The Bad Boy's Princess

Mireille looked away from her laptop at her ringing phone. She put away her glasses and picked the ringing phone.

A small smile appeared on her lips as she saw that it was her brother, James calling.

She picked the call, getting off the chair she had been seated on.

"Hello James, I think I am going to get a job soon. I have this feeling that I am going to get a great job very soon" she grinned over the phone without letting her brother speak.

"Mireille" her brother groaned and she stiffened, noticing that he seemed like he was in pains.

"What's wrong?" She questioned worriedly.

"You don't have to worry too much about me and I have told you several times not to worry about getting a job. I am rich enough to cater for you"

"You know I am not going to listen to you on the issue of not getting a job but what is wrong, James? Are you okay? You do not sound okay to me" she said.

"Listen to me, Mireille. I won't be able to come home in the next three months."

"What?? What's going on?" Mireille was even more worried now.

"I fell sick and I am currently in the hospital...." A sharp gasp followed and Mireille felt swears gathering on her forehead.

"Where are you right now? I will come over immediately"

"Don't worry about me, Mireille. I just wanted to inform you that I will not be around for the next three months while I receive my treatment. And also, Mireille, I can't let you stay home alone for three months...."

"Yes, so tell me where you are so I can come stay with you" Mireille cut him off.

"No. I will have my friend pick you up. You will stay with him for the next three months"

"Your friend? Which one of them? Do I know him?" Mireille questioned.

"Yes, you do and he should be on his way to pick you already. Pack up and be ready to leave with him"

"Which of your friends?" Mireille was adamant on knowing who exactly she was going to be staying with.

"Dante"

"Dante" Mireille mumbled the name. It sounded familiar yet she could not remember who it was exactly.

"I have to go now. Stay with him and take care of yourself"

"Are you sure you are okay?" Mireille asked again.

"I am fine and I will feel even better if you do as I say. Stay with Dante and don't trouble him"

"A-alright. Please take care of yourself, James"

The call was ended and Mireille sighed softly, dropping the phone to the bed in her room. 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 24 already 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, 5'5 woman 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 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.

Mireille stepped out of the car with Dante holding the door open. She looked at the glorious mansion, her eyes dilating in surprise.

Yes, she was used to seeing grand and beautiful mansions but this one was way grander and more beautiful than any other mansion she had ever seen.

"You should see the look on your face, princess" Dante snapped his fingers in front of her face, bringing Mireille back.

"Have you gotten richer than you were back then?" She asked him and Dante chuckled.

"Isn't that obvious? And would it not be weird if I did not get richer? James got richer too, didn't he?" Dante questioned as two men walked up to them.

"Welcome home, boss" they greeted and took the luggage from Dante.

"Leave"

The two men walked away immediately after Dante's words.

"Let's go in, princess"

Mireille rolled her eyes at his consistent use of the word she did not want to hear.

Dante walked into the house and Mireille walked in after him.

They got to the main living room and Mireille's jaw dropped. The place was utterly breath taking.

"Your place is really beautiful" Mireille said, unable to keep her fascination in check.

"A beautiful place is the only thing that fits a beautiful being like me" Dante replied and Mireille huffed noiselessly.

"Please show me to my room" she requested and Dante led the way.

They climbed up the stairs and walked down the passage for about thirty seconds before they stopped in front of a grand door.

Dante pushed it open.

"I still remember that your favourite colour is blue so I had the room fixed to your taste" he said, the both of them stepping into the room.

Mireille was awed by the beauty of the room but she kept quiet this time around, not wanting to give Dante another chance to boast about how beautiful and perfect he was.

"Here you are. I will be around. Call me if you need anything.... Anything at all" Dante whispered the last three words and Mireille felt her cheeks heat up slightly. He probably did not mean anything but she was reading more meaning into those last three words.

"I think I will be fine and won't be needing anything... Anything at all" she replied and Dante's lips curled up in a smirk.

He backed away and walked out of the room. Mireille released the breath she had not even realized that she had been holding.

She sat on the edge of the bed and did not have time to even think of anything before her phone rang.

She groaned and checked the screen to find out it was her best friend calling.

She picked the call and laid back on the bed.

"Hey Belinda"

"Hey! You haven't called me all day" Belinda said in a loud voice over the phone.

"I have had a pretty crazy day."

"Really? I am on my way to your home, are you in?" Belinda asked.

"No, I am not. James had something to deal with and he asked me to stay with his friend"

"For how many days?" Belinda asked.

"For three months" Mireille replied with a small grumble.

"Oh my! That's a long period of time. Who is the friend you are staying with? A woman?"

"No, a man"

Belinda fell silent for a few seconds.

"Is he hot?" She questioned and Mireille shook her head.

Belinda was obsessed with hot, sexy men. She could go crazy over any man who fit into her description of hot.

"I...." Mireille pressed her lips into a thin line. It felt weird for her to admit to someone else that her annoying brother's friend was damn hot.

"Is he ugly?" Belinda questioned.

"He is hot, very hot" Mireille replied.

"Oh my! Do I know him?"

"I don't know if you might know him. He is Dante Romano"

"Dante?!! What girl in this city doesn't know freaking Dante?!! Oh girl! You are staying with the dream man of thousands of girls" Belinda literally screamed into the phone.

"Hey! He is not that great"

"You know nothing, Mireille. He is great! And you are so lucky to stay with him. Forget about your boyfriend and go for Dante, if you can"

Mireille sat up with a pissed off look on her face.

"You know I will never leave Charles for anyone and definitely not a fuck boy like Dante. If you know him well, you must know that he uses women. There is no way I will leave Charles for him"

"So you do not want him at all?" Belinda asked.

"I do not want him at all" Mireille replied.

"Are you sure that you won't fall for him within these three months?" Belinda asked and Mireille strangely found it difficult to answer that question.

"I.... I won't"

"Alright then. Maybe I can come visiting you there sometime and see Dante" Belinda giggled softly.

"Yeah, I am sure the only reason you'd be coming to visit me will be to see Dante" Mireille chuckled.

"You bet" Belinda giggled.

"It will be Charles birthday tomorrow. I am thinking of..." Mireille squeezed her dress with her free hand.

"I am thinking of finally giving in to him. I want him to be my first tomorrow" Mireille completed her words.

"Oh my! Finally. You should know what sex feels like, already but still, are you sure that Charles is the one for you? I have never really liked him."

Mireille frowned.

"He is definitely the one for me. We have been dating for three years now"

"Three years but I see no chemistry between the both of you. You guys look like random friends, there is no romance between the both of you"

"There is. You just don't like Charles for a reason I don't know"

"Fine! Fine!" Belinda gave in.

"Do what you want with your body but think it over well enough"

"I have thought about it well enough" Mireille insisted.

"Alright. I will call you later" Belinda said and ended the call.

Mireille picked a pillow from the bed and cuddled it, thinking about the words of Belinda.

There was no romance between her and Charles??

Truly, a lot of times, people guessed that she and Charles were just friends but she did love Charles and Charles loved her too, right?

Maybe the attraction to each other wasn't too strong but they loved each other and that was enough, wasn't it?