"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 suppress his anger, he fisted his hands and his jaws clenched.
"Stay away from what I chase, Dante"
"I am too busy to go after what you chase but if what you are chasing is supposed to be mine, then you know that I am getting it" Dante said and took a step forward, getting closer to Mark.
"Maybe you should just leave this country. I might ruin you completely if you keep on staying here. Both in this business and in the game, you stand no chance beside me, Mark"
"You Italian bastard!" Mark rasped but Dante only chuckled, taking steps back.
"You just wait and see. I will find out your weakness and I will use it against you"
Dante almost laughed at his words.
"And you really do think that I have a weakness? Oh yes, you sure do. That's why you abducted my last fuck toy, right?"
"I will get back at you, Dante. I swear I will. I will find what makes you happy and I will take it away from you, wiping that devilish smile away from your face forever" Mark swore with hatred written on his face but Dante could not care less.
"My happiness is in my money and in winning. Too bad you can't take any of that away. And you should know well enough that threatening me is not something you should do. I might get annoyed and get rid of your men."
Mark looked like he was about to say something but changed his mind and took three steps backwards, his eyes still on Dante before he turned and walked away.
Dante reached into his pocket and brought out his phone. He dialed a contact and took the phone to his right ear.
"Have you delivered the goods?"
"Yes boss. All delivered"
*
Mireille was huddled under the sheets. She had done everything she could do to keep herself from thinking too much about everything, about Dante and about Charles.
She had gone to the gym house and had worked out a little bit. She had also walked around the huge mansion, knowing about the place better.
The mansion even had an in-house cinema but Mireille was completely uninterested. She had done more job hunting on the net and now she was drained and tired.
She stared at the ceiling as the thoughts she had been trying to avoid all day eventually snuck into her mind.
She thought about Charles first. They had met when they were in college and they became good friends quickly and after about three months, Charles had asked her out and they began dating officially but Belinda never regarded them as lovers.
She picked up her phone to reach out to Charles. They had spent almost three years together and Mireille was unwilling to let all those three years down the drain but when she realized that Charles had blocked her on all social medias, she knew it was over.
There was nothing she could do to salvage the relationship.
Mireille sighed, picked the pillow next to her and dumped it on her face.
Only a few seconds had passed before the thoughts of Charles was replaced by the thoughts of Dante.
Mireille thought about the previous night and how her body had felt like it wasn't hers but felt so damn good.
Subconsciously, Mireille's hand under the sheets reached for her thighs and began slowly massaging her thighs.
Mireille gulped down as she felt a pool of heat settling down in her.
"Princess" she heard his voice in her head and instantly, Mireille felt a strong desire for him.
"Mhmm" she moaned softly and led her hands to her boobs.
She slipped her hands underneath the top she was wearing and reached for her tits.
"Oh" escaped her lips as her fingers grazed her nipple.
Mireille badly wanted to smack her own ass just like Dante had done the previous night but she could not.
She groaned frustratedly and pulled her own nipple.
Then suddenly, her phone rang. Mireille's hand froze immediately as she realized what she had been doing.
She had been touching herself! And not just that, she had been touching herself to the thoughts of Dante!
"What the hell is wrong with me?" She asked herself as she kicked the pillow and the sheets away from her body and reached for her phone.
It was Belinda calling. Mireille gulped down to suppress the heat that had grown in her body earlier, before picking up the call.
"Hey Mireille. You didn't bother calling to tell me how Charles birthday went yesterday, did you finally do it?"
"No" Mireille responded and pressed her lips into a thin line.
"No? Why? You were unable to do it, right?"
"We broke up last night. Charles broke up with me" Mireille said and Belinda gasped.
"That bastard... You should have listened to me and dumped him first"
"Perhaps you were right, Belinda. Perhaps we were never meant to be together as lovers"
"Exactly, Mireille. You guys were never meant to be but are you okay? Do you need me to come over and comfort you?"
