Dante was her brother's best friend in highschool and Mireille had found him absolutely annoying. Yes, he was handsome, hot, sexy and all but he was still annoying. He called her princess all the time and would join hands with James to ensure that no guy came close to her.
No, that was not the only annoying thing about this hot man now standing in front of her but the most annoying part was that he caused more than half of the heartbreaks she witnessed in highschool.
He was a fuck boy, a playboy and he sure knew how to play his games well. All of that was easy with his looks and money anyways. He could get any girl he wanted in school. He never cared about the emotions of the girls he played with and would mercilessly break their hearts with his cold eyes staring right at them.
Mireille tried to remember if there were moments he was warm to other girls but she could not remember because moments like that did not exist. The only time Dante ever smiled was when he was with her, annoying her with the 'princess' title. Those were the only times his eyes ever found warmth.
"You do not have to just stare at me and strip me with your eyes. You could strip me with your hands instead" he gave her a one sided smirk and Mireille quickly looked away from him, her face flushing up as she realised that she had really been staring at him for too long.
Dante picked up the picture he had been staring at and waved it in the air.
"You don't just look cute anymore. You now look... " his eyes travelled all over her. From her still slightly damp hair to her toe.
"Beautiful"
Damn! She sure had grown beautiful over the years and Dante was only saying beautiful because he did not want to describe her as what he really wanted to.... Sexy.
The blue dress she was wearing was unable to hide the curves underneath them from his eyes. He looked up her tummy to her bust. Those tits sure had grown bigger over the years.
His gaze landed on her beautiful face and that was when Mireille looked back at him. Their eyes met and for the next few seconds, Mireille felt glued to the spot.
"It's time to leave, princess" Dante looked away from her mesmerising eyes, brushing away the thoughts of how beautiful those eyes would look if she was on her knees with his cock in her mouth.
"Damn you Dante! She is supposed to be like a sister to you!" He cursed at himself and walked up to her, taking the luggage from her.
"I don't want to go anywhere with you, Dante" Mireille said firmly and Dante chuckled.
"Would you rather I carry you over my shoulders, princess?" He asked, flicking his dark, curly hair backward and Mireille did not need to ask him if he was serious about that.
"Stop calling me princess" she said, ignoring his question.
"I am sure we have argued over this several times seven years ago" he replied and leaned in close to her.
Mireille felt her breath hitch as she breathed in his manly cologne. Yes, she did not like him a bit for so many reasons but still yet, she was a girl, she was straight and this man in front of her was definitely deemed as sexually appealing to every straight girl.
She quickly leaned back, away from him before taking two steps back to create a small distance between them.
"And the conclusion of the argument?" Mireille inquired.
"That I continue calling you Princess. Your name is too hard for me to pronounce so I am just going to stick to Princess"
He leaned away from her totally, the playful smirk on his face gone in a quick instant.
"Let's go" his voice was suddenly authoritative and Mireille found herself walking towards the door while he walked behind her with his luggage.
A black car was waiting and Mireille immediately walked towards the door to pull it open but Dante stopped her.
"Don't tell me you forgot I don't let the princess open the car door herself" he said to her and pulled open the door for her.
Mireille wanted to say something but she gulped it down and got into the backseat of the car, not wanting to have to talk to him for long.
Mireille brought out her phone just as Dante revved the car to life. She began browsing through the phone, trying to do anything that would stop her from stealing glances at Dante.
But nothing on the internet seemed to be of interest to her. It seemed like the only interesting thing right now was the man behind the wheels.
Mireille found herself eventually staring at him through the mirror. His face was pulled into a hard look as he drove but even with his hard look, he looked enchanting and Mireille was staring longer than she intended to stare at him.
No, she had not even intended to stare at him at all.
Suddenly Dante looked at the mirror too and their eyes met. Mireille quickly looked away from his gaze.
The hard look on Dante's face vanished.
"You can stare as much as you want, princess"
"I was not staring" she lied.
"Good girls should not lie, yunno"
"I am not a good girl!" Mireille retorted.
She hated it when James and Dante called her that and made her feel naive and innocent.
"You sure are a good girl, Princess"
Mireille was about to respond when her phone beeped with a message. She checked it and found that it was a message from her boyfriend.
Mireille had almost forgotten these past minutes with Dante that she had a boyfriend. Dante had totally occupied her mind.
She opened the message and giggled softly.
"What's that?" Dante questioned.
"My boyfriend" she replied without thinking twice.
Dante suddenly stepped on the brakes and the car jerked to an abrupt stop. Mireille gasped in shock, her eyes widening.
"What the heck? Were you planning to kill me?!"
"Since when did James start letting you have boyfriends?" He questioned, turning to face her, his expression stony.
"I am more than old enough. I am not a high school girl anymore" Mireille reminded him and Dante slowly looked away.
That was right. She was no longer little and he certainly was not expecting her to have never dated at 24, right?
Of course she would have dated a few times but still, for some reason he could not lay his hands on, the fact that the sexy lady in his car had a partner did not sit well with him.
