Chapter 4 A Promise With A Hard On

Mireille stepped into the living room after spending the entire evening in the room.

Dante was standing at the other side of the living room with a man dressed in suit standing in front of him.

The other man seemed to be cowering in respect for Dante.

"Has he signed the contract?" Dante questioned.

"Yes boss"

"Good. Let them go now"

"Yes boss. I will inform the guys to release them"

"You may leave" Dante dismissed the man and turned to face Mireille.

The stern look that had been on his face just a few seconds suddenly vanished and his facials relaxed.

"What do you need, princess?" He asked her, his grey eyes staring intently at her.

"You do not intend on starving me, right?" Mireille asked and Dante chuckled softly.

"I don't usually have dinner early but it should be ready in a couple of minutes. I will have them prepare dinners early from now on"

"You still prioritise food a lot" he added and Mireille sat down on one of the luxurious sofa.

"Stop acting like you know everything about me. It's been seven years" she said.

"I sure do not know everything about you anymore.... Like you getting a boyfriend" Dante replied. He still could not get it off his mind that she now had a man in her life.

"And there is a lot more you do not know" Mireille said and threw her right leg over the left one.

The movement had her gown sliding upwards and revealing her thighs.

Dante's eyes immediately trailed the movement as he took a seat opposite her. His eyes remained on the exposed flesh.

Mireille noticed Dante's stare and quickly pulled the dress to cover up her thighs.

"Stop looking, will you?"

Dante smirked and looked at her face.

"Other women would do anything to have me staring at them"

"I am not 'other women'. I know how ugly you truly are" Mireille retorted.

"Ugly? We both know that word is not for me"

"I can't see even a little bit of beauty in you" Mireille continued.

"Maybe you would see a little bit of beauty if I get all these clothings off me? A lot of women see more beauty in me when I am naked"

Mireille gulped down and her cheeks flushed red.

Dante unbuttoned the first two buttons of his shirt.

"What are you doing?"

"Letting you see my beauty?"

Mireille shot up from her seat.

"I guess I will just go back to my room. You are still as much of a flirt as you always were"

"Old habits die hard, Princess"

Dante stood up from the chair too and walked over to her, taking three long strides.

"Sit back down" his hand touched her exposed hands and Mireille could swear she felt a streak of hotness in between her legs at their body contact.

He pushed her gently to the sofa and Mireille subconsciously pressed her thighs together to suppress whatever had just happened in between her legs.

"I will get you ice cream"

He walked away and Mireille breathed out heavily, wondering what she had just felt in between her legs. She did not know exactly what it was but she was sure she had never felt it with anyone before, not even with Charles, her boyfriend.

Dante returned to the room about two minutes later and handed a cup of ice cream to Mireille.

"Vanilla.... I suppose that is still your favourite"

"Yes"

Dante returned to his seat opposite her and Mireille began taking the ice cream.

She used the spoon a few times before sticking out her tongue and licking the ice cream right from its cup.

Dante let out a hot breath as his imagination ran wild. How good would it feel to have her tongue licking his cum instead of ice cream.

Mireille licked again and Dante could not help but groan. Mireille looked up at him, wondering why he had groaned but seeing the ice cream smeared on her lips drove Dante crazy.

He did not want to see her lips smeared with ice cream, he wanted to see those full lips smeared with his cum.

"Fuck me" he cursed roughly as his dick twitched.

"What?" Mireille asked, not hearing what he said.

The innocent look on her face only made Dante feel hotter.

He got up from the chair, slipping his hands into his pocket and instantly turning away from Mireille to prevent her from seeing the outcome of her innocent actions.

"Just have your ice cream. I have a few things to deal with in my room" he replied and walked away, leaving Mireille with a small pout on her lips, wondering what was up with him.

Dante shut the door of his room behind him and groaned out loud.

Perhaps he had forgotten the fact that Mireille was no longer a girl and was now a woman and he was also no longer a boy, but a man.

Things could really happen while they lived together for three months.

"No" he muttered.

He was sure Mireille would stop whatever might want to happen since she had a boyfriend. He knew the type of person Mireille was and he knew she was the type of person who would never cheat.

His phone on his desk rang and Dante walked over to the desk and picked up the phone. It was James calling.

"Hey" Dante sat on the chair before the desk, picking the call.

"Hello Dante. She is with you now, right?" James asked.

"Yes, she is and you do not have to worry. You know she is safe with me"

"Thank you so much, man"

"It's nothing. I have always adored my princess"

James chuckled softly.

"Just make sure that adoration never surpasses what it always was. I know you can't keep your flirting skills to yourself whenever you are around women, but don't go serious with Mireille"

"Do not have anything to do with her, Dante. Don't touch her. Don't fuck with her and don't fuck her. Promise me that though you might flirt with her, you won't touch her"

Dante looked down at the bulge his half erect cock had created in his trousers. He took in a rough breath.

"Dante, promise me" James requested.

"Fine, I promise"

"A real man never...."

"Never breaks his promise" Dante completed Jame's words.

"Be a real man, Dante"