Mireille was in the living room, cuddling a pillow and watching a movie. The doctor had come and checked up on her and she had had to use some drugs. Mireille was bored at home but felt scared to even attempt going out. She knew for sure that Dante would not let her go out in the first place after what had happened and she herself did not want to go out. Her experience last night had made her scared of going out suddenly. Mireille yawned sleepily and laid down on the couch instead, still cuddling the pillow. A few minutes passed before her phone beeped with a message. Mireille reached for the phone. The screen was now broken due to it falling to the floor the previous night. The message was from Dante. Mireille pouted a little before opening the message. "I am almost home. Go and get dressed up, we are going out together" the message read. Mireille let out a low hiss and dropped her phone. She was not interested in going out, especially with Dante. Mireille reached for the r
Dante walked into the living room, two bags in each of his hands. Mireille had barely brought anything, insisting that she had everything she needed already. Dante had forced her to pick the few things she eventually bought but he was glad that she was fine and not worried about what had happened the previous night. He read through her best and so he was sure that him being around her took her mind off the incident. "You just stressed me out. Now I am hungry" Mireille grumbled and stopped walking, turning to face him. She crouched down to kick off the heels she wes wearing while Dante just stood in front of her but as she pulled the heel off her right feet, she lost her balance and quickly reached out for Dante to stabilise herself. Her hand grabbed his black belt as she tried to stabilise herself but ended up on her knees anyways. Mireille let out a breath of relief, grateful that she had not fallen down but Dante was in another world already. Mireille on her knees, with her ha
Heavy breathing filled Mireille's room. Dante and Mireille did not say a word to each other. Her orgasm had subsided but she was still in his arms, her legs still spread open and her pussy still dripping with her fluids. She had her tits still heaving with every heavy breath. Dante's left arm was just right underneath her boobs and his trousers was wet from her squirt. Dante shut his eyes and groaned. He had to be out of here as soon as possible if he did not want to lose control totally and fuck her. His hard-on was pressing against her soft, luscious ass and that was not in any way helping issues. He withdrew his hand from in between her legs and brought it close to his own lips, his lips parted and he sucked on two of his fingers.She was so fucking tasty and a naughty groan from him filled the room for the next few seconds he was sucking. Dante knew he should not be expecting a word from Mireille. He needed no one to tell him that her face was flushed right now and she was pr
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
"What happened to them?" Mark asked his right hand man, Jonas. "They were caught by Dante and they have been killed. Good thing that Dante did not suspect that someone else was behind his men stealing his bags of drugs"Mark gritted his teeth, a swear escaping his tightened teeth. "That bastard!" "He killed every single one of them?" Mark asked, getting off his feet and walking to the table. He picked up a glass of wine. "Every single one of them as I have heard, boss."Mark groaned and threw the glass of wine against the wall of the room, shattering the glass into pieces. "Who does he think he is?! He met me in the fucking business! I remember how scared and weak that little fuckling was when his father introduced him to this and now he thinks he can kick me out of this city?!" "I watched him struggle not to get into the business but stupid me! I supported his father to make his life hell and coerce him to join the business. I regret that the most now!" Mark growled in regret
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
Dante stepped out of the car with a face, almost expressionless. "What do I owe this sudden visit to?" Bryan asked as Dante walked towards him. Bryan was standing in front of his mansion with a small smile on his face. "Get inside and get me some good drinks" Dante said to Bryan as the both of them walked into the main building. "I am sure you are not here to drink. You have enough good drinks in your home. You won't come here just to drink" Bryan said as they got to the living room. Dante settled down into one of the luxurious sofa in the living room. "Let me guess... You are stressed out by something" Bryan sat opposite him. "I am but..." "But you won't talk about it just like you always do" Dante chuckled, his bland expression finally softening into a soft look. "It's Sunday and you should be having fun, right?" Bryan asked. "Quite right" Dante replied. Bryan was also one of his highschool friends just like James was. The three of them still stuck together but
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