The next day"Jonas" Mark called, his time particularly hard as Jonas walked into the room. "Yes boss?" Jonas replied, his brows arching and his forehead creasing as he wondered what was the cause of the annoyance in the tone of Mark. "Seems like even you have no fear for me anymore" Mark got up onto his feet. A dagger in his right hand and a file in his left hand. He threw the file at Jonas feet and Jonas picked it up, almost knowing what was there already. "We lost the deal again and what were you out doing?" Mark asked and grabbed a photo from the table and threw it at Jonas. Jonas did not have to pick it up to see what it was. It was pictures of him and Belinda on dates. "I gave you just one task and it's been over a week and still yet, you haven't carried it out! Because you were out on silly dates! You had only one task and that is to get Mireille Mathieu! Is that so fucking hard for you?! If we had Mireille Mathieu, we would have been able to get threaten Dante with her
That evening.Mireille was unable to stop thinking about the words of Dante all day, throughout work. Resuming work after working from home for a few days, Dante had quite a lot to deal with and Mireille had been equally busy. "It's time" Mireille whispered, getting up from her seat and pulling the hair band off her hair and letting it back down her shoulders. She was done for the day and she was glad she had done a whole lot today. 'Women who fall in love with me get their hearts broken' the words repeated in her head as she picked up her purse. Mireille chewed on her lips for a couple of seconds before heading out of her office. If only it was easy to unlove someone she found herself loving so deeply already. She headed towards Dante's office and was about to knock when the door opened and Dante stepped out. "Ready to leave?" Dante asked. "Yes, Mr. Romano" she replied, forcing out a polite smile like she had been doing all day. "I have somewhere to be before I go home, thoug
Dante walked into the basement, followed closely by Ditto and a few other men. Dante was in a foul mood and the expression on his face was grim. He hated it enough that he had left Mireille at home while she was hurting and the fact that though he knew what was up with her, he could not help her out of it. Dante had so much steam he had to let off and Felix Dcnard was the best way for him to release steam. Dante sat on the neat sofa, the men following him immediately taking their positions and Ditto standing by his side. "Bring him out" Dante ordered and two men who had previously been in the basement went into the inner room and came out less than a minute later, pulling Felix out with them. Felix's hands and legs tied tightly, restricting his movements. Felix panicked, setting his eyes on Dante."No! No!" He panicked, struggling in the grip of the two men holding. The men pressed him down, making him go down on his knees. "Please! Please! Not again!" Tears instantly filled th
The next dayMireille walked into Dante's study where he was working on his laptop. She was dressed in a black sleep dress. The lacy top of the black sleep dress revealed her cleavages and the lace running by the sides revealed her thighs. "Fuck!" Dante cursed, gulping down.He was not sure he would ever not get amazed by how sexy and beautiful she could be and how much she could turn him on."The sleep dress you bought for me" Mireille smiled at him and did a small turn to show him what the dress looked like on her.Dante had brought it for her on their way back from work and just like he had envisioned, she looked perfect in the sleep dress. "You look perfectly sexy" Dante licked his lips and Mireille felt her cheeks flush a bright red."Come over here to Master, Principessa. Like you knew what I needed the most right now" Dante whispered as she walked closer to him. He pulled his chair away from the desk and motioned Mireille to sit on his laps. Mireille tucked her hair behind h
"Urgg! Fuck! You are squeezing me so fucking well!! Principessa" Dante threw his head back for a few seconds before pulling himself together and kissing Mireille hard on her lips, muffling the moans of her descending climax. Mireille's tits pressed into his chest as she calmed down from her climax and Dante pulled away from the kiss. "Please fuck me" Mireille pleaded with him, wanting nothing more than to have him fuck her until she came yet again. "Not yet. You have to earn it" Dante slipped his cock out of her and Mireille grumbled at the empty feeling his cock's exit had just caused her pussy. "If you can count 1 to 10 without being interrupted by any of your nasty moans, then I will let my hard cock into your wet, nasty pussy. Now, spread those legs wider and let your Master feast."Mireille shuddered but quickly did as he said, spreading her legs wide, her ass still seated on the desk. Dante got down onto his knees, his cock fisted in his left hand as he jerked off to reduce
The next day Mireille clutched tightly to her bag, took one final look at herself in the mirror, did a little spin and gave herself a satisfactory nod before leaving the mirror. Dante was finally leaving and Mireille was going to tell him about her feelings for him. She did not care if he had gotten it when she asked him those questions or not, she was going to confess her feelings to him directly. Belinda had done a great job assuring her that Dante was only denying his feelings for her and he would not be able to deny it if she confessed her feelings to him directly. Mireille held onto that little string of hope. With each passing second, she could feel her heart thumping in fear and in excitement. In fear that she could be rejected and this time, rejected for real and in excitement that she could be just a few minutes away from being Dante's lover. She let out a deep breath just at the moment her door opened. Dante walked in, charming as always in a black suit, clearly tailo
