A Crossdresser

A few more couples had joined on the dance floor when Mireille returned to the wedding hall. Her heart was hurting badly and Mireille wondered why.

She was not expecting loyalty from him, right? All she wanted was just to have a taste of him too so why did Samantha’s words hurt her and the fact that Dante had left her at a table to meet another woman?

“That is not what a gentleman should do! I… I don’t care about whatever he does with his body but he could at least have had a little bit of respect for me but… But I guess he lost all respects for me the moment he knew I was like the other women who wanted him badly”

“Hey pretty” a man walked up to Mireille.

“Would you like to have a dance with me?”

Mireille scanned the man. He seemed to be in his mid forties and was neatly dressed. Fueled by the rage that Dante had gone off with a woman, Mireille decided to at least have a chat with this man too.

“Sure” she replied. The man was about to stretch his hand out to her when another man grabbed his hand.

“Are you out of your senses? Dante Romano brought her here” the newly arrived man said to the man.

“Really? Dante?” The man shrieked and both men walked away.

“That is how powerful Dante is” Samantha walked up to Mireille and Mireille resisted the urge to roll her eyes.

“No man in here would dare to touch, speak or dance with a woman Dante brought to a party. It’s the first time he’s bringing a woman to a party though but everyone knows to stay away from things associated with Dante”

“I am not a thing, Miss. Samantha and I am not Dante’s property.” Mireille gave a fake smile to Samantha before walking away.

Ten minutes more in the hall proved Samantha to be right. No one approached Mireille and the only proof that she was not invincible was the constant glances and stares they threw at her while whispering words to each other.

Frustrated by all of it, Mireille decided to step out of the hall to get some fresh air. She was already starting to regret her coming here.

With her grip tightening on her purse, she walked to the doors and was almost out when she heard his voice call her name.

“Mireille”

Mireille stopped in her tracks and let out a low scoff that hid her pains. He could not even call her Princess but chose to call her by her name instead.

Her gaze hardened and she walked out of the doors without glancing back at Dante. She continued walking until she found a small peaceful garden. There was no one there and Mireille was glad to be alone, except that she wasn’t alone.

“Princess!” Dante called and grabbed her by the arm, making her look at him.

“What’s wrong? I have been calling you and you clearly heard me but chose to walk away”

Mireille rolled her eyes at him.

“Mireille? Is that what you call me? Why did you call me that all the way here?” Mireille asked and Dante’s face eased.

“Is that what this is about? I thought you never liked me calling you Princess. Turns out you like that a whole lot”

“Let go of me” Mireille struggled in his grip defiantly and his face lost its ease.

“Did someone tell you something? Who talked to you?” Dante asked.

“I said let go of me, Dante!” She hit his chest but Dante did not let go.

“You are hurting me!” She cried out and almost immediately, Dante let go of her arm.

“Principessa” he called, staring at her face closely.

“What happened while I was away?” He asked.

“Why don’t you leave me be and go back to the lady you were having fun with earlier?” Mireille asked and confusion clouded Dante’s face.

“What lady?” He asked and Mireille huffed.

“You do not have to deny it, Dante. I have no expectations of you whatsoever. I know you can’t keep yourself to one woman even for the little amount of time I will be….”

“What lady are you fucking talking about?” Dante cut her off, his voice slightly raised.

“The lady you stepped out of the room with across the small door!” She yelled at him and Dante stared at her for a few seconds before chuckling.

“Oh… Oh, this is funny? Yes, it is”

“You mean you saw me step out of the room with Ronald?” Dante asked.

“Ronald” Mireille whispered the name and Dante let out a puff of oxygen.

“Ronald is getting so freaking good at his cross dressing thingy”

“A cross dresser? That was not a woman?” Mireille asked and Dante shook his head.

“You are unbelievable, Princess. I wasn’t even standing close to Ronald and even if it was a woman, did you find me kissing or fucking?” Dante asked and grabbed her wrist, pulling her close to him.

“You don’t trust me a single bit, do you? You see me with a woman who isn’t even a woman in this case and you conclude I have something going on.” He whispered to her.

“I am a man of my words, Princess. I told you for as long as we are fucking, for as long as this body…” He rested her hand on her waist and let his fingers trail her body fondly.

“Belongs to me only, my body will be for you only. Your body will belong to me right until James comes back and my body will also belong to you until then”

Mireille bit down on her lips, blaming herself and blaming Samantha even more. Samantha’s words had altered her reasoning already so when she saw the sight, she had not even bothered thinking twice.

“I… I was wrong” she whispered and Dante stared deeply into her hazel eyes. He hoped that all this fuss was her being possessive of his body and not her being jealous.

Jealousy would mean she was starting to fall for him and Dante could not have that happening.

“So I heard you said yes to dancing with another man” Dante leaned even closer, making Mireille’s breath hitch.

He leaned in to her right ear and let his tongue lick her earlobe.

“You are getting punished tonight for saying yes to another man. Your body belongs to me only”

Mireille shivered in his grip.

“What do you say?”

“As you wish, Master”