He Adores You

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