No Feelings

"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 suppress his anger, he fisted his hands and his jaws clenched. 

"Stay away from what I chase, Dante"

"I am too busy to go after what you chase but if what you are chasing is supposed to be mine, then you know that I am getting it" Dante said and took a step forward, getting closer to Mark. 

"Maybe you should just leave this country. I might ruin you completely if you keep on staying here. Both in this business and in the game, you stand no chance beside me, Mark"

"You Italian bastard!" Mark rasped but Dante only chuckled, taking steps back. 

"You just wait and see. I will find out your weakness and I will use it against you"

Dante almost laughed at his words.

"And you really do think that I have a weakness? Oh yes, you sure do. That's why you abducted my last fuck toy, right?"

"I will get back at you, Dante. I swear I will. I will find what makes you happy and I will take it away from you, wiping that devilish smile away from your face forever" Mark swore with hatred written on his face but Dante could not care less. 

"My happiness is in my money and in winning. Too bad you can't take any of that away. And you should know well enough that threatening me is not something you should do. I might get annoyed and get rid of your men."

Mark looked like he was about to say something but changed his mind and took three steps backwards, his eyes still on Dante before he turned and walked away. 

Dante reached into his pocket and brought out his phone. He dialed a contact and took the phone to his right ear. 

"Have you delivered the goods?"

"Yes boss. All delivered"

*

Mireille was huddled under the sheets. She had done everything she could do to keep herself from thinking too much about everything, about Dante and about Charles. 

She had gone to the gym house and had worked out a little bit. She had also walked around the huge mansion, knowing about the place better. 

The mansion even had an in-house cinema but Mireille was completely uninterested. She had done more job hunting on the net and now she was drained and tired. 

She stared at the ceiling as the thoughts she had been trying to avoid all day eventually snuck into her mind. 

She thought about Charles first. They had met when they were in college and they became good friends quickly and after about three months, Charles had asked her out and they began dating officially but Belinda never regarded them as lovers. 

She picked up her phone to reach out to Charles. They had spent almost three years together and Mireille was unwilling to let all those three years down the drain but when she realized that Charles had blocked her on all social medias, she knew it was over. 

There was nothing she could do to salvage the relationship. 

Mireille sighed, picked the pillow next to her and dumped it on her face.

Only a few seconds had passed before the thoughts of Charles was replaced by the thoughts of Dante. 

Mireille thought about the previous night and how her body had felt like it wasn't hers but felt so damn good. 

Subconsciously, Mireille's hand under the sheets reached for her thighs and began slowly massaging her thighs. 

Mireille gulped down as she felt a pool of heat settling down in her. 

"Princess" she heard his voice in her head and instantly, Mireille felt a strong desire for him. 

"Mhmm" she moaned softly and led her hands to her boobs. 

She slipped her hands underneath the top she was wearing and reached for her tits. 

"Oh" escaped her lips as her fingers grazed her nipple. 

Mireille badly wanted to smack her own ass just like Dante had done the previous night but she could not. 

She groaned frustratedly and pulled her own nipple. 

Then suddenly, her phone rang. Mireille's hand froze immediately as she realized what she had been doing. 

She had been touching herself! And not just that, she had been touching herself to the thoughts of Dante!

"What the hell is wrong with me?" She asked herself as she kicked the pillow and the sheets away from her body and reached for her phone. 

It was Belinda calling. Mireille gulped down to suppress the heat that had grown in her body earlier, before picking up the call. 

"Hey Mireille. You didn't bother calling to tell me how Charles birthday went yesterday, did you finally do it?"

"No" Mireille responded and pressed her lips into a thin line. 

"No? Why? You were unable to do it, right?"

"We broke up last night. Charles broke up with me" Mireille said and Belinda gasped. 

"That bastard... You should have listened to me and dumped him first"

"Perhaps you were right, Belinda. Perhaps we were never meant to be together as lovers"

"Exactly, Mireille. You guys were never meant to be but are you okay? Do you need me to come over and comfort you?"

"No, I am fine. It doesn't hurt like people say it does" She replied. 

"But something happened last night, Belinda"

"What?"

"I was just drunk and believe me, I was really drunk and out of my senses..."

"And you did what? Killed someone?" Belinda gasped. 

"Of course not!" Mireille shut her up, her voice raising a little.

"I think I kind of seduced Dante and he touched me..."

"Oh my god!!" Belinda screamed into the phone. 

"What happened next?! Did you guys have sex?! Tell me what it was like to wake up in his arms and..."

"Shut up, Belinda. We did not have sex but he touched me in a way I have never been touched and then I had an orgasm"

"An orgasm? I... I have never had one. You are so freaking lucky!"

"Would you let me talk?" Mireille questioned with a low grumble. 

"Sure, please go on" Belinda squealed. 

"To be honest with myself, I think I liked the way he touched me and the feeling when I had an orgasm... I am sure I loved that but I don't like Dante at all"

"Mireille, I think you should just go on with Dante. You have no boyfriend now, anyways"

"Go on with him? Never! He is a serial flirt and I am sure he does not do relationships so it's a huge NO"

"Alright, Mireille but if I was you, I would jump onto him every night and let him make me orgasm. I would not miss sex with a sex god like him for anything" Belinda squealed and giggled. 

"Why am I telling you this? I wasn't expecting any reasonable advice from you, right?" Mireille chuckled and Belinda ended the call after a hurried 'I have to go'

Mireille dropped her phone on the bed and stared at the opposite wall. 

"I'd better find something, anything to get busy with."