His Request

James paced his room angrily, filled with rage.

“I have tried! I have tried hard to protect your daughter, mum! But she is unwilling to be protected!” He raged.

“Now that Dante knows that she is still pregnant with his child, he will never let go of her and Mireille doesn’t even want to leave him too! And trying to take Mireille away forcefully just won’t work cause Dante is much more powerful and he would find her in no time if he wanted to!”

James yelled and punched at his wall. All of his efforts had been in vain. The two had been away for three months but had reunited like they had only been away for few days or a week.

“Should I really just respect Mireille’s decision?” He groaned and punched at the wall again.

Maybe he indeed should do that but he felt it would be him leaving her to sink deeper in danger. But what else could he do other than watch that happen?

“Maybe… Just maybe if I stay away from Mireille long enough, she would know that I am being serious and she would come back to me. After all, I am her family and not Dante. It is easy for her to easily say she will stick with Dante because she thinks I will always come back to her anyways. I just have to show her that I am being serious this time around and she will come back and leave Dante. She will find a better man and fall for that man. Mireille only deserves innocent love and an healthy relationship. Nothing less. This is exactly what I am going to do. I am going to ghost her for a long time.”

*

“When will you guys be saying the vows? Or are you guys taking things slow?” Annette asked over the phone and Mireille pursed her lips and glanced at Dante.

She was lying on Dante’s lap while Dante punched into his phone, clearly busy.

“I don’t know yet but we would talk things out. If anything is going to come up soon, I will definitely let you know.”

“Alright then. I also wanted to tell you that I got a promotion! I always knew that Mr. Anderson was the one blocking my promotion.” Annette said.

“Oh my! Congratulations, Annette.”

“Thank you, thank you, Mireille. I hope you are having a nice time over there.”

“Yes I am.” Mireille smiled.

“I’ve got to go now. Byeee. Might chat you later.” Annette ended the call and Mireille dropped her phone.

She looked at Dante was was still busy with whatever he was doing on his phone.

“Hey!” She called out to him.

“Yes, Princess?” His eyes didn’t leave his phone screen.

“What have you been doing?” Mireille grumbled, raising her head from his laps.

“Nothing really.” Dante mumbled.

“Nothing really?? You’ve been on your phone for minutes now over nothing??” Mireille asked with a deep frown and moved away from him.

“Hey, Princess.” Dante finally looked away from his phone and moved closer to her but Mireille immediately moved further away.

“Please stay back and continue with your loving phone.”

“C’mon, I was just trying to shortlist these dresses and venues for you so you can pick from.”

“What dresses and venues?” Mireille asked with brows furrowed.

“Your wedding dress and the venue of our weddings, of course.” Dante replied.

“You are already planning our wedding?” Mireille asked.

“Why waste more time? Different things have happened, making us have to suspend our wedding but everything is good now, right? So let’s get married. Let’s make you mine and I, yours and I already told you back at Iceland that I was planning our wedding already, right?” he asked.

“That’s right.” Mireille affirmed, recalling that they had almost had a conversation about this but things had taken a steamy turn and they had just ignored the conversation.

“Dante!” Mireille squealed in excitement and jumped onto his laps.

“Can I see the dresses you shortlisted?” She asked and Dante handed her the phone.

“They are all so pretty. When should the date of our wedding be though? Should we have it in a month’s time?” Mireille asked.

“In a month’s time sounds perfect. We would have enough time to set up the perfect wedding and it’s not too far too.”

“Which dress would you like?” Dante asked.

“I don’t even know, Dante. They are all too beautiful.” She cooed.

“Only beautiful things suit a Princess.” Dante replied.

“I think I really love the lengthy ones, I have always dreamed of having a wedding with a really lengthy dress.” Mireille replied.

“Perfect choice. We’ll see to that soon. Should we pick a classy hall as a venue? Or an outdoor wedding is what you want?”

“I really don’t know. Why don’t you choose?” Mireille threw the question back at him.

“A classy hall definitely.” Dante replied.

“We will go for that then. But who is going to be your best man?” Mireille asked.

“You have no friends.”

“I have friends, Princess. There’s Bryan. What about you? Your bridesmaids?” Dante replied.

“Belinda and Annette would definitely be my bridesmaids. I will check with Annette to be sure she would be able to make it though.”

“We might just scratch the best man and bridesmaids out, though”

“Let’s pick an exact date soon so that we will be able to send out invites as soon as possible” Mireille added.

“As my Princess wishes.”

“Would you like for the hall to have that natural feel?” Dante asked.

“Yes, that would be beautiful. Who would be there as your family?” Mireille asked.

“Auntie Martha would definitely be there to watch me get married. It’s formality.” Dante replied.

“I also want a family to be there for me. I always hoped that James would walk me down the aisle but seems like that would not happen anytime soon.” Mireille replied with a shrug.

Dante reached his hand out and clasped it with hers.

“James is going to be over this in a month. It is not your fault anyways. There’s no way he would be away from you for a month so be rest assured that James is going to walk you down the aisle to me.”

“I hope so but seriously, I can already picture that day. I am so excited, Dante! And our baby is too!”

“The day I get married to you would be the happiest day of my life.” Dante raised her hand to his lips and kissed the back of her palm.

“Wish we could get married the same way I proposed to you though.” Dante remarked and Mireille’s cheeks reddened, recalling the way he had proposed to her.

“It would be so perfect to see you say ‘I do’ with while you are yet to be over your orgasm.”

“Dante!” She smacked his chest as his other arm wrapped around her waist, holding her close.

“Alright. Alright.” Mireille whispered and leaned in close to his right ear.

“Why don’t we play that out then?” She whispered huskily.

“I swear you are the naughty one, Princess.” Dante groaned as Mireille grinded into him.

“Our wedding night? What do you say?”

“What do you think I’d say.” Dante bent his head and kissed her neck.

“I think Master would say yes to this request of mine.”

“Oh, you fucking bet I will.”