"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.
"You know you are alcohol intolerant" Dante walked over to her and reached to take the bottle that was in her hands but Mireille cuddled the bottle tightly.
"No! I am not giving this to you" she shook her head and then looked at his face again.
Dante shook his head at her drunken actions and took a bottle of alcohol too. He walked over to the other sofa and sat on it, opening the bottle.
"You will get over this soon. I am sure your boyfriend is not worth a tear of yours" Dante took the bottle to his lips.
"Why?" Mireille suddenly cried out.
"Why won't James let me live my life? You know why he broke up with me? Do you know why Charles broke up with me?! It's because of James and now there is you too." She gulped down some more of the liquid content.
"I am sure your ex boyfriend was not good enough for you. James will let you be when he sees that you are safe, Princess"
"I am safe! There is nothing dangerous happening to me! I don't want to be this good girl anymore" she cried. .
"And Charles! I... I was about to give him my first time tonight"
A look of relief swept across Dante's face... Her first time, Mireille was still untouched.
"You have never had sex?" He asked to be sure.
"I have never! I thought tonight would be..." She sniffed back her tears.
"Would be my first"
"Good girl" Dante did not mean to say that out loud but he did and Mireille heard him.
"I am not a good girl!!" She suddenly shot up from the sofa and threw the bottle towards Dante.
The bottle flew past Dante's shoulders and crashed to the floor immediately.
Mireille gasped, coming to her senses for a second while Dante just watched her with a hard, unfazed gaze that almost frightened Mireille.
She scurried over to him.
"Are... Are you hurt? I am sorry. I...." She stuttered in a drunk fashion.
"I just don't want to be called a good girl" she broke down and sat on his thighs.
Dante felt heat travel through his body and flow into his cock as soon as she sat on him. Mireille cupped his face in her smalls hands and turned his face to hers.
"What do I have to do to be a bad girl?"
"Being a good girl is a nice title, though. Why don't you like it?" Dante asked, his voice rough and restrained as he tried not to stare at her full lips that was just few inches away from him and tried not to pay attention to the heat that surged through him each time he called her his 'good girl'.
"I don't like it at all" Mireille buried her head in his chest and sobbed for a couple of seconds before throwing raising her head from his chest with a jolt.
"You are actually very sexy, Dante" she said truthfully, her eyes admiring his looks from up close.
"Fuck"
"Don't use the word sexy for me while you are sitting on me, princess" Dante said to her.
"But that's the truth. You are hot and sexy and even though I told you that you are ugly, I actually see how sexy you are and I want to feel your body too"
She dropped her hands on his chest and massaged it gently.
Dante groaned as his cock hardened and pressed against Mireille's ass, alerting her of his arousal.
"You are hard" Mireille's eyes widened with pleasant surprise.
"Isn't this something bad girls do? Making my brother's friend have an erection.... Am I now a bad girl?" Mireille asked, grinding her ass against his erection.
"Princess, you'd better stop" Dante's last word trailed off into a half groan, half moan as Mireille grinded against him yet again.
Mireille giggled softly and reached for his buttons.
"I am being a bad girl" she grinned and Dante tried to reach his senses and remind himself that she was doing all of this under the influence and there was his promise with James too but right now, his senses seemed to have been overridden by the feel of Mireille.
Mireille unbuttoned the first two buttons of his shirt and stared deeply into his eyes. Her mesmerising hazel eyes made Dante lose it.
"No, Mireille. You are being a good girl for me right now" Dante's hand pulled her in, making their lips collide in an instantaneous wild kiss.
Dante dominated the kiss, sucking her lips into his and tasting the alcohol on her lips. He groaned at the intoxicating taste of her lips mixed with the taste of alcohol.
Hell! This taste was sure addictive!
His tongue slid into Mireille's mouth and he tongue kissed her, his tongue intertwining with that of Mireille in wild passion.
His left hand was on her waist, pressing down on her waist and making her arch her back before he took a better hold of her waist and made her grind him again.
Mireille immediately got the message and grinded into him gratefully, feeling his huge erection pressing into her ass. The feeling was heavenly and a soft moan left her throat, dying into the kiss and his mouth.
Her body shivered against his and she suddenly could not feel her legs anymore.
She was drunk but she knew this kiss was the best kiss of her life. No kiss with Charles had made her feel this way or even half this way.
Heat travelled all around her body and seemed to settle in her pussy that was now dripping wet with her arousal.
Her body trembled with want as she broke the kiss, her eyes on his wet lips. She stared at his lips greedily, wanting more of his taste though she was now breathless.
Mireille reached for his collars and grabbed it.
"I really want to feel your body tonight, Dante. A good girl or a bad girl; make me whatever you want but make me feel you tonight."
"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
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