"No, I am fine. It doesn't hurt like people say it does" She replied.
"But something happened last night, Belinda"
"What?"
"I was just drunk and believe me, I was really drunk and out of my senses..."
"And you did what? Killed someone?" Belinda gasped.
"Of course not!" Mireille shut her up, her voice raising a little.
"I think I kind of seduced Dante and he touched me..."
"Oh my god!!" Belinda screamed into the phone.
"What happened next?! Did you guys have sex?! Tell me what it was like to wake up in his arms and..."
"Shut up, Belinda. We did not have sex but he touched me in a way I have never been touched and then I had an orgasm"
"An orgasm? I... I have never had one. You are so freaking lucky!"
"Would you let me talk?" Mireille questioned with a low grumble.
"Sure, please go on" Belinda squealed.
"To be honest with myself, I think I liked the way he touched me and the feeling when I had an orgasm... I am sure I loved that but I don't like Dante at all"
"Mireille, I think you should just go on with Dante. You have no boyfriend now, anyways"
"Go on with him? Never! He is a serial flirt and I am sure he does not do relationships so it's a huge NO"
"Alright, Mireille but if I was you, I would jump onto him every night and let him make me orgasm. I would not miss sex with a sex god like him for anything" Belinda squealed and giggled.
"Why am I telling you this? I wasn't expecting any reasonable advice from you, right?" Mireille chuckled and Belinda ended the call after a hurried 'I have to go'
Mireille dropped her phone on the bed and stared at the opposite wall.
"I'd better find something, anything to get busy with."
Dante walked into the living room and glanced at his wristwatch. It was just few minutes to 7pm and Mireille should be ready by now. She was not in the living room, however and Dante could not help but think for a moment, that she was avoiding him. He brushed the thoughts away and climbed up the stairs. He walked over to her door and opened it up, using his finger print. He pushed the door open and stopped right by the door when he realised that Mireille was not ready or even getting ready. She was laying on the sheets of her bed and scrolling through her phone. "Princess" he called. "I asked you to be ready by 7pm"Mireille sat up on the bed. She had concluded that she was not going to take Belinda's advice or any advice close to it. She was going to just make sure their relationship was what it was before. "You did not care to ask if I wanted to go shopping. I don't want to" She spelt out her last words. Dante stared at her for a few seconds before his lips curled up in a sm
Mireille's grip on the sheets turned tighter as she told herself she could let it just happen quietly. She did not want to open her eyes and look at Dante, fearing that he would see it in her eyes that she was about to cum to his massage. Just then, a phone rang and Mireille jolted. Her legs slipped out of Dante's grip instantly and her eyes opened. Dante looked at the phone that had just rang, it was Mireille's phone. He felt the urge to pick the phone and smash it against the wall. Whoever was calling could have waited about thirty seconds more or a minute more and Mireille would have cum, perhaps she would squirt like she had find the previous night. Mireille pressed her thighs together as she reached for her phone, realizing that it was James calling. "James is the one calling" she said to Dante and he felt a pang of guilt. He had promised James he would not touch Mireille, right? He should not have touched her the previous night and he should not have touched her now till
Mireille stepped out of the cab and looked at the cafe for a few seconds before walking towards it. She would never have thought that she would have to eventually settle for a job like this. She walked into the cafe and and confidently walked over to the counter. "Hello" she smiled at the lady behind the counter. "Hello, what would you like to have?" The lady asked with a nice smile. "No, I am not having anything. I am Mireille Mathieu and I am...""Here for the job? Yes, boss told me about it. He is not around right now but he told me you would be here."Mireille only smiled in response to the lady. "I am Leila and it is very nice to meet you. You can start work immediately though""Immediately?" Mireille was a little bit taken aback. "Yes." Leila replied. "What about the employment contract?" Mireille questioned and Leila flashed her a smile. "I will get it for you. If you are comfortable with it, you can start working immediately but if you are not, you can call the boss an
