and it hugged his body in all the right places. His tie was neatly knotted, with just the right length, and his dress shirt was crisp and white, accentuating the grey color of his eyes.
His hair was styled impeccably, with just the right amount of product to hold it in place.
"Continue staring, Princess" Dante spread his arms with a small shrug.
"I was not staring" Mireille lied.
"You always tell the most obvious lies" Dante shook his head, walking towards her.
"Where are you going to?" Mireille asked him.
"To work.... You did not think all of my money appeared by magic, do you?"
"Or don't you want me to leave?" Dante asked as his tall, masculine figure stopped right in front of her.
Mireille could breathe in his manly cologne and it seemed like it was cooing her to close her eyes.
"I could stay back if you don't want me to leave today. No one reprimands or sacks the boss"
"Go to work. I can't wait for you to leave. I feel choked up with your presence" Mireille looked away from his mesmerising eyes.
Dante smiled, a small upwards curve of his lips as he pulled away from her.
"You are the only woman I know who would dare to say she hates me and maybe that is because..." He reached his hand to her face and made her look at him.
"What are you doing?" Mireille could not be gladder that she did not stutter.
Her toes were curling as his eyes stared right into hers, seemingly searching for something she was sure she did not have to give to him.
"Maybe that is because I have never fucked you" he grinned at her and watched her cheeks redden and her eyes widen with surprise at his choice of words.
Dante was satisfied, getting the reaction he wanted from her. This was what he had suddenly wanted to see before going off to work.
"What the heck are you saying?" Mireille meant to tell those words and she could not explain how her voice had come out as soft and thin.
"Maybe all you need to send all of that hatred out of your heart is a good fuck. Your dumb boyfriend is unable to satisfy you, right?" he winked at her and Mireille shoved him away with all the strength she had in her.
"What the hell are you saying?! Is this what James asked you to do with me? To flirt with me all day?" She asked.
"I was just joking around with you and yes, I love flirting around but you don't have to worry, Princess. I don't have sex with good girls. I prefer my women wild and experienced."
Mireille was about to say something but she held back and just glared at him.
"Your jokes were definitely not funny. Let's make this clear now. What do you see me as?" Mireille asked him but Dante gave no response to her, his eyes just roamed her body.
"I am not one of your women."
"I know that"
"I am supposed to be like a sister to you, right? And you definitely won't tell such jokes to your sister, if you had one, right?" She asked.
"You are not my sister and you are not supposed to be one to me"
Mireille's face went blank.
"Then what am I supposed to be to you?"
Dante's looks grew serious.
"Less than a woman but definitely not a sister."
Mireille could not tell why she felt a bit hurt that he saw her as less than a woman.
"Whatever, you are unreasonable" she said to him and walked back into the closet, not knowing what more to say to Dante.
She leaned against the wall and shut her eyes tightly, wondering why she felt that streak of hotness again when Dante was standing close to her.
"Get a hold of yourself" she slapped her cheek.
"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
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 an