Virgin Desires Forced Possession by a Sexy Mafia Boss

The next day

“Dante brought a woman?!”

“There is a woman with Dante?”

“Impossible. Who is she?”

“This is the first time ever he is bringing a woman to a party.”

Murmurings and mumblings filled the air as Dante and Mireille walked their way to a table. Dante had his hand on her waist and his gaze was hard and cold, to a point that it almost scared Mireille but she knew that was what Dante liked to be seen as by others. A cold and difficult person. Perhaps that was what he was too.

Mireille had on a beautiful lengthy blue dress, with a deep v neck and a spilt that showed off her beautiful legs. Dante had chosen the dress and Mireille loved it.

“Dante” a woman seemingly in her fifties got up from a table with a smile on her face.

“I am glad you could come over. The others said you were not going to come” She said to Dante and Dante glanced at the other seated around the table the woman had been seated around just a few seconds ago.

“We did not say that” One of them whispered timidly and Dante looked away, his gaze resting on his Aunt.

“I was hoping you would be at the church service but I am glad you are at least here for the reception” she grinned at him and that was when she finally glanced at Mireille.

“Hello ma’am” Mireille greeted with a soft, polite smile.

“I almost could not believe it when I was told you alighted with a woman. Who is she?”

“Auntie Martha, she is Mireille Mathieu, the sister of a friend. She wanted to come along with me” Dante replied and Mireille gulped down a thick lump in her throat. Was that just all she was? The sister of a friend?

“That is great. Welcome to the family” Aunt Martha smiled at Mireille lovingly.

“Right. The journey here has been stressful for Mireille, we will take our seats now” without waiting for a response, Dante walked away from Aunt Martha and and led Mireille to a table.

He pulled out a chair for her to sit and Mireille could feel everyone’s eyes on them as Dante did the simple act.

Ignoring the stares completely, Dante sat opposite Mireille.

“We will be leaving here in an hour or two. Don’t communicate with anyone unnecessarily”

“Aunt Martha seems nice though” Mireille replied and the look on Dante’s face darkened.

“Stay away from her for the time we will be here, Principessa”

“Hello ladies and gentlemen. It is finally the time we have all been looking forward to. It’s time for the couples to have their dance”

Dante rolled his eyes nonchalantly. No one was looking forward to any dance. Everyone here was here for the sake of business or for the sake of just being present as family.

The married couple stepped out onto the dance floor and Mireille smiled, staring at them.

“They look so beautiful together” she cooed

“I bet the marriage was arranged” Dante replied, taking his attention to the dancing couples too.

“Why would you say that?” Mireille asked.

“Look at his eyes. They are so plain and without emotions. That’s not how a man in love looks at his partner”

Mireille chuckled, stifling a laughter.

“You talk like you have ever fallen in love”

“I know how a man in love looks at a woman” Dante looked serious.

“And how does he look?” Mireille asked.

“They way I look at you” Dante replied and Mireille’s body froze, her heart picking up pace as it pounded.

Her cheeks blushed a bright pink as she stared at Dante. Was this him telling her that he loved her? What else could it be?

Suddenly, Dante smirked.

“Look at you all flustered. Can’t take a flirty joke anymore?” He asked and Mireille looked away from with a pouty face.

“Your jokes are not funny” She grumbled.

“They at least get a reaction from you every single time, don’t they?” Dante leaned in close.

“Silly reactions” she huffed and Dante looked around, the playful look on his face vanishing instantly.

“Stay here, Princess. I have some business talks with a few people here” Dante said to her.

“Business talk? I should be with you as your secretary” Mireille quickly volunteered and attempted to get up.

“Sit” Dante’s authoritative voice came and Mireille found herself, sitting back into the chair.

“Good. I’ll be back” he got up from the chair and walked away.

Mireille stared at his retreating figure until he walked through a small door on the right side of the room.

Mireille sighed softly and picked her phone out of her purse.

She unlocked her phone and took a couple of pictures. She was about to drop the phone back on the table when a lady suddenly stopped by the table.

“Hello” the lady waved with a grin.

Mireille hesitated before waving back at the lady. The lady had blonde hair and was wearing an emerald green dress that complimented her emerald green eyes. It made her look beautiful.

“May I sit?” She asked.

“Sure” Mireille replied and the lady sat on the chair Dante had been seated earlier.

“I am Samantha” the lady introduced herself.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

“I am Mireille”

“How did you meet Dante?” The lady asked.

“He is my elder brother’s friend. I met him through my elder brother” she replied.

“And the both of you are not more?” Samantha asked.

“Not at all.” Mireille shook her head and Samantha leaned back in the chair.

“You look so innocent and I was wondering if Dante was tricking such an innocent little girl like you. He can be a womaniser, you know?” Samantha chuckled.

“But he has all the qualities of being one. He is good looking, so fucking hot and yet he is rich and powerful. Damn, he draws women to himself without having to try at all. And a man like that will never be willing to settle down with one woman so if you have it in your mind that Dante might like you…” She looked around before pulling close.

“Get it out of your head. Dante will never get married and love is a weakness for men like him. He will never fall in love”

“I don’t recall asking you for all of this information” Mireille replied, her brows arching in annoyance. She did not need anyone to remind her that Dante would always be a man for other women.

“You are pissed?” Samantha asked.

“Yes, I am. I honestly am pissed because I clearly told you no such relationship exists between I and Dante” she picked her purse and got up from her chair.

“Please excuse me” Mireille excused herself and walked away, wanting to go find Dante.

She walked through the small door Dante had walked through and found that it led to what seemed like a balcony. Just across the balcony was another door but they were guards standing by the door.

Mireille looked around but there was no signs of Dante. She was about to return to the party when the door opened and Dante stepped out of the room with a woman.

Mireille felt her heart wrenching. Did he not promise her that as long as she kept her body for him only, his body would also be for her only?

Before Dante could notice her presence, Mireille left, her heart aching.

“What did I expect from him? Just how good did I expect him to be?”