That eveningMireille was in her bed, a smile on her face as she texted Belinda. 'So you really tried to commit suicide? Are you out of your senses?' Belinda texted. 'I definitely was not going to commit suicide. I just felt like he would give in if I threatened him with my death and that's how I got myself a job!' Mireille texted back and Belinda was typing back almost instantly. 'You are sure Dante does not have deep feelings for you? I feel like he treats you specially' Belinda replied and Mireille rolled her eyes. 'He is a player, he definitely has no deep feelings for me and we made it clear too. We will be together for only two months. Once James is back, it would be over' Mireille sent the text. 'I do not in any way think that it would as easy as you think it is. Even if Dante does not fall in love, are you sure you won't fall in love with him?'Mireille frowned at the message. Belinda was the one who had convinced her into doing this even though, she was eventually going
"James" Dante called him by his name, his voice inpatient. "Who is he and where is he?" Dante asked. "He is our stepdad and... " James sighed softly. "And the hell, that man was psychotic. He was a lunatic and thought... Oh god, I can't tell you about it, man. He was a total psycho but I don't know where he is right now and I don't care about where he is cause I never want to see him""I think I do want to see him, just once before I kick his corpse into a ditch" Dante replied. "I am sorry but not now... Maybe later when this doesn't take me with so much surprise. Then, I will be able to talk about this" James replied. Dante fell silent for a few seconds, his fingers rubbing the space between his brows. "Alright. We will talk about this again tomorrow, James""Alright. Can you give the phone to Mireille? She has been avoiding my calls these days. I want to hear her voice" James replied. "A minute" Dante walked back to the dinning table where he found that Mireille had pulled hi
The next dayMark was in his office, his face in his palms as he paced around the room, a limp in his steps. Jonas was standing in the room too, a calm expression on his face."That bastard... It is that bastard, isn't it?!" Mark cried out. "He is the reason Mr. Stones called to pull out his investment, right?" Mark asked, trying hard not to get out of his senses. "He is behind it, boss. And I think this has to do with Mireille Mathieu" Jonas responded and Mark halted his steps. "Mireille Mathieu? How?""The job offer was rejected last night and the shareholders are pulling out this morning. I do not think this is a coincidence especially when this Mireille Mathieu is living with Dante Romano. I bet he found out we offered her a job and did this"Mark's brows furrowed. "And why should Dante Romano be so concerned with Mireille Mathieu? She's with James, isn't she? Why would he be interested in her business? The Dante I know would not care"Jonas and Mark looked at each other befor
By the time, she returned her gaze to the floor, Dante was already walking away majestically, his shoulders held up high. Mireille quickly walked on after him to catch up with him. Her heels clicked noisily behind him and she returned to her usual pace after catching up with him. She glanced at Dante's face and was almost pulled back by the coldness on his face. He looked stern, strict and all shades of ruthless. Mireille pulled herself together and told herself this was the Dante she would be seeing whenever she was in this company. She had to get used to it and treat him like what he was... Her boss. A man, suited up and of a petite stature walked up to the both of them. "Good morning Mr. Romano. I have prepared a few potential secretaries for you to pick from and....""No need. I have a secretary already. Introduce yourself, Mireille Mathieu" Dante said formally and Mireille felt weird at how he mentioned her name so formally but she quickly adjusted to it. "I am Mireille Mat
"Oh god" Mireille moaned softly as Dante licked her neck and all of a sudden, Dante stopped his ministration but kept her seated on him, his erection, hard and throbbing, pressing into her thighs. Dante reached forward and pulled the laptop towards him. "Here for the password, right?" He asked her and Mireille nodded, doing a slow grind on him. "Oh fuck. That was intentional, Miss. Mathieu. Is that appropriate for an employee to do to her boss?" Dante pulled her hair out of the way and kissed on her neck again. "When that boss is you, then it is appropriate" Mireille replied and did another grind that made Dante groan. "Are you here for the password, Miss Mireille?" He asked and Mireille nodded. Dante groaned and slapped her thigh making Mireille gasp and jerk. "Words." He demanded in a rough tone that got Mireille wetter. "I am here for the password sir" her voice quivered. "Good... Good, good girl" Dante mumbled deeply. "Who are you to me?" Dante asked and sucked her earlo
Mireille grumbled, sexually frustrated as she sat on the chair behind her desk. "Dante, that jerk" she mumbled, the frustration evident in her eyes.He wanted to fuck her as much as she wanted him to do so but old habits die hard and he still prioritised teasing her over any other thing. Mireille tried to get back to sorting the files but she could not. "Damnit... I have to get myself off" she whispered to herself and pushed her skirt up, she reached her hand up to her pussy and giggled softly, realizing that Dante had kept her squirt soaked panties with himself. But as soon as her fingers were about to go into her pussy, Dante's voice filled the room, startling Mireille for a moment. "Don't" Mireille looked around and found a small speaker glued to her desk. There was a camera in her office and Dante was watching every of her movement. "You know you are not allowed to touch that pussy without permission, Princess. It belongs to me" his voice filled the room again and Mireille
"Are you sure you are okay, Princess?" Dante asked. The both of them were in the car, heading back home but Dante could not help but feel that Mireille's mood had changed all day. Her eyes seemed to be filled with certain emotions that he struggled to identify. Could it be fear? If that was it, what was she scared of? Who was she scared of?"I am fine" Mireille mumbled. That had been her response to him each time he asked that question and Dante had just about enough of it. "Stop the car" he said to the driver and the car was immediately brought to a halt. "Out" Dante ordered and the driver got out of the car. "It's the express. Why are you telling him to get out in the middle of nowhere?." Mireille asked and Dante grabbed her shoulders. Her jerked her body and made her look into his eyes. His grey eyes searched into her hazel eyes until she lowered her gaze with nervous blinks. "Tell me what happened with you, Princess" Dante requested to know, this time, his tone was more de
A drop of rain dropped onto Mireille's skin and Dante felt her shiver. They were close to getting home already and Dante could see the lighting of his home already and he just wished the rain would stall until they got home but the rain had a totally different plan as it suddenly started falling heavily. Mireille's grip around Dante became tighter as the rain poured on the both of them. "It's okay, Princess. We are almost home and I am right here with you.""I... I am fine. Yes... I am fine" Mireille whispered, trying to assure herself that she was fine. Dante pulled her up from the bridal style he had been carrying her all these while. He made her wrap her legs around his waist and he wrapped his arms around hers. Mireille pressed her head into his shoulders as she held onto him tightly, her body trembling as memories flashed in her head. "Hey, daughter" she heard the words as clearly as she had heard it on that rainy night, years ago. "Please" the word dropped from her lips w
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