Novel Square
Mr. Brown
Few hours before Mireille woke up
Dante woke up first, fluttering his thick lashes open. He looked at the woman in his arms. Her head was resting on his chest and her hair was strewn all over her beautiful face.
“Oh Princess” Dante whispered the words, not wanting to wake her up yet.
It was still quite early in the morning.
Dante moved his arm that was on her waist a little bit and rubbed her ass, making her pur softly in her sleep.
“If there is anything I regret, it is the fact that I didn’t just give in to my want for you earlier” he whispered.
The previous night had been his best sex and for someone like him who had had plenty of sex, that meant a lot.
She was so freaking tight and so sweet. No, Mireille was not the first woman he was deflowering but she was the first woman who made him feel this way.
Gently pulling her hair off her face, Dante placed a soft kiss on her forehead and gently pulled her off his body.
Mireille mumbled and grumbled in her sleep as he did so but she did not wake up.
He got off the bed, still naked and walked into the bathroom.
He took a shower, recalling his moments with Mireille every second he spent under the warm water.
He left the bathroom with a towel tied around his waist. Mireille was still sleeping when he was out.
Dante chuckled softly.
“I guess I tired her out but I was quite gentle, wasn’t I?”
He walked out of the room, heading to the living room to get his phone. The phone was lying on the table when he got there, indicating that the maids had cleaned up already.
He picked the phone up and turned it on, finding that it now had a crack. Dante ignored the crack and saw that he had several more calls from James and Ditto.
There were messages from James too. Dante opened the messages.
‘What do you mean by she is busy?’
‘Hey! Pick the fucking call!’
‘Please man, please don’t touch Mireille’
‘Please pick up and let me hear Mireille’s voice.’
If only James knew that during the time he was sending these messages, the only way he could hear Mireille’s voice was when she was moaning his name.
‘You are scaring me, man. What exactly was Mireille busy doing?! Why are you not picking your calls and why is Mireille not picking hers too?!’
Was the last message James had sent.
Dante chuckled. He felt a bit guilty that he had actually broken the promise he made to James and to himself but the greater part of him did not care about any morals anymore.
He had done what he wanted and he had not forced Mireille into it. Mireille had wanted it as much as he had wanted it.
They were two consenting adults so what was there to feel guilty about?
As Dante decided to call Ditto back instead, his phone rang and it was James calling.
“Geez. Give your little sister a break, will you?” Dante groaned before picking up the call.
“Hey”
“Jesus! Dante, what the hell is going on over there?” James asked.
“Nothing much” Dante replied, shrugging his shoulders.
“What do you mean by nothing much? What happened with Mireille last night? Why did you tell me she was very busy and then you ended the call and didn’t pick up anymore? What happened, Dante? Don’t tell me you…”
“I did not” Dante lied and he heard James breathe out in relief.
“Princess brought over this friend of hers, Belinda and drank with her. She was throwing up when I was about to give the phone to her and then I could not pick up the call cause I had to put her to sleep and that was quite a work. She obviously could not pick up her calls too while she was asleep, right?”
“Oh… You should have called me back and make me feel at peace” James replied.
“You should not worry, James. You know very well that I would not let anything happen to Princess”
“Dante, I know very well that you would not let anything happen to her but I don’t know that well how much self control you have”
Definitely not a lot…..
“I don’t think with my cock, James”
“Alright, alright. Call me back when Mireille wakes up”
“Sure” Dante replied and ended the call.
“Sorry bro but I am not letting go of so much pleasure anytime soon”
His phone rang again and Dante almost hissed, thinking it was James again but it was Ditto this time around.Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.
He picked the call, knowing Ditto would only call this early if something was up.
“What is the matter?” His gaze hardened.
“We have a bit of trouble, boss. The media caught whiff of our last transaction” Ditto replied and Dante’s clenched his jaw.
“Our spy made me know that Mr. Brown, that troublesome journalist got something on us and he will be releasing to the net by 10am”
“Get rid of him. I have had enough of that bastard” Dante replied.
“Alright boss but I also heard from our man that Mark visited Mr. Brown a few days ago”
Dante groaned and rubbed the space between his brows. It was Mark yet again.
“Send me the address of Mr. Brown. I will be there myself”
“Yes boss”
Dante ended the call and headed back into his room. Mireille was still sleeping peacefully so Dante swiftly dressed up and returned to the room, not waking her up.
He glanced back at her before pushing a part of the wall. The wall opened up noiselessly and he picked a pistol from the guns lined in there before closing it up back.
He walked out of the main building and a black car was already waiting in front of the building, with a driver in the seat.
“Have one of the maids prepare a bath for Mireille” He said to one of the men.
“Yes, boss”
Dante slipped into the car.
“Move”
The car immediately started and the drive started. Dante reached for his pistol and tightened his grip on it.
He hoped to meet Mark at Brown’s home so he could drive a bullet into his legs.
Not his head. Not yet. He wasn’t going to give Mark the pleasure of a quick death like he had given his own father. His father had suffered no embarrassment, no humiliation, just a death from three bullets.
Mark was going to get worst than that.