Chapter 2 Dante Romano

Dante was her brother's best friend in highschool and Mireille had found him absolutely annoying. Yes, he was handsome, hot, sexy 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 fuck 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.

Mireille tried to remember if there were moments he was warm to other girls but she could not remember because moments like that did not exist. The only time Dante ever smiled 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"

Damn! 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.... Sexy.

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 tits 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 cock in her mouth.

"Damn you Dante! 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.

"What the heck? Were you planning to kill me?!"

"Since when did James start letting you have boyfriends?" He questioned, turning to face her, his expression stony.

"I am more than old enough. I am not a high school girl anymore" Mireille reminded him and Dante slowly looked away.

That was right. She was no longer little and he certainly was not expecting her to have never dated at 24, right?

Of course she would have dated a few times but still, for some reason he could not lay his hands on, the fact that the sexy lady in his car had a partner did not sit well with him.