Virgin Desires Forced Possession by a Sexy Mafia Boss

“Belinda” Mireille called after about a minute of just clinging to the couch.

Belinda turned to face Mireille, an excited look on her face. She was over her initial surprise and now she was excited for Mireille.

“What in the world?! You are wilder than I am now, Mireille!” Belinda shook her head, walking towards Mireille.

“I need to shower first” Mireille blushed heavily.

“Heavens. You sure need to” Belinda laughed softly.

*

Mireille stepped out of her bathroom, a white towel wrapped around her chest and a shy smile on her face as Belinda stared at her teasingly.

“Oh, who is this? Is this Mireille, the once virgin who has gone wild over the last two months” she laughed.

“C’mon, don’t tease me about this. I have caught you doing worse while we were in college” Mireille grumbled.

“Really? At least, I was caught. I had no idea you were coming home that night but you knew clearly that I was on my way here and you even asked me to be let in! You are really crazy now” Belinda shook her head in amusement and Mireille shyly tucked her wet hair behind her ears.

“It wasn’t my fault. It was Dante’s fault. C’mon don’t talk about it anymore” she grumbled and Belinda grinned.

“Seriously, the both of you will make the sweetest and most amazing couple”

Mireille frowned upon the topic and walked into her closet to pick something to wear and Belinda eagerly followed after her.

“You should at least listen to me, Mireille. Dante is perfect for you. What more could you want in a man? Is he lacking in any manner?” Belinda asked and Mireille looked at the row of clothes thoughtfully.

To be sincere, Dante was almost perfect. He was barely lacking in any manner but Mireille hated to admit that. After all, this was still the same man she had disliked for joining forces with her brother to restrict her high school life.

“He is a playboy, Belinda. That is where he lacks. He is a fuck boy who goes around fucking women. I can’t be with a man like that”

Belinda pressed her lips into a thin line, her face fallen for a few seconds.

“Have you seen him with another woman since you guys have been together?” She asked.

“Uhm… No but that is only because we agreed that we will only be for each other for now” Mireille replied.

“Then he is the loyal type. He won’t cheat on you” Belinda shook her head.

“Loyal my foot” Mireille rolled her eyes.

“Perhaps he can stick to me only for a few weeks but forever? Dante can’t” Mireille replied.

“Are you sure about that, Mireille?” Belinda asked.

“I know Dante better than you do and seriously, Dante does not do love. He doesn’t fall in love”

“I think he does and I think he is in love with you” Belinda replied and Mireille sighed softly.

“He is not”

“Okay, forget about Dante’s feelings. What about you?”

“I don’t love him” Mireille replied quickly but felt something inside of her arguing the truthfulness of her words.

“You are lying, Mireille”

“Belinda. You convinced me to go on with Dante to this point and I am grateful for it because it has been amazing but this is the limit”

“Do as I say again and you will thank me even more for it” Belinda continued.

“Tell him you love him” she added.

“But I don’t love him!” Mireille raised her voice and Belinda rolled her eyes.All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Girl, you do and it is so obvious that he does the same. The both of you are simply denying each other the joy you can get from being together”

“He does not match the type of man I want” Mireille whispered.

“How for Chrissake?” Belinda groaned and Mireille just went silent.

She knew it sounded hypocritical since he had killed the man because of her but Mireille knew she could not be with a man who had killed someone. It was bad of her to think that way when he had done it to save her but she could not control the thoughts and in all honesty, Mireille had not been thinking of the man he had killed that night. She had almost forgotten that it ever happened in fact until now that her stepdad issue came up.

Something inside of her was telling her that Dante had killed her stepdad too and although she would be most glad to see the man die, she just did not like the thought of him being a murderer.

“I am done with this conversation, Belinda. I and Dante will never be more than what we are now”

“If you really want that to be the case, then I will advise you to leave Dante right now because the more you stay by his side, the more addicted you will be to him”

“I won’t be addicted to anyone” Mireille replied, her voice almost weak and with no firmness. She walked out of the closet, trying not to recall how many times she had checked her phone for calls from Dante when she had been outside all day, the previous day.

She had missed him and there was no point denying something that clear. Mireille bit down on her lower lip, wondering how she would have to learn to stay away from him when James returned in a month.

She would most probably still be working for him as his secretary but she doubted Dante would touch her again since he had said it multiple times that he would be stopping once James came back.

She recalled the moment he had asked her if he was something more to her and how her heart had pounded when he asked her that question. She recalled the butterflies his forehead kisses gave her and the way her heart fluttered when he called her Princess or Principessa recently.

She used to hate the Princess tag so much but now, she was looking forward to hearing him call her that.

Totally confused about the mixed feelings she was having, Mireille plopped down onto a chair.

“So exhausted. What is up with me exactly?”

“I like this dress! Can I take it?!” Belinda ran out of the closet excitedly.

“Take it if you want it” Mireille’s voice was low.

“C’mon, don’t bother yourself over what I told you. You will eventually find out I am right, it might just take more time”

“Even if you are in any way right about me, Belinda. Nothing would work out because Dante would never let me be more to him. You don’t know him as much as I do” she mumbled, recalling the several girls whose hearts Dante had broken in highschool.

They were more than she could remember and Mireille was scared that she might just be one of those girls soon if she did not tame the butterflies in her tummy and the fluttering of her heart.

“I have to immediately stop whatever my heart is trying to do” she whispered to herself.