Mireille Mathieu

That night

Mireille sat on the sofa in the living room, her phone in her hands. She was not doing anything on the phone though and the television was turned off too.

Her gaze was on the clock. It was 8pm already and Dante was not yet back from wherever he had gone.

Belinda had left around 4pm and Mireille had been home alone since then, waiting for Dante to get back.

Mireille glanced at the screen of her phone too. There was no calls and no texts from Dante which was weird. She was not sure there was a day ever since she had come to stay here when Dante had not communicated with her in over twelve hours.

Mireille was resisting the urge to actually call him and ask what was going on. He could be in danger, for all she knew.

There were probably so many robbers out there, wanting to rob a billionaire and that could be Dante’s fate but she tried her best not to think too much of it.

It was just 8pm, wasn’t it?

Sighing, Mireille got up on her feet to go and have dinner herself and go to her room but that was when she heard a car zooming in.

Mireille stopped, a subconscious smile spreading her lips before vanishing as suddenly as it had appeared.

She took her seat back on the sofa and waited for a bit over a minute before the footsteps of Dante filled her ears.

He walked into the living room and the grim look on his face softened as soon as his gaze landed on Mireille.

“Hey princess, waiting for me?” Dante asked, walking further and taking the seat opposite Mireille.

“You wish” Mireille mumbled and Dante chuckled softly and Mireille noted that he had been drinking.

“You reek of alcohol” she said to him.

“Had a few bottles with a friend” Dante replied and thrusted his hand into his pocket, pulling out a small box.

He got back up on his feet and walked over to Mireille.

“What’s that?” Mireille asked as he got closer to her, yet again, stealing her breath away.

Dante ignored her question and got behind her. He opened the small box, revealing a beautiful necklace. Mireille turned her head and her lips parted into a smile too as she saw the beautiful necklace.

Her gaze however soon shifted from the necklace to Dante’s face, more specifically, to his lips. She gulped down softly, recalling how his lips tasted.

Belinda’s words poured into her brain and Mireille bit down on her lips, wanting to kiss Dante’s lips but she simply could not do it.

She was not brave enough to do so. Mireille turned away from him and Dante gently fixed the necklace around her neck, his fingers grazing her skin and causing Mireille to swallow a soft moan that threatened to leave her lips.

Dante ran his fingers along the necklace, his fingers brushing her skin as he did so until he got to her neck.

He thought about what it would be like to wrap his hand around her neck and watch her choke as he buried his cock deep in her pussy.

“Oh fuck” he cursed roughly, almost directly into her ears and Mireille’s face flushed at the roughness of his cursing into her ears.

She felt her pussy tingle with just his deep voice and her eyes shut for a moment. By the time she opened her eyes, Dante had moved away from her and returned to his seat.

Mireille readjusted in her seat, pressing her thighs together to suppress the itch the brushing of his skin and his cursing had just caused to her.

“You did not have to get this for me” Mireille started.

“You are spoiling me and I don’t think I need to be spoilt…”

“A princess deserves to be spoilt. Make sure you keep that necklace on always, Princess” he cut her off.

“And if I don’t?” Mireille found herself asking.

“You will” his voice dripped with confidence that Mireille could not understand where it came from but she knew he was right.

She was not going to be taking the necklace off.

*

The next day

Mark was seated behind his desk, his demeanor was pretty calm and composed while he reviewed a few documents.

A knock came on the door and without looking away from the documents, Mark responded “Come in”.

The door opened and Jonas, his right hand man walked into the office. Mark immediately set aside the document, seeing that it was Jonas who had come to see him.

“Good morning boss” Jonas greeted with a curt bow of his head.

“What did you get?” Mark asked, his tone almost desperate.

“James truly has a family whom he seems to be hiding. It’s his younger sister. I found out he has a step father too but he has cut off ties with his step father since a long time ago”

“Tell me more about his sister. I don’t care about a step father whom James doesn’t care about too” he replied.

Jonas stepped forward and dropped a document on Mark’s desk.

“Her name is Mireille Mathieu, 24 years old. A graduate of business administration but it seems like she doesn’t have a job and I figured out that James is the one behind her joblessness as he is trying hard to keep her from spotlight. She is very rarely seen outside and spends most of her time alone or with a certain friend whose name is…..” Jonas paused for some seconds as he tried to recall her name.

“Belinda” he continued.

“As for her hobbies, they are pretty much unknown.”

“Wow, James did well hiding his weakness but I eventually found it and I am going to use this hidden woman against him” Mark chuckled.

“Where is she at the moment? Away with James?” Mark asked.

“That is where it gets even more interesting, boss. Mireille Mathieu is currently in the city and she is staying with Dante”

Mark’s eyes widened for a second before the calm look returned to his face.

“He is really doing his best to protect his sister. Can we get a spy into Dante’s home?” Mark asked.

“I am afraid it is impossible to get a spy into Dante’s home. The security is too tight and the checks on each person in the mansion will expose our spy and might land us into trouble with Dante too”

Mark seethed and gritted his teeth.

“Fine, I will find a way to get to her though.”

Mark picked up the document and stared at the picture of Mireille that was on the first page.

“Mireille Mathieu”