Dante stepped out of the mansion, holding the teddy bear and the shirt in his hands. Ditto who was standing by the car door to open it up for Dante when he was close enough was clearly surprised to see his boss with a cute teddy bear in his hands. But recalling that his boss was in love with a woman, he knew who the teddy bear had come from immediately. "Good morning boss" he bowed his head slightly as Dante stopped in front of him. "You won't be coming with me" Dante said to him and Ditto's brows arched. For deals this important, he had always been with Dante as his right hand man. Why would his boss ever want him to stay back?"Have I offended you, boss?" Ditto asked. "You will be getting a new scar if you offended me. So no, you did not. You will be watching over the first priority"Ditto almost pointed out that he (Dante) was the first priority but he recalled just in time who the first priority now was. "As per your orders, boss" he replied."Let her go to work if she wish
Mireille had just finished taking a bath after working out in the gym house. She sat at the edge of her bed after dressing up in a casual pajamas. She picked up a book on her bedside desk and pulled it closer to herself. For the past two days, she had been trying everything and anything to not think of Dante but nothing was working out for her. No matter how many hours she spent reading, working or working out at the gym in the evenings, she still thought of him.Her eyes read through the first few lines of the book repeatedly for a few seconds before she let out a small grumble and returned the book to the bedside table. She palmed her face, shutting her eyes tightly as memories of her with Dante rushed into her head like it had been for the past two days. She rubbed her face for a few seconds before raising her head with an exasperated sigh. Frustrated, Mireille got up from her bed and grabbed her phone. She walked out of her room and headed for Dante's room. Mireille pushed op
Dante pushed open the door, his lips on Mireille's lips, kissing her hard as they both found their way into the room. The room had been specially decorated for that night. There were rose petals on the bed and roses and candles beautified the room. But clearly the couple had no time to admire the beauty of the room, there were too lost in the beauty of each other. Dante's hands groped Mireille's ass and he groaned as the excess fabric of the wedding dress prevented him from being able to properly fill her ass. Dante swiftly turned Mireille and pulled her back to him, making her ass press into his crotch. He dipped his head down and kissed her neck, licking on her skin before sucking it into his mouth. "Ohh, yeah." Mireille moaned, her right hand moving back to reach for Dante's crotch. "Oh god, Princess." Dante groaned as her hand touched the bulge in his black trousers. "I told you I will be tearing this dress off, didn't I?" He whispered into her ear. "Did... Did you really m
"Dante?" Mireille called, walking into the room with a tired look on her face. "Dante." she called again but there was still no response so she guessed he wasn't in the room. She noticed that Dante's laptop was open and out of pure curiosity, she looked into the screen and what she saw made her heart race and her cheeks redden. Dante had searched sex styles appropriate for pregnant women in the second trimester. Just then, the door opened and Dante waltzed in. "Why are you looking, Princess?" Dante asked as he hurried over to the laptop and slammed it shut. Mireille threw her head back and laughed. "Really? Appropriate sex styles?" She giggled. "What? You don't think there should be appropriate sex styles?" Dante asked, moving closer to her. Her giggles stopped as her cheeks flushed a brighter pink. Mireille stepped back, away from him until she had her back against the wall. Dante leaned in close. "You are pregnant, Princess and our baby is growing every day. I don't want to
Three weeks laterJames was in his living room, working on his laptop even though it was hard for him to focus. It had been hard for him to work clearly knowing that he was not on good terms with his sister but he had held onto the belief that Mireille would change her mind and leave Dante. Holding that belief strongly, James had waited for three weeks. He had only worked for about thirty minutes when he heard a car parking in front of the main building. He got up on his feet. He wasn't expecting anyone to come visiting today. His mind immediately went to Mireille and he quickly headed towards the door. He had almost gotten to the door when the door opened and Mireille walked in. Her baby bump was getting bigger and seeing her face, James knew he missed his sister. He however held back so as to know why Mireille had come to see him. "Hello James." she greeted. "Mireille." James called her name. "Can I come in?" Mireille asked."Of... Of course." James replied and Mireille walk
