Possession Of The Mafia Boss Novel – My brother’s friend Dante prevented me from dating others. I really like you, Mireille. Dave, my classmate said and brought out a beautiful necklace. I felt my heart race. With my brother and Dante hovering all over me, no guy in school had been brave enough to ask me out. What is going on here? Dante’s voice cut him off. Stay away from her or I will have to make you stay in a wheelchair for the rest of your life. He dropped the necklace on the floor. Why don’t you want me to have a boyfriend?! I am so sick of you! I hit his chest. I will never ever let you fall into the hands of a man who doesn’t deserve you, Princess. And who do you think you are to assume this role in my life? I threw the question at him and he moved three steps closer to me. I am your protector for the rest of my life, Princess.
Mireille sighed softly, dropping the phone on her bed rather carelessly. She had just received a call from her brother informing her that he was sick and would be away for three months to recuperate properly but that wasn’t the huge news,the huge news was that she had to stay with his best friend named Dante “Dante…”She mumbled the name,trying to recall why it sounded so familiar. She had lived most of her life being sheltered by her big brother and he seemed to forget the fact that she was not a baby or a teen,she was 24already and could easily make her own decisions but he would never stop hovering around her and ensuring that he took care of her. Sometimes,it felt good to know how much her brother cared about her and sometimes,she just felt choked up by his protectiveness. He had not even allowed her to date until she was 20, claiming that all men are out there to break girls hearts.
Mireille shook her head,her dark,wavy hair flipping a little bit as she did so.Finding a job should have been easy for her but James did not want her to go through the stress of going to work too. Mireille did not consider having a job stressful but James insisted that having a job would affect her way too much.Mireille needed no one to tell her that James was the reason she could not get a job after a year of job hunting. She was sure that he had reached out to every single company he knew she would apply to and made sure none of them gave her a job. Yes,James protectiveness choked her up and even though Mireille sometimes thought of doing something rebellious against James,something that would make him mad and make him eventually make him realise that she was an adult already,she still could not actually go through with any of her rebellions. She was too much of a ‘good girl’. Brushing away the thoughts of her brother, Mireille decided to start packing in anticipation for her brother’s friend,Dante.
She headed into her closet that was stacked up with all sorts of clothes and accessories for her use.A huge mirror was in the middle of the closet and Mireille looked into the mirror. She could see the beautiful,pale skinned,5’5woman staring back at her.Her hazel green eyes stared back at her. She looked away from the mirror and started packing a few clothings she would be needing. It did not take her long to get done with packing up. Mireille decided to take another shower and headed into the bathroom. She turned on the shower and let the water run down her skin lazily “Dante”the name had stuck to her mind as she still tried to remember who he was while under the shower. Minutes passed but she was unable to recollect who he was.
Mireille gave up on trying,assuring herself she would remember who he was after seeing him. She walked out of the bathroom,a towel tied to her chest.She was just about to change into the blue dress on her bed when she heard the gates opening. “Dante is here”she mumbled and quickly dressed up. She ran her fingers through her wet hair and hurriedly picked up the dryer to dry it up.She was a minute into it when a knock came on her door. “Yes?Come in”she replied and the door opened. A maid walked in. “You have a guest,ma’am” “Tell him I would be with him very soon” “Alright,Miss” The maid left the room and Mireille resumed drying her hair.She absolutely hated keeping others waiting so she dropped the hair dryer and brushed her hair.
Mireille picked her luggage and hurried out of the room.She composed herself as she got to the stairs that led down into the living room. Walking down the stairs elegantly,she was curious to see who Dante was. She arrived in the living room and found a man with his back turned to her. He was staring at an old picture of her and her brother.Mireille found herself staring at his back view for much longer than she expected. He was wearing a tailored shirt and trousers and even though he was clothed,Mireille needed no one to tell her what hot body hid under that black shirt. She gulped down and was about to speak but he beat her to it. “You looked very cute,princess”his deep voice rang through her ears and instantly,Mireille’s eyes widened. “Dante?”The name finally registered. “Yes,princess?”He turned to her and Mireille could swear that something strange happened to her body,something that usually never happened. Yet,there was no way she would not recognise this face and the smirk on his lips and there was no way she would not recognise that sexily annoying voice of his that called her ‘princess’all the time.
