Not My Type

The next day

“I feel like hiding my fingers.” Mireille whispered to Dante as they walked towards the car.

“Why would you want to hide your fingers?” Dante replied with a question.

“This ring! It might get stolen.” she replied and Dante chuckled, taking her hand in his.

“You are Dante Romano’s woman and you think petty thieves would actually come after you?” He asked.

“Well, I guess not.” Mireille shrugged with the smile still on her face.

She could not stop staring at the ring that was now right above the beaded ring the kids at the orphanage had made Dante propose with.

Now, she wasn’t just playfully engaged to Dante. She was engaged to him for real and it had all been so fast. Mireille could not help but wonder if their marriage was going to be this fast too.

She giggled softly, limping towards the car. After being fucked over and over again the previous night, it was clear to Mireille that limping would be her way of walking for the next few days.

“Here.” Dante pulled open the car door for Mireille to step in.

She got in and he walked over to the other side, getting into the driver’s seat.

“Time to go home.” he whispered, igniting the car into motion.

“I want to ask though.” Mireille started as soon as the car set out.

“Who gave you the idea of proposing to me in that way?” She asked.

“In what way?” Dante asked, teasingly.

“C’mon. In that way, with you and I….”

“I will never understand how you can be brazen when we fuck and switch back to being shy in situations like this.” Dante chuckled.

“C’mon.” Mireille grumbled with a pout.

“Tell me who gave you the idea?” She demanded to know.

“You.” Dante glanced at her, his eyes staring into hers for a few seconds before he returned his gaze to the road.

“What do you mean?” Mireille asked, tucking her hair behind her ears.

Dante had helped her with washing her hair and drying her hair. He was such a sweetheart, Mireille had to agree. Her very own man.

“I know you best, Princess. And I know the kind of things you love. I knew you’d love that and with the way you bounced back on my cock immediately I put the ring in your fingers, it turned out that I was right yet again.” he gave her a smirk and Mireille palmed her blushing face.

A few seconds later, she raised her hand up to admire the ring again.

“Thank you, Dante.” she whispered, diverting her gaze from the ring to his face.

“What? What did I do?” Dante asked.

“A lot and don’t tell me it’s all what I deserve. Yeah, maybe I do…”

“You do. You deserve it all.” Dante cut her off.

“But I can’t help but thank you for everything. When I was with Charles, I never felt this way and…”

“I don’t like hearing about other men, Princess but if it is to tell me how much better I am than he is, then I guess I’ll listen.”

“You are so so jealous and so possessive.” Mireille poked his arm lightly.

“I know I am. When you have the rarest gem in the world in your arms, you’d definitely be possessive.” he replied and Mireille shook her head with smiles at his flattering.

“So tell me about your stupid ex.”

“Things were plain with him. Way too plain. I won’t say he was stupid or anything though, we just did not belong together. I belong with you.” Mireille glanced at him and saw the pride in his face.

*

Belinda groaned as the sunlight hit her face suddenly. A grumble left her lips as she pulled the sheets over her head.

“Get up already.” Ditto groaned and Belinda’s eyes widened as she realized that she wasn’t in her home.

She threw the sheets off her body, sitting up quickly. Her gaze fell on Ditto who was standing by the curtains that he had just pulled open.

“Good morning, Belinda.” He greeted.

“M-morning.” Belinda whispered and ran her hands through her hair.

“Freshen up and come downstairs for breakfast so I can take you back to Jonas.” Ditto said and walked towards the door.

He had just grabbed the door handle when Belinda recalled the previous night. She had kissed him! She had kissed this man!

“Oh god!!” She screamed, making Ditto stop and turn to look at her.

“What is the issue?” He questioned, a frown on his face.

“Last night.” Belinda started and glanced down at her body. She was dressed in neat, pink pajamas that she clearly had not been wearing when she got drunk in the living room.

“What happened last night?” She asked Ditto, her heart pounding hard at the thought of her actually having had sex with Ditto.

She could not recall anything other than having kissed Ditto and him having responded to the kiss. She could only pray that she did not do more than that.

“What do you think happened? A drunk woman, a tipsy man together alone in this place. What do you think could have happened?” Ditto asked, putting her more to the suspense.

“I… Heavens! Don’t tell me you… We had sex.” she stuttered the word out and without waiting for a response, she screamed her lungs out again.

“Oh my god! What have I done?! I… I should really not have had that liquor. I should stop drinking, I really should stop.” she kicked the air.

“Yes, you should stop drinking, Belinda. And perhaps next time, you’d listen to me when I tell you not to do something.” Ditto said.

“You bastard!” Belinda picked a pillow on the bed and threw it at him.

“You took advantage of me!”

“You kissed me first!” Ditto replied quickly.

“I was drunk! You knew that I was drunk! I was not in my right senses. At… Did you at least use a condom?” Belinda asked.

“No.” Ditto leaned back.

“No?!” Belinda got out of bed, in fury.

“I didn’t use a condom cause we didn’t have sex.” Ditto’s words stopped her.

“We… Did not?”

“We did not. I’d never have sex with you, Miss Belinda. You are not my type.” Ditto stated.

Belinda ignored his words and breathed out in relief. At least, nothing had happened between her and the right hand man of a Mafia boss.

“You should try not to get drunk when you are with me, Miss. Belinda. I do not fancy being kissed out of the blues by you.” he added and Belinda frowned at him.

“You kissed me back, didn’t you?” She asked.

“I did not. You don’t recall that properly. I pushed you away immediately and even if you do kiss me right now, I’d push you off right away. Like I said earlier, you are not my type”

“Freshen up and step downstairs for breakfast.”