Mireille stepped out of the car with Dante holding the door open. She looked at the glorious mansion, her eyes dilating in surprise. Yes, she was used to seeing grand and beautiful mansions but this one was way grander and more beautiful than any other mansion she had ever seen. "You should see the look on your face, princess" Dante snapped his fingers in front of her face, bringing Mireille back. "Have you gotten richer than you were back then?" She asked him and Dante chuckled. "Isn't that obvious? And would it not be weird if I did not get richer? James got richer too, didn't he?" Dante questioned as two men walked up to them. "Welcome home, boss" they greeted and took the luggage from Dante. "Leave" The two men walked away immediately after Dante's words. "Let's go in, princess"Mireille rolled her eyes at his consistent use of the word she did not want to hear. Dante walked into the house and Mireille walked in after him. They got to the main living room and Mireille's
Mireille stepped into the living room after spending the entire evening in the room. Dante was standing at the other side of the living room with a man dressed in suit standing in front of him. The other man seemed to be cowering in respect for Dante. "Has he signed the contract?" Dante questioned. "Yes boss""Good. Let them go now""Yes boss. I will inform the guys to release them""You may leave" Dante dismissed the man and turned to face Mireille. The stern look that had been on his face just a few seconds suddenly vanished and his facials relaxed. "What do you need, princess?" He asked her, his grey eyes staring intently at her. "You do not intend on starving me, right?" Mireille asked and Dante chuckled softly. "I don't usually have dinner early but it should be ready in a couple of minutes. I will have them prepare dinners early from now on""You still prioritise food a lot" he added and Mireille sat down on one of the luxurious sofa. "Stop acting like you know everythi
The next day.Mireille had her hair packed up in a bun as she stared at the stocked closet. She had no idea Dante had stocked her closet until she walked into it this morning. It was filled with designer wears and every single thing was freaking expensive. Mireille wondered how much he had spent on stocking this huge closet up. "Whatever amount he spent on this... I doubt I can earn it in three years if I take the jobs I am being offered."Mireille had browsed through the net the previous night and just like before, every well to do company had rejected her application and the only ones that had accepted her were a few cafes she had applied to in her desperate moments. She sighed, shaking her head and finally picked a black fluffy top and blue boyfriend fit jeans. She returned to the room and decided to call James and know how he was doing. James picked up almost instantly. "I was just going to call you" he said as soon as he picked the call and Mireille chuckled. "I beat you to
"Where are you going to, Miss?" One of the men at the gate asked Mireille. "I am going out""We would have to follow you then"Mireille leaned back, a bit taken aback by the response. "Follow me? I can go out myself""This is the boss's orders and we have to follow it. You cannot go out without at least two guards"Mireille scoffed and rolled her eyes. "I am just going to call him" she reached into her black bag and brought out her phone and that was when it dawned on her that she did not even have his contact on her phone. "Do you have his contact?" She asked the guard. "A mere guard like cannot possess the contact of the boss but you can get it from the head of guards"Mireille could not help but be surprised at how much Dante was being revered like he was a god. "Alright" The head of guards was already walking towards the both of them. "Hello" "Can I please have Dante's contact?""Sure" the man replied and Mireille handed her phone over to him. He inputted Dante's contact
"Where is she?" Dante questioned as soon as he stepped out of his car. "Miss Mireille is inside, boss""Did the bastard of a boyfriend do anything to her?""He broke up with her and left Miss Mireille hurt and heartbroken. As per your orders not to let anyone who hurts her go scot-free, we have captured him and are waiting on your next orders"Dante lips pressed into a thin line for a short moment. The boyfriend didn't do anything wrong. He only broke up with Mireille and that was not wrong, that was right. Dante could not tell why but he knew he was glad Mireille was now single. "Let him go""As per your orders"Dante walked past the men into the house and as soon as he reached the living room, he took in the smell of alcohol. Mireille was seated on the same sofa she had been seated the previous day and there were four empty bottles on that floor around her. There were three other untouched bottles. "Princess" Dante called and she looked up at him before giving him a drink grin.
"Don't talk too much, Princess" Dante rasped and brought her lips back to his. He kissed her again and then broke the kiss for a few seconds to maneuver her to sit in the perfect position for him. He pulled Mireille into the cowgirl position. Mireille moaned softly as she sat her ass over his hard but still clothed dick. She placed her hands on his shoulders and quickly leaned in for another kiss. Dante's hands settled on her ass and squeezed it hard. "Dante" her lips trembled against his lips and hearing her moan his name made Dante harder. "I want to see those fucking tits" He growled and pushed the straps of her gown down her shoulders, his lips kissing all over her face. He trailed kisses down to her neck just as his hands reached her bra cupped boobs. Mireille threw her head backwards, moaning softly as his tongue grazed the skin of her neck all the way to her shoulders in a long, sensual lick. Dante glanced down at her bras and a sexy grin flashed."Blue... befitting for
Mireille slipped down to her knees as soon as Dante's arms left her. Clutching feebly to the wall, she trembled non stop as her orgasm continued to rage through her body. Her lips were parted in soft moans and whimpers. Dante picked up his trousers and slipped it back on. "Get yourself up, princess" Dante said to her. "Don't tell me we are done" Mireille groaned and moved her weak knees to turn and face Dante. "We are, princess. Five minutes is over"Mireille looked into his burning eyes and her eyes pleaded for him to go further. Dante looked down at her pleading eyes and then at her gorgeous tits. Her nipples looked hard and Dante cursed before looking away from her. She looked like the perfect woman for him to use... Right there on her knees, he wanted to pull off his clothings and push his cock into her mouth and face fuck her, then spill his cum all over her face, giving her a sexy facial. But Dante shook the thoughts away. He should not even have touched her tonight and to
"The contract has been fully signed sir" his work personal assistant, Leila said to Dante as they walked out of the meeting room."Good" Dante replied shortly and Leila tucked her hair behind her ears. "Dante" a manly voice called from behind and Dante stopped in his tracks.He glanced at Leila who had stopped walking immediately her boss stopped too. "Get going, Leila" Dante said to her and Leila walked away without any word. Few seconds later, a man stood in front of Dante. He was dressed in a white and blue suit. "You look good" Dante said to him and the angry look on the man's face grew more visible. "You are biting more than you can chew, Dante""Leave the biting and the chewing to me, Mark""That contract was supposed to be mine. I have been after it for months yet you got it after being on it for barely three weeks!""What can I say? People love associating themselves with winners. They are more than honoured to have me sign a contract with them, in fact"Mark could barely