Her Body Desires

Dante stepped out of the car with a face, almost expressionless.

“What do I owe this sudden visit to?” Bryan asked as Dante walked towards him.

Bryan was standing in front of his mansion with a small smile on his face.

“Get inside and get me some good drinks” Dante said to Bryan as the both of them walked into the main building.

“I am sure you are not here to drink. You have enough good drinks in your home. You won’t come here just to drink” Bryan said as they got to the living room.

Dante settled down into one of the luxurious sofa in the living room.

“Let me guess… You are stressed out by something” Bryan sat opposite him.

“I am but…”

“But you won’t talk about it just like you always do”

Dante chuckled, his bland expression finally softening into a soft look.

“It’s Sunday and you should be having fun, right?” Bryan asked.

“Quite right” Dante replied.

Bryan was also one of his highschool friends just like James was. The three of them still stuck together but Dante was closer to James than he was to Bryan.

“You definitely don’t have women issues, do you?” Bryan asked and laughed at his own words the next second.

“Of course you can’t have women issues. You have never had one”

Dante figured that Bryan was right. He never cared about a woman being by his side. He only cared about having a woman he could fuck and women he could fuck were easily available.

His looks and money made that easily available for him but this time around, he was really having women issues.

‘Shut the fuck up, Dante. Mireille should not be a woman to you’ he shut himself up.

“You seem pretty concerned” Bryan noted out and Dante quickly masked up.

“Just a tiny little issue that I am going to take care of soon”

“I do trust you to take care of it. You have always been taking care of things perfectly well” Bryan replied and Dante leaned back into the sofa.

He was here so he could take a few hours break from the intoxicating presence of Mireille and control his thoughts.

*

“What the hell do you mean by that?” Mireille asked, shooting Belinda a weird look.

Belinda reached for the door handle and pushed the door open, walking into the room and Mireille walked right after her.

“Wow, your room looks magnificent just like every other part of this freaking mansion. And it’s a blue theme just like you have always wanted your room to be”

“That jerk knows my best colour so he made my room this way”

Belinda gasped, almost dramatically and stopped walking to stare at Mireille.

“He even knows your best colour?!”

“Don’t make it seem like it’s something over the top” Mireille mumbled and Belinda shook her head before grabbing Mireille by the shoulder and sitting her down on the sofa.

Belinda sat down next to her and took Mireille’s hands in hers.

“Do you think I look beautiful or not?” She asked and Mireille arched her brows.

“Of course you look beautiful”

“And do I look sexy?” Belinda asked

“You know you do” Mireille groaned, not understanding where the weird questions were supposed to be leading to.

“Now, I look beautiful and sexy but Dante Romano did not even spare me a glance! His eyes were on you for the short moments he spent with us and did you hear the way he called you princess??” Belinda asked.

“He has been calling me princess for so long, Belinda”

“And does he call any other lady Princess?” Belinda questioned and Mireille hesitated a bit, thinking.

“I have never heard him call another lady princess” she replied after the fee seconds of thinking.

“Exactly! He finds you special and that is why he calls you a princess! Listen to me, Mireille. No man would call a woman his princess if he does not want that woman”

Mireille let out a nervous chuckle and tucked her hair behind her ears.

“Dante has been calling me that since I have met him when we were in highschool and trust me when I tell you that nickname…”

“More like pet name” Belinda cut in and Mireille passed her a sharp glare before continuing her words.

“Trust me when I tell you that nickname was because he wanted to annoy me. The very first day he set his eyes on me, he just came up with ‘princess’ and knowing that I hate it is what made him even more consistent with it”

Belinda shook her head, not wanting to believe the supposed naivety of her friend.

“I have always told you that you and Charles have no chemistry, right?” Belinda asked.

“Don’t talk about that jerk who dumped me after we dated for so long.”

“And I am the one telling you now, Mireille that there is chemistry between you and Dante”

Mireille felt her cheeks heat up with Belinda’s words.

“I don’t… I don’t know what you’re talking about, Belinda.” She stuttered.

“You know it, Mireille but you are trying to deny it” Belinda replied and made Mireille look at her.

“You and Dante have undeniable chemistry and I now understand why you were vulnerable with him when you were drunk and let him touch you. Do you remember that you broke a bottle on the head of a guy who tried to touch you while you were drunk? But not Dante, you let him touch you, Mireille and you admitted it to me that you liked it, didn’t you?” Belinda asked and Mireille felt her heart pounding.

“I… I don’t know” were the only words she could eventually stutter.

“I think what is happening now is because of James. He has always been too strict with you, so much that you can now barely understand your own desires, not to talk of going after them. He has truly succeeded in making you the nice, innocent girl he wanted to make you”

Belinda deliberately chose her words, knowing those words would trigger Mireille into action at anytime.

“He has not succeeded! And I know what I want. I know my desires!” Mireille shot back.

“And what are your desires?! Tell me who you want!” Belinda demanded with the same ferocity in her voice.

“Dante!!” Mireille gasped and covered her mouth with her palms as soon as she said those words.

“If you know it, fucking go after it, Mireille!”

“But… But I don’t love him and you don’t know Dante as much as I do. He does not love me too”

“Mireille” Belinda called her name softly.

“This is the 21st century, you do not have to love a person to desire the person. Go for what you desire in that person. You want just his body? Go for it and if you turn out to want his heart too on the long run? Go for it, Mireille.”

“But this can not be just about me, Bel. Dante told me this morning that what happened last night would not happen again…”

“What happened last night?” Belinda cut her off, her eyes glimmering.

“What happened last night?” She asked again and Mireille turned away from her presence shyly.

“He… We…”

“You have to tell me what happened”

Mireille took in a deep breath.

“I was touching myself last night and Dante barged in and he ended up helping me relieve myself by touching me himself” Mireille rushed her words and a bright look appeared on Mireille’s face.

“First, when did you start touching yourself? And you let him help you while you were absolutely not drunk?” Belinda giggled endlessly and cupped Mireille’s blushing face in her hands.

“You have to go after him, Mireille. You want him, as a man and not just as your brother’s friend. And if you shy away from it, I will be concluding that it is because of James, you are scared of breaking the several limits he has drawn for you”

Mireille slowly shook her head.

“He is your brother’s friend, he doesn’t love you or whatever. I want you to do away with those thoughts. For the very first time in your life, Mireille, I want you to let your desires lead and not some goddamned rules. Tell me you can do it, Mireille”

Mireille’s lips parted to speak but she could not find the words to say.

“Tell me” Belinda pushed and Mireille got up from the sofa.

“Fine! I will try! I will try my best to go after the very first man my body desires”

Belinda smiled, satisfied. She knew that there was something between Mireille and Dante, a fire that was waiting to burn bright and Belinda was willing to be the one to to make that fire burn like it was supposed to.

“Just a minute” Mireille walked off into her closet.

“You and Dante… I will make sure I let you both figure out the feelings hiding underneath those looks.”