Virgin Desires Forced Possession by a Sexy Mafia Boss
How Could He Not Love Her?

That evening.

Mireille was unable to stop thinking about the words of Dante all day, throughout work. Resuming work after working from home for a few days, Dante had quite a lot to deal with and Mireille had been equally busy.

“It’s time” Mireille whispered, getting up from her seat and pulling the hair band off her hair and letting it back down her shoulders.

She was done for the day and she was glad she had done a whole lot today.

‘Women who fall in love with me get their hearts broken’ the words repeated in her head as she picked up her purse.

Mireille chewed on her lips for a couple of seconds before heading out of her office. If only it was easy to unlove someone she found herself loving so deeply already.

She headed towards Dante’s office and was about to knock when the door opened and Dante stepped out.

“Ready to leave?” Dante asked.

“Yes, Mr. Romano” she replied, forcing out a polite smile like she had been doing all day.

“I have somewhere to be before I go home, though so I will have someone take you home, Princess” Dante walked forward and Mireille stared at his figure walking away.

His actions made it seem like he was in love with her just as much as she was but his words totally contradicted that. Why would he treat her like no man had ever treated her if he did not love her?

“Princess?” Dante stopped in his tracks, noticing that Mireille wasn’t following after him.

“Oh, right behind you” Mireille replied and walked forward to catch up with Dante.

“Dante” Mireille called out to him as soon as they both stepped into the elevator.

“Yes?”

“Can I ask a question?” Mireille asked.

“You know you can” Dante replied.

“Have you ever fallen in love with someone? Maybe in the past, even?” Mireille asked and Dante groaned inwardly, turning to face her fully.

“Really?” He groaned and pressed her to the wall.

“These are the only type of questions my Princess seeks to ask me throughout today?” Dante asked, his fingers caressing her cheek gently in contrast to his intense stare at her.

“I… I am just curious” Mireille mumbled a response.

“Fine. I will satisfy your curiosity once and for all, Principessa” he looked deeply into her eyes that seemed to be urging him to tell her the truth about how much he loved her.

“I, Dante Romano have never ever fallen in love…” His gaze dropped to her lips as he could no longer stand looking into her eyes.

“And I will never fall in love so those who love themselves and don’t want their hearts broken ensure they don’t love me”

Mireille felt her heart shattering even more and her eyes tearing up.

“You don’t feel a thing for anyone?” She asked and Dante groaned. Her asking him over and over again made him want to spill the truth to her and he badly needed her to stop asking before he would scream out the words she obviously wanted to hear from him.

“I do not feel a thing for anyone, Princess. I already told you that you are the closest woman to my heart and since I am not even in love with the woman closest to my heart, how would I feel a thing for any other person?” He questioned and Mireille looked away from his cold face.

“Alright. My… My curiosity is satisfied now. Thank you”

Dante looked at her face and the hurt on her face was so obvious. He pulled away from her and pretended not to notice the hurt on her face.

Mireille faced the elevator wall, her fists clenching and her breath turning shaky as realisation dawned on her. Her love story has ended before it even started. Dante was not in love with her! She was in a one sided love with a man whom she had known to not fall in love with any woman right from time.

How could she have thought that things were going to be different because she was the one involved? Maybe it was because he was warmer towards her? Or maybe it was because of the smiles he never gave anyone else but her? Or maybe it was the way he made her feel like she was the best he had ever encountered. Or maybe it was all of these combined that made her think for a second that Dante Romano could actually have feelings for her.

She felt tears gathering in her eyes but Mireille held back the tears, clenching her jaw to keep the tears in check.

The elevator stopped and Dante stepped out. Mireille quickly adjusted herself and stepped out after him. The duo walked out of the magnificent building and Dante’s men immediately opened up the car door as soon as they saw him approaching.

Mireille got into the car and Dante got in after her. The door was shut and a glance at the driver was enough signal for the driver to step out of the car.

Mireille said nothing, her heart aching way too much than for her to say anything to Dante. Dante pulled her close as soon as the car door of the driver’s seat shut.

He pulled her into a breathtaking kiss, sucking her lips into his mouth like he wanted to suck all of her pains away. He could do anything and everything to make Mireille feel happy but not this time, her could not tell her the words she wanted to hear or start the relationship she wanted from him.

Mireille kissed him back, her arms quickly wrapping around him as Dante deepened the hard kiss. Mireille held onto him tightly as if never wanting to let go of him but she also knew he was not hers and based on his words earlier, he would never be hers.

Yet, she wanted nothing more than to hold this man who would never be hers, tightly to herself. Her heart ached badly as she kissed him with all that she had in her, her tongue lashing against his.

Mireille could now understand why Belinda had told her she was never in love with Charles. She had never felt these surging emotions with Charles. It had taken her twenty four years to replace someone she truly loved and something told Mireille she would never replace someone else she would love as much as she now loved Dante Romano.

A tear slid down Mireille’s cheeks and her lips quivered against his lips. How could he not love her?