Virgin Desires Forced Possession by a Sexy Mafia Boss
Trust

Dante gently pulled Mireille off him, dropping her to the couch. She grumbled his name sleepily and Dante smiled softly.

“Thinking about me even in your dreams.” He whispered before picking the blanket and covering her up.

Mireille had fallen into a deep sleep while the TV was still on, leaving Dante to watch the movie alone. The movie had been about a jerk who cheated on his woman with her very best friend.

Dante bent over, planting a kiss to her forehead before grabbing his phone and walking away.

Thinking about it better now, Dante realised today was not the perfect day to recover the heirloom. It was a Sunday which meant Mark’s office wasn’t open and breaking in without planning would be attracting way too much media troubles. And Mark would not be at the office too which meant he would have to go to Mark’s house, get Mark and drag him back to that office.

Way too much trouble.

It would be better to just push it to the next day which was Monday when Mark would be in his office.

Getting far enough from Mireille, Dante dialed Ditto’s contact and Ditto picked up on the first ring.

“Hello boss.”

“Tell the men the mission for tonight is postponed to tomorrow’s night. That would make things easier for us.”

“Yes boss.”

“Belinda?” He asked.

“She is with me right now, boss. With your permission, she will be with me until we are sure Jonas said the truth.”

“Do that.”

“Yes boss.”

Dante ended the call and when he turned back, it was to replace Mireille staring at him with a sad and devastated look on her face.

“Princess.” Dante called softly, trying to sound as casual as possible and hoping badly that Mireille hadn’t heard anything she wasn’t supposed to hear. He hadn’t said too much, he was sure.

“Dante.” Mireille called, her eyes quickly becoming teary.

“You jerk!” She yelled at him and turned to leave but Dante immediately went after her, grabbing her arm and making her stop.

“Let go of me!” She yelled at him.

“Princess, what did I do wrong?” Dante inquired.

“What did you do wrong?!” Mireille yelled at him, still struggling to get out of his grip.

“You cheat! I should not have trusted you!” She cried out and Dante’s brows furrowed in confusion.

“Cheat??”

“You are dating Belinda, aren’t you?! Dating my best friend! Your so called fiancee’s best friend!” She yelled.

“How can you even think that way?!” Dante questioned loudly, making Mireille go silent for a second.

“I… Don’t try denying it. I heard you say her name over the phone. I heard you, Dante.” tears slid down her cheeks.

“Hey Princess” Dante called soothingly, grabbing her shoulders.

“I didn’t cheat. Stop crying, Princess. I hate seeing your tears. I didn’t cheat. I would never cheat on you. Trust me” he added.

“First….” Mireille drew in a shaky breath.

“I saw her anklet here when she claimed she never came here and now I heard you call her. How did you get her contact, Dante? How can you and Belinda do this….”

Taking one hand off Mireille’s shoulder, Dante went to his call log and showed the last called to Mireille.

“Hey! I wasn’t calling Belinda. I was calling Ditto. I have no fucking business with your friend. It’s only you, baby. Just you and no one else, Princess” he was desperate to make her believe him.

“Then why were you mentioning her name?” Mireille asked and at that point, Dante knew he could not tell her the entire truth.

“I only mentioned her name because Ditto is getting involved with her. They are getting close somehow and Ditto told me he’d be with her tonight so I merely just asked about her. You are the only woman I love, Mireille”

Mireille wiped her tears with the back of her hands and looked back at Dante whose eyes were urging her to believe him.

“Fine. I’d call Ditto so you can know that Belinda is with him”

Dante called Ditto on facetime and Ditto picked up instantly.

“Boss”

Dante pulled Mireille to see his side so she could look into the phone screen as well.

“Belinda is there too, right? Mireille wants to see her face”

“Oh, yes boss” Ditto replied and called out to Belinda.

A few seconds later and Belinda’s face showed up.

“Hey, Mireille” Belinda waved with a big smile and Mireille lowered her gaze.

Dante ended the call without another word and looked at Mireille who could no longer raise her face to look up at him.

“I know I have been a playboy in the past. I know I have slept with different women in the past but can you please believe me, Mireille? I will never, ever cheat on a woman I love. Trust me, Mireille. Even if it’s a little bit” He groaned and walked away, honestly pissed off.

Mireille could have thought of any other thing but the only thing she thought of after hearing him call her best friend’s name on a call was that he was cheating on her. It pissed Dante off. It wasn’t the first time she was guessing he was cheating and Dante was mad at himself too that he had not succeeded in showing her how much he loved her and how much he would never choose another lady over her.

*

Mireille pushed the door of their room open slowly and stepped in, shutting the door behind her. The lights were out but the bedside lamp was on.

Dante was seated before the desk and as the door shut, he looked back and glanced at her. But a glance was all it was before he looked away.

Mireille sighed softly and bit down on her lips. She was supposed to trust him and yes, she trusted him but the movie about a man cheating on his woman with her best friend which she had watched before falling asleep had totally toyed with her thinking.

How could she even have thought that Dante or even Belinda would do such a thing to her?

“Dante.” she called softly, her feet dragging on the floor.

“I am sorry.” she apologized but got no reaction from Dante.

“Dante.” she called his name again, moving closer to him.

“I am really sorry. It has to be the movie we watched. I was stupid, very stupid to think that you would cheat on me. Sometimes, I just….” Her eyes filled up again, it was killing her that Dante was just seated there, not reacting to her words of apology.

“I just think that you are too good for me. You have everything, Dante and I barely have anything to offer. I can’t… I can’t just help but think that there are other women out there more beautiful, richer and just way better that you could easily get. I am sorry, Dante.”