Dante stepped on the accelerator, his eyes narrowed and sharp. His brows were pulled into a sharp arch and just above them, few beads of sweat had formed on his forehead. He had tried calling Mireille back a couple of times but she was not picking up anymore and he could not quantify his fear of losing her. How in the world would he live with the guilt of knowing that he killed her by letting her out alone? And how would he tell James about whatever happened? He glanced at the gun on the other seat of the car. The bullets in that gun was meant for someone else but not anymore. The bullets were now meant for whosoever had put her in danger. Checking the location of her phone, Dante pulled the car to a halt and stepped out of the car with his phone and gun in his hands. He only had to walk a few steps before he heard her voice. "Help me!" It was a scream, filled with pains, pains that Dante himself could feel. He ran towards the direction of the voice and found Mireille underneat
The next dayMireille kept her eyes closed, feeling the warmth of another body from behind her. She could feel his breath caressing her neck and his arms wrapped around her body, holding her in place. Still keeping her eyes closed, memories of the previous night flooded Mireille's brain and she found herself subconsciously relaxing into his body. She still felt scared after the close rape accident and pushing her body closer to his helped her feel safer. She could recall how she had cried, screamed and begged the man to let her go. She had put up a fight that she knew was not going to last long, then Dante had come for her and had shot the man multiple times. She could still hear the gunshots in her head and that was the first time she witnessed a killing. The shots resounded in her head and her hand subconsciously grabbed Dante's arm, holding onto him tightly.It was weird. He was the one who had pulled the trigger and caused the shots that was now scaring her but still yet, he se
Mireille leaned in even closer, wanting to capture Dante's lips with her lips. Each brush of their lips against each other made her shiver and she could not deny the wetness that had formed in her panties. "I should not be doing this" Dante whispered, his lips still brushing hers. Instinctively, Mireille's grip around him got tighter as if not wanting to let him go. Mireille knew this was her body taking over and not her heart. Her heart wanted Dante to leave the room right away but her body wanted him to stay and do things to her. Hesitation and want filled the air. The room was silent safe for their breathing. She could feel his erection pressing against her stomach and the feel made her recall her drunk night when he had rubbed his erection on her pussy. A soft moan escaped her lips, recollecting that memory but that was when Dante chose to pull away from her completely. "You were talking too much and I had to shut you up" Dante rasped and Mireille just remained silent, not k
Fifteen men in black suits were on their knees as Dante walked into the place. It was a huge abandoned warehouse with barely any signs of luxury that suited a person of Dante's status. A neat chair was however there for him to sit and Dante calmly sat down. More men were standing in the room, each of them with a gun in hand while the ones on their knees had been unarmed. Behind Dante were three other men in black suits. Dante stretched his right hand out and one of the men gave him a gun. Dante grinned at the gun, a menacing grin which was the only type of grin the men in the room had the chance to see on the face of their boss. Without uttering a single word, Dante shot at one of the men and he dropped down dead. The fourteen other men gasped while every other person remained absolutely calm. "There.... He looks better dead and gone and you all are going to be looking just like him if you don't tell me where the bags are" "I swear, boss. We don't know the bags of drugs got mis
Mireille was in the living room, cuddling a pillow and watching a movie. The doctor had come and checked up on her and she had had to use some drugs. Mireille was bored at home but felt scared to even attempt going out. She knew for sure that Dante would not let her go out in the first place after what had happened and she herself did not want to go out. Her experience last night had made her scared of going out suddenly. Mireille yawned sleepily and laid down on the couch instead, still cuddling the pillow. A few minutes passed before her phone beeped with a message. Mireille reached for the phone. The screen was now broken due to it falling to the floor the previous night. The message was from Dante. Mireille pouted a little before opening the message. "I am almost home. Go and get dressed up, we are going out together" the message read. Mireille let out a low hiss and dropped her phone. She was not interested in going out, especially with Dante. Mireille reached for the r