Dante Romano was her brother’s best friend in highschool and Mireille had found him absolutely annoying.Yes,he was handsome,hot,charming and all but he was still annoying.He called her princess all the time and would join hands with James to ensure that no guy came close to her. No,that was not the only annoying thing about this hot man now standing in front of her but the most annoying part was that he caused more than half of the heartbreaks she witnessed in highschool. He was a bad boy,a playboy and he sure knew how to play his games well.All of that was easy with his looks and money anyways.He could get any girl he wanted in school.He never cared about the emotions of the girls he played with and would mercilessly break their hearts with his cold eyes staring right at them.
So yes,how could she not recognise this hot walking red flag of a man? Still standing transfixed at the spot, Mireille tried to recall if there were moments Dante Romano was warm to other girls but she could not remember because moments like that did not exist.The only time Dante ever smiled genuinely was when he was with her,annoying her with the ‘princess’title.Those were the only times his eyes ever found warmth. “You do not have to just stare at me and strip me with your eyes.You could strip me with your hands instead”he gave her a one sided smirk and Mireille quickly looked away from him,her face flushing up as she realised that she had really been staring at him for too long. Dante picked up the picture he had been staring at and waved it in the air. “You don’t just look cute anymore.You now look… “his eyes travelled all over her.
From her still slightly damp hair to her toe. “Beautiful” She sure had grown beautiful over the years and Dante was only saying beautiful because he did not want to describe her as what he really wanted to….Hot. The blue dress she was wearing was unable to hide the curves underneath them from his eyes. He looked up her tummy to her bust.Those chests sure had grown bigger over the years. His gaze landed on her beautiful face and that was when Mireille looked back at him.Their eyes met and for the next few seconds,Mireille felt glued to the spot. “It’s time to leave,princess”Dante looked away from her mesmerising eyes,brushing away the thoughts of how beautiful those eyes would look if she was on her knees with his manhood in her mouth. “She is supposed to be like a sister to you!”He cursed at himself and walked up to her,taking the luggage from her. “I don’t want to go anywhere with you,Dante” Mireille said firmly and Dante chuckled. “Would you rather I carry you over my shoulders, princess?”He asked,flicking his dark,curly hair backward and Mireille did not need to ask him if he was serious about that. “Stop calling me princess”she said,ignoring his question. “I am sure we have argued over this several times seven years ago he replied and leaned in close to her. Mireille felt her breath hitch as she breathed in his manly cologne.
Yes,she did not like him a bit for so many reasons but still yet,she was a girl,she was straight and this man in front of her was definitely deemed as sexually appealing to every straight girl. She quickly leaned back,away from him before taking two steps back to create a small distance between them. “And the conclusion of the argument?”Mireille inquired. “That I continue calling you Princess. Your name is too hard for me to pronounce so I am just going to stick to Princess” He leaned away from her totally,the playful smirk on his face gone in a quick instant. “Let’s go”his voice was suddenly authoritative and Mireille found herself walking towards the door while he walked behind her with his luggage. A black car was waiting and Mireille immediately walked towards the door to pull it open but Dante stopped her. “Don’t tell me you forgot I don’t let the princess open the car door herself”he said to her and pulled open the door for her. Mireille wanted to say something but she gulped it down and got into the backseat of the car,not wanting to have to talk to him for long.
Mireille brought out her phone just as Dante revved the car to life.She began browsing through the phone,trying to do anything that would stop her from stealing glances at Dante. But nothing on the internet seemed to be of interest to her. It seemed like the only interesting thing right now was the man behind the wheels. Mireille found herself eventually staring at him through the mirror.His face was pulled into a hard look as he drove but even with his hard look he looked enchanting and Mireille was staring longer than she intended to stare at him. No,she had not even intended to stare at him at all. Suddenly Dante looked at the mirror too and their eyes met.Mireille quickly looked away from his gaze. The hard look on Dante’s face vanished. “You can stare as much as you want,princess” “I was not staring”she lied. “Good girls should not lie,yunno” “I am not a good girl!”Mireille retorted.
She hated it when James and Dante called her that and made her feel naive and innocent. “You sure are a good girl,Princess” Mireille was about to respond when her phone beeped with a message.She checked it and found that it was a message from her boyfriend. Mireille had almost forgotten these past minutes with Dante that she had a boyfriend.Dante had totally occupied her mind. She opened the message and giggled softly. “What’s that?”Dante questioned. “My boyfriend”she replied without thinking twice. Dante suddenly stepped on the brakes and the car jerked to an abrupt stop.Mireille gasped in shock,her eyes widening.