I Guess I Do

Mireille stepped out of the car and walked to the entrance of the main building, feeling a little bit empty and still yet shaken.

The message she had seen had taken its toll on her but she had pretended quite well that she was fine and though she was glad that Dante did not notice and start fussing over what was wrong with her, she still felt it would be better if he was by her side right now.

“What the hell are you thinking?” She asked herself and let out a nervous chuckle, walking into the living room.

She sat on one of the sofa with a soft groan and ran her hands through her hair, pulling the hairband out of it and letting her hair loose.

Dante had told her that he had some ‘business’ to deal with and after that he had left with a man that Mireille only recalled seeing once.

The night she wore the sexy dress, Dante had walked in with that man.

There was something about that man that made Mireille a bit uncomfortable. Maybe it was his hard look but that could not be it, she had survived Dante’s hard looks so definitely the other man’s hard looks should not move her.

Mireille just did not like him. She was almost scared to say that he looked like a criminal and a criminal was not the type of person Dante should be involved with.

His reputation could get ruined in the process.

“I should talk to Dante about him. He probably is not seeing what I am seeing about that man” Mireille got up from the sofa and went into her room to take a quick shower and dress up in plain clothes.

After which she quietly went to the dinning room and ate on her own. Mireille hated to admit that eating dinner with Dante felt better than eating on her own.

“That little bastard. Why is he still not back?” She grumbled, standing in front of her own room.

She was about to go open the door but decided against it. She was going to sleep in Dante’s room instead.

With the amount of security in Dante’s home, she was sure that no one would be able to get to her, especially not her step dad but still she would feel unsafe in her own room.

Mireille walked into Dante’s room and shut the door behind her. She walked over to his bedside table and trailed her fingers over it.

Subconsciously, she grabbed the handle of the drawer and pulled it but it was locked.

A small pout appeared on Mireille’s face but she ignored the locked drawer. She did not care about what was there anyways.

Mireille walked over to the side of the room she had seen Dante pick a few tools from and tried pushing it open to get a look at the tools, at those Dante was still holding back from using on her but she was unable to open it.

With a resigned groan, she got into his bed and buried her face in his pillow, filling her nose with the scent of him.

The scent of him all around her made her feel safer and Mireille was already dozing off when her phone rang.

“Who the heck is that?” She grumbled, reaching her hand out to get her phone.

It was Belinda calling. Rubbing her sleepy eyes, Mireille picked the call and took the phone to her right ear.

“Hey Bel”

“Hello Mireille!” Belinda replied in her usual excited voice.

“What did you call me so late?” Mireille grumbled.

“So late. This is just a few minutes past 8pm” Belinda replied.

“Don’t tell me you were sleeping already. Dante is not there with you?” Belinda asked.

“He is not. He had some important business to deal with so I came home alone”

“So…. You miss him?” Belinda drawled, teasingly.

“Of course not” Mireille replied quickly and Belinda laughed.

“I bet you do miss him. You wanted to go to sleep so you don’t torture yourself with missing him”

“I told you that is not it”

“Really? You don’t even miss having sex with him?” Belinda asked and Mireille giggled softly.

“We had it at the office earlier and I am still limping…”

“Oh my! You have a life better than mine now” Belinda squealed and Mireille laughed it off.

“You have Jonas, don’t you?” She asked Belinda and the line went silent for a few seconds before Belinda finally spoke up with a sigh.

“I don’t really know if I have him” Belinda replied and Mireille sat up on the bed, readjusting to hear what was going on.

She pulled a pillow close.

“What happened with him? He is not interested in you at all?” Mireille asked.

“I really do not know, Mireille. He acts like he is interested and then he ruins it all with a few words” Belinda replied.

“What few words?”

“Mireille this, Mireille that” Belinda said and Mireille’s brows arched.

“What? My name?”

“Yes, Mireille. I don’t know he knows you but everytime we talk and everytime we meet, he finds opportunities to ask about you. And hey, I don’t like you less. Even if he likes you, that will never affect our friendship. I value us much more than any relationship with some guy”

Mireille smiled softly, glad she had Belinda as her friend.

“But do you know him?” Belinda asked.

“Not at all. I do not think I have ever met someone by the name, Jonas.” Mireille replied.

“Apart from that, Jonas is quite charming. I went to his house and he cooked for me and though we flirted a bit, he did not try pushing me to have sex with him or anything. If only, he does not ask about you so weirdly every single time, maybe we would actually have something together.” Belinda chuckled.

“But then he might not even be interested in a relationship at all. He is probably just going with the flow just like I am”

“I am sorry he is ruining things by talking about me. You do seem quite interested in him”

“I… I guess I am.” Belinda let out a low chuckle.