James paced his room angrily, filled with rage."I have tried! I have tried hard to protect your daughter, mum! But she is unwilling to be protected!" He raged. "Now that Dante knows that she is still pregnant with his child, he will never let go of her and Mireille doesn't even want to leave him too! And trying to take Mireille away forcefully just won't work cause Dante is much more powerful and he would find her in no time if he wanted to!"James yelled and punched at his wall. All of his efforts had been in vain. The two had been away for three months but had reunited like they had only been away for few days or a week. "Should I really just respect Mireille's decision?" He groaned and punched at the wall again. Maybe he indeed should do that but he felt it would be him leaving her to sink deeper in danger. But what else could he do other than watch that happen?"Maybe... Just maybe if I stay away from Mireille long enough, she would know that I am being serious and she would c
"Did he leave already?" Mireille asked as Dante walked into the room, shutting the door behind him. "Yes, he left angrily but I am sure he would come around soon." Dante replied with a slight shrug. "I don't know what's wrong with James. He never wants me to make my own decisions! His way of protecting me is just too rigid! Way too rigid!"Dante could sense the hurt in her tone. He walked over to where she was by the window and pulled her into a hug. "It's going to be fine, Princess. He will come around and he will learn to accept and respect your decisions." Dante said comfortingly. "I....I really hope so." Mireille sniffed. Even though she had acted like she did not care if he gave his blessings or not, she still wanted James to accept the fact that she and Dante were together and would never leave each other again after all James was her only family. "He will. He is just mad at the moment but he will come to his senses soon." Dante patted her back. The both of them remained,
The next weekJames groaned sleepily as his phone rang repeatedly. He had worked hard the previous day and wanted to rest throughout the day. It was noon already but he was still in bed and didn't want his rest to be disturbed at all. "If this isn't important, I swear I am going to kill this guy!" He sat up and grabbed his phone. He had missed the call already but almost immediately, the call came back in. James picked the call and took the phone to his ear, his other hand pulling his hair back. "Yes? What's the issue?""Boss, your sister and Mr. Romano just arrived in the country together."James eyes widened instantly and his fatigue left him immediately. "What did you just say?""They are both in the country sir and they are headed to Mr. Romano's home. I just thought you might want to know about it since you asked me to inform you if Miss. Mireille ever returns to the country.""Fuck! Alright." James ended the call and got out of the bed swiftly. "I wasn't so close to Dante
Mireille pursed her lips. She had been thinking about that already. She was going to give up the life she had started here to go back home but then, she never did belong here. She was only here because James brought her here but now that she was back with Dante, there was no reason for her to stay back, right?"I...""The shopping mall is in progress already." Dante cut her off. "You went ahead with it even after I left?" Mireille was surprised. "That's right. You were so excited about it back then and I just wanted to do it for you, for us.""Dante." Mireille cooed and walked across the kitchen to him. She back hugged him tightly and Dante felt his heart warming up. "Why don't you get back to the living room while I do this?" Dante asked. "No, I want to be right here with you." Mireille grumbled. "Would you take a seat and watch your perfect man cook, then?" Dante asked. "Sounds like a perfect deal but no! I want to hold you while you cook." Mireille replied and Dante chuckled
"You heard me. You stay back while I do the cooking." Dante said to Mireille who was seated on the couch with a pout on her lips. Dante leaned in closer and kissed her pouted lips. "You made breakfast and lunch. I want to make dinner." she grumbled. "It's too stressful for you. I will make dinner, when we are done eating. We could take a short walk for our baby's sake." he replied. "Then let me just assist you. I could chop the vegetables and just a bit of other things.""I will do everything myself. You've overworked yourself already." "No, I haven't." she replied stubbornly."You do recall that I had to carry you here from the room? You weren't just limping, you could not even walk." Dante smirked. "I can." Mireille blushed and hit his arm. Dante chuckled, pulling away from her. "Just stay here while I cook real quick." he turned to leave and just then the doorbell rang. Dante paused and turned towards Mireille, raising a brow to ask if she was expecting anyone. "I don't k
"Would you like to see my mother's grave? We could go visit her." Dante suggested as they both laid in her bed, her head on his bare chest and her arms around him. She was clothed in a shirt of his and nothing more. "I would be more than happy to visit her.""Let's visit her next week, then?" "Next week... I think that would be great but I do have a question, Dante. Did you tell anyone else about all you went through? It's so horrible and I can't imagine that you have kept all of these to yourself for years.""Keeping it was hard but sharing it would have been harder, Princess but I did share everything with James back then. He was the closest to me and so he did know everything."Mireille got off his chest to look at his face properly. "James knew about all that your dad did to you?" She asked. "I told him about it as it happened to me so yes, he knows about everything."Mireille's face pulled into a frown. "I... I don't get. He told me that you killed your innocent father just