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

Mireille remained in the living room, assuring herself over and over again that she did not care about whatever was going on in Dante's room at the moment. She tried not to think about it while watching a movie, almost absent mindedly. She could not wait for Belinda to get here so she could take her mind off it. Mireille hated the fact that she was even thinking of Dante at the moment. Why in the world was she hating it badly, knowing that the hoe was probably feeling the same thing she had felt the previous night?She sighed softly and readjusted her position on the sofa. Mireille picked up the TV remote to change the chanel and perhaps watch something else that would capture her attention more. Just then, Mireille heard footsteps behind her, definitely from heels. She turned her head to see the lady walking hurriedly. Mireille's brows arched as she wondered what had happened. Was it all over? So soon?The lady looked at Mireille hatefully, thinking Mireille was another slut hire

That nightMireille sat on the sofa in the living room, her phone in her hands. She was not doing anything on the phone though and the television was turned off too. Her gaze was on the clock. It was 8pm already and Dante was not yet back from wherever he had gone. Belinda had left around 4pm and Mireille had been home alone since then, waiting for Dante to get back. Mireille glanced at the screen of her phone too. There was no calls and no texts from Dante which was weird. She was not sure there was a day ever since she had come to stay here when Dante had not communicated with her in over twelve hours. Mireille was resisting the urge to actually call him and ask what was going on. He could be in danger, for all she knew. There were probably so many robbers out there, wanting to rob a billionaire and that could be Dante's fate but she tried her best not to think too much of it. It was just 8pm, wasn't it?Sighing, Mireille got up on her feet to go and have dinner herself and go

"I have sent some mails to you, boss" Ditto said to Dante as the both of them walked towards the main building of the mansion. "The first two batches have been shipped but the third one will be shipped in two days, boss" Ditto added. "I don't want any issues with it and run the monthly check through the men. I can't have petty thieves or spies""I will do as you say, boss" Ditto replied and the two men walked into the living room. Dante stopped in his tracks and Ditto stopped too."Princess" his voice was deep and thick and with a tinge of something Ditto had never heard his boss speak with. Ditto remained on his spot, expecting his boss to tell the beautiful lady on the sofa away so they could continue their talk. "You are back, Dante" Mireille mumbled. She had not expected that another man would be coming in with Dante and she most certainly did not want any other man seeing her in the dress she was wearing. Dante's gaze dropped from her eyes to her pouty lips and down to her

Dante walked past the door of Mireille's room, not wanting to see her before work. No, that wasn't it. He wanted to see her but he did not WANT to. Finally stopping in his tracks, Dante took a couple of steps back and grabbed the door by the handle. He was about to push it open but he restrained himself and placed a knock on the door. "Who is there?" Her sleepy voice came from the other side of the door. "Come in" she added and Dante pushed open her door, walking into the room. Mireille was still in bed, tucked under the sheets and cuddling with a pillow. "Good morning Princess" Dante gave her a soft look. "Morning, Dante" she grumbled and yawned sleepily. Mireille rubbed her sleepy eyes and attempted to rise from her huddled up state but she felt a cramp in her leg immediately. Mireille groaned and Dante rushed to her side instantly."What's wrong?" Dante asked, his brows arching with an expression that screamed 'worry!'"My right leg... I suddenly have a cramp in my right l