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 Dante’s 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.

“You are awake. Good morning, Princess” 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.

“Good morning” she greeted back, sitting up on the bed.

“You don’t have to ask me if I am fine. I am fine” Mireille added and Dante chuckled.

“Coffee or freshly squeezed juice?” He asked.

“Coffee, please” she replied and Dante picked a cup of hot coffee from the table he had dropped it on.

“Coffee with whipped cream”

“You remember every single detail, don’t you? Even my ex boyfriend doesn’t know as much as you do” Mireille laughed softly.

“That’s just one of the many reasons that bastard did not deserve you” 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. Mireille’s 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.

“A penny for your thoughts?”

Mireille got out of bed, she was fully clothed in her pajamas.

“I was thinking about what type of man I would like to date after all this is over”

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.

“You look like you can’t wait for this to be over.” Dante looked a bit pissed off.

“I… That’s not….”

“You are so eager to leave me and go out with other men, aren’t you?” He cut her off.

“No! That is not it” Mireille raised her voice a bit and Dante took in a rough breath before letting go of her.

“It’s alright.”

“I am just going to take a quick bath and get ready for work” Mireille said.

“You should stay home and get better. Don’t try arguing with me” his tone was strict and cold.

“I want to go to work” 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.

“Get back into bed and rest” he turned to leave but Mireille quickly grabbed him by the arm.

“I don’t want to stay home alone, please” she pulled slightly at his arm, her eyes pleading with his grey eyes to give in and let her follow him to work.

“I will rest when I need it, Dante. Just let me go with you”

“You fucking know how to get me and you are using it to your advantage. You have thirty minutes to be ready”

Mireille grinned, a sweet smile parting her lips.

“Thank you!”

*

“Mireille Mathieu was employed by Dante yesterday” Jonas reported to Mark and Mark dropped his pen.

“That bastard. He is taking her in. This makes it even much more suspicious. Have you affirmed where she stands to Dante?” Mark questioned.

“I am sorry, boss but I have nothing for now. I will try harder and ensure I find something out soon enough” Jonas replied.

“You’d better do so. Don’t slack at your work because I have been giving you enough freedom” Mark said in a warning tone.

“I dare not”

“Aaargh” Mark groaned.

“Everything annoys me! That major bastard is my biggest worry. I so want to get rid of him already” he gritted his teeth.

“That Mireille bitch better be a key to bringing Dante down to his knees.”

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.

Jonas’s 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.

“Enjoyed your meal yesterday” the message read.

“You can come over for more whenever you want to.” Jonas texted back.

“Really? I will be coming over soon, then. What’s your best colour?” The message read and Jonas furrowed his brows.

“Why do you ask?”

“Cause I want to know” she texted back and Jonas chuckled at her response.

“I don’t really have a favourite but I guess I’d do with red?” He texted her back.

“Great!” Was all her next message read and Jonas face fell.

“What the hell is wrong with you, Jonas? I don’t care if she replied with just a word” 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.

“Hey Bel. Do you know if Mireille and Dante are into each other?” 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.

“Damn! There… I made her mad yet again” he groaned.

“Hey, I am sorry for asking about her again. I swear I am not interested in her” he slowly clicked on the send button and Belinda viewed the message almost immediately.

Jonas waited for her response but none was forthcoming.

“Shit” 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.