Belinda stared at the screen of her phone, her fingers tapping on the material of her bed. She had ended the call with Mireille after a whole lot more conversations. She had thought talking to her best friend would help her sleep peacefully but it was still not working. Belinda played the voice note Jonas had sent to her a few minutes ago. "I am really sorry for mentioning her name when you clearly asked me not to mention her name anymore. I know that's why you are mad at me and haven't been replying my texts all day. I am really sorry, Bel. Can you reply now?"There was something about the way he called her Bel. Something about it that enchanted Belinda in the best way possible. Apart from the voice note, Jonas had sent a few other messages throughout the day, coaxing her to reply him. With a pouty frown on her face, Belinda picked up her phone and typed in a message. "Alright" was all she sent to him. Only a few seconds later, Jonas was typing. "Jeez! Thank you for replying.
Dante had just finished the meeting he had cancelled the previous day and was walking out of the meeting room with Mireille walking right behind him with a could of documents and a tablet in her hands. "Next, you have a contract signing with The Beta corporation. Would you like to take a five minute break or would you like to get to it immediately, Mr. Romano?" Mireille asked. The both of them had been in their professional mode since Mireille had resumed work. Dante glanced at his wristwatch and groaned. He had to be at his Aunt's daughter's wedding the next day and he hated leaving his work unattended to."Get me a cup of coffee. I will be in my office""Yes sir" Mireille replied and walked forward. Dante paused and fixed his gaze on her as she walked away in a hurry to get him the cup of coffee, her sexy ass swaying and urging him to leave his work unattended to and just go after her instead. He massaged the space between his brows for a bit before heading into his office. *
Mireille felt her heart pounding as she stepped out of the car, the door held open by Dante. Dante wrapped his arm around her waist as soon as she was out of the car. "You do remember our deal, right, Princess?" He asked, his voice low as he spoke. "I do." Mireille whispered back to him, the sexual tension in the car during their ride back home had made her horny already but still yet, she was unsure of herself, unsure if she had it in her to take over tonight and make Dante cum. They both stepped into the living room and as soon as they reached there, Mireille kicked the heels off her feet and pulled Dante down to her height, pressing her lips against his. Dante groaned. He had been waiting for this all day and his first instinct was for him to grab her ass but he recalled his words. It had to be her tonight and not him. He kissed her back, just on her own pace until Mireille broke the kiss, her hands cupping his face. "Are... I am not sure I can make you..." Dante cut her off
His cock buried deep inside of her and her pussy pulsing and tightening with a threat of milking the cum out of his cock, Dante groaned and moaned in pleasure. "Oh fuck!" He cursed, pulling her body into his and keeping her pressed to his body for as long as her orgasm rocked her body. "Oh god... Oh god" Mireille trembled as she descended from her climax, her face buried in Dante's shoulders. Dante leaned his lips close to her ear and licked her earlobe. "Hmm" Mireille purred in pleasure. "You were supposed to make me cum but you came first. What do I do to such a disobedient Princess?" He whispered into her ear and Mireille shivered with pleasure in his grip. His cock was still deep inside of her and she badly wanted to ride him or have him fuck her already but his hands had a firm grip on her waist, holding her down so she could barely move. Dante wiggled his tongue into her ears and Mireille's eyes rolled back in pleasure at the pleasurable feel of his tongue in her ear.
The next day"Good morning, Princess" Dante greeted and kissed her forehead as Mireille's eyes opened. "Hmm" she grumbled, her stomach tightening at the sweet forehead kiss he had just given her. Dante was standing by the bed, in shorts and nothing else. His inked body was a beautiful sight to Mireille's eyes and as he turned to face her, Mireille set her eyes on the remarkable crown tattoo."You can touch if you want to" Dante smirked and Mireille lowered her face, blushing softly. "Who wants to touch?" She grumbled and Dante chuckled. "Everyone likes that particular tattoo""Wow. A lot of people must have set their eyes on it" Mireille replied and Dante narrowed his eyes at her. "Would you rather you be the only person who sees it?" Dante asked. "I don't care" Mireille huffed and looked away from him. She got out of bed, wrapping her body with the sheets. Dante pulled her close into an embrace. "Don't you worry. For as long as your body belongs to me only, mine will also bel
The next day"Dante brought a woman?!""There is a woman with Dante?""Impossible. Who is she?""This is the first time ever he is bringing a woman to a party."Murmurings and mumblings filled the air as Dante and Mireille walked their way to a table. Dante had his hand on her waist and his gaze was hard and cold, to a point that it almost scared Mireille but she knew that was what Dante liked to be seen as by others. A cold and difficult person. Perhaps that was what he was too. Mireille had on a beautiful lengthy blue dress, with a deep v neck and a spilt that showed off her beautiful legs. Dante had chosen the dress and Mireille loved it. "Dante" a woman seemingly in her fifties got up from a table with a smile on her face. "I am glad you could come over. The others said you were not going to come" She said to Dante and Dante glanced at the other seated around the table the woman had been seated around just a few seconds ago. "We did not say that" One of them whiskered timidly
A few more couples had joined on the dance floor when Mireille returned to the wedding hall. Her heart was hurting badly and Mireille wondered why. She was not expecting loyalty from him, right? All she wanted was just to have a taste of him too so why did Samantha's words hurt her and the fact that Dante had left her at a table to meet another woman?"That is not what a gentleman should do! I... I don't care about whatever he does with his body but he could at least have had a little bit of respect for me but... But I guess he lost all respects for me the moment he knew I was like the other women who wanted him badly""Hey pretty" a man walked up to Mireille. "Would you like to have a dance with me?"Mireille scanned the man. He seemed to be in his mid forties and was neatly dressed. Fueled by the rage that Dante had gone off with a woman, Mireille decided to at least have a chat with this man too. "Sure" she replied. The man was about to stretch his hand out to her when another m
Mireille and Dante were just few minutes away from the hotel, in the car. The driver, being ever quiet was driving.Dante had his right hand resting on her thigh, gently roaming and exploring. He enjoyed listening to her breath hitch whenever he pushed his hand past the slit of the dress only to disappoint her by bringing his hands back to her thigh. The car stopped in front of the five star hotel and in a matter of seconds, a man had hurried over to open the door for Dante. Dante stepped out of the car and stretched his hand out to Mireille who smiled softly before stepping out of the car, her hands in his. 'Dante is a huge jerk but he can as well be a gentleman' she thought as Dante shut the car door. "You can go in" Dante said to her and her brows arched. "Go in? Alone?" She asked and Dante smirked. "I know you want my cock already but bad news is that your pussy ain't getting it tonight, Princess" Dante leaned in close to her. The night was dark but the place was still quie
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