Adorable Bel-2
Virgin Desires Forced Possession by a Sexy Mafia Boss
The next day
Mireille woke up, grumbling a few words as she did so. Her vision slowly cleared up and the first thing she saw was Danteâs face.
He was crouched by the side of the bed, staring at her intensely. Mireille gulped down, recalling how she had reacted when it started raining the previous night.
It had been so many years already and she still could not help herself whenever it rained.
âYou are awake. Good morning, Princessâ Dante greeted and got up on his feet.
He was not going to act like he did the last time and ask her things that would make her recall all of those painful memories.
âGood morningâ she greeted back, sitting up on the bed.
âYou donât have to ask me if I am fine. I am fineâ Mireille added and Dante chuckled.
âCoffee or freshly squeezed juice?â He asked.
âCoffee, pleaseâ she replied and Dante picked a cup of hot coffee from the table he had dropped it on.
âCoffee with whipped creamâ
âYou remember every single detail, donât you? Even my ex boyfriend doesnât know as much as you doâ Mireille laughed softly.
âThatâs just one of the many reasons that bastard did not deserve youâ Dante folded his arms and Mireille looked up at him, handing the cup of coffee back to him.
A white shirt and a perfect pair of dark blue trousers. He looked simple and yet perfect as always. Mireilleâs smile vanished as she thought about leaving him in two months that was speeding by already.
She wished she could find someone like Dante to build a life with later on. Someone as strong and reliable but who did not call her princess all the time.
She chuckled softly at her own thoughts.
âA penny for your thoughts?â
Mireille got out of bed, she was fully clothed in her pajamas.
âI was thinking about what type of man I would like to date after all this is overâ
Dante bit down on his lower lip and pulled Mireille close to him, his right arm around her waist and his finger raising her face up to look at him.
âYou look like you canât wait for this to be over.â Dante looked a bit pissed off.
âI⦠Thatâs notâ¦.â
âYou are so eager to leave me and go out with other men, arenât you?â He cut her off.
âNo! That is not itâ Mireille raised her voice a bit and Dante took in a rough breath before letting go of her.
âItâs alright.â
âI am just going to take a quick bath and get ready for workâ Mireille said.
âYou should stay home and get better. Donât try arguing with meâ his tone was strict and cold.
âI want to go to workâ Mireille stood in front of him, her petite stature standing stubbornly in front of him while he looked down at her with cold, annoyed eyes.
âGet back into bed and restâ he turned to leave but Mireille quickly grabbed him by the arm.
âI donât want to stay home alone, pleaseâ she pulled slightly at his arm, her eyes pleading with his grey eyes to give in and let her follow him to work.
âI will rest when I need it, Dante. Just let me go with youâ
âYou fucking know how to get me and you are using it to your advantage. You have thirty minutes to be readyâ
Mireille grinned, a sweet smile parting her lips.
âThank you!â
*
âMireille Mathieu was employed by Dante yesterdayâ Jonas reported to Mark and Mark dropped his pen.
âThat bastard. He is taking her in. This makes it even much more suspicious. Have you affirmed where she stands to Dante?â Mark questioned.
âI am sorry, boss but I have nothing for now. I will try harder and ensure I find something out soon enoughâ Jonas replied.
âYouâd better do so. Donât slack at your work because I have been giving you enough freedomâ Mark said in a warning tone.
âI dare notâ
âAaarghâ Mark groaned.
âEverything annoys me! That major bastard is my biggest worry. I so want to get rid of him alreadyâ he gritted his teeth.
âThat Mireille bitch better be a key to bringing Dante down to his knees.â
Jonas had a straight face on but he doubted that anything could bring Dante to his knees. Even if Dante eventually took a special liking to Mireille, Dante was a cold hearted bastard and still would not bow down. He would probably just leave Mireille to die and get himself another woman to satisfy whatever Mireille was currently satisfying him with.
Jonasâs phone buzzed in his pocket with a message and noticing that Mark had his face buried in the papers once again, Jonas walked out of the office.
He pulled his phone out and found that the text was from Belinda. His lip curled up in a small smile as he opened the message.
âEnjoyed your meal yesterdayâ the message read.
âYou can come over for more whenever you want to.â Jonas texted back.
âReally? I will be coming over soon, then. Whatâs your best colour?â The message read and Jonas furrowed his brows.
âWhy do you ask?â
âCause I want to knowâ she texted back and Jonas chuckled at her response.
âI donât really have a favourite but I guess Iâd do with red?â He texted her back.
âGreat!â Was all her next message read and Jonas face fell.
âWhat the hell is wrong with you, Jonas? I donât care if she replied with just a wordâ He said to himself, staring at the phone screen and contemplating on asking her a question about Mireille.
He did not want to irk and make her feel like he was interested in Mireille but he knew he still had to ask her.
âHey Bel. Do you know if Mireille and Dante are into each other?â He sent the message and in a few seconds, Belinda had viewed the message.
More seconds passed but Belinda had not responded to his message. A minute passed and then another minute.
âDamn! There⦠I made her mad yet againâ he groaned.
âHey, I am sorry for asking about her again. I swear I am not interested in herâ he slowly clicked on the send button and Belinda viewed the message almost immediately.
Jonas waited for her response but none was forthcoming.
âShitâ he cursed and slipped his phone into his pockets.
He had things to do and he had to get her off his mind and focus on his duties.