"I have sent some mails to you, boss" Ditto said to Dante as the both of them walked towards the main building of the mansion.
"The first two batches have been shipped but the third one will be shipped in two days, boss" Ditto added.
"I don't want any issues with it and run the monthly check through the men. I can't have petty thieves or spies"
"I will do as you say, boss" Ditto replied and the two men walked into the living room.
Dante stopped in his tracks and Ditto stopped too.
"Princess" his voice was deep and thick and with a tinge of something Ditto had never heard his boss speak with.
Ditto remained on his spot, expecting his boss to tell the beautiful lady on the sofa away so they could continue their talk.
"You are back, Dante" Mireille mumbled. She had not expected that another man would be coming in with Dante and she most certainly did not want any other man seeing her in the dress she was wearing.
Dante's gaze dropped from her eyes to her pouty lips and down to her neck, her exposed shoulders, his mind taking note of every single feature of her body that seemed to be awakening his sleeping cock.
She looked so fuckable in the dress she was wearing at the moment and Dante did not want another man seeing Mireille looking this sexy.
"Get out" he ordered, his gaze on her revealed thighs.
Ditto remained on the spot, thinking that Dante was speaking to Mireille.
"Do I have to repeat myself?" Dante asked and that was when Ditto realized he was the one being spoken to.
Dante wanted to pull out a knife and stick it into Ditto's thigh for not following his words at the first utterance but Mireille was here and he could not be a beast in front of her.
Ditto had already hurried away, wondering why the change in his boss.
Dante reached for his tie and loosened it. The air in the living room had turned tense with something the both of them were not talking about.
Dante sat on the majestic sofa and feasted his eyes on her body.
"Where are you off to?" He asked and Mireille could not help but feel hot.
He sounded so hot, like he was trying hard to restrain himself and that was what was happening. Dante was trying hard to not let her Mireille sense how much she was affecting him, in his voice.
"I am not going anywhere" her thinned voice replied and Dante gulped down before cracking his knuckles.
"Why are you dressed up then?" Dante asked, his gaze resting on her mound this time.
"I just wanted to... I just wanted to dress up today. Do I look beautiful?" Mireille asked and peered into his eyes, waiting for a response.
"A glance into the mirror should give you the answer to that, Princess. You look... Perfect" he replied and Mireille's heart fluttered.
"Then...." Mireille got on her feet and pulled up enough courage to turn in front of him.
"Dio Santo" Dante cursed as her ass faced him and the urge to pull her ass over his face and make her cum over his face washed over him.
Mireille turned back to him with a beautiful, cute smile on her face. The cute smile reminding Dante of his promise to himself and to her.
"Do I look sexy?" Mireille asked and that was just how much Dante could hold.
His cock sprang up, pushing against the fabric of his trousers.
"Sexier than some of your women, maybe?" Mireille asked, her heart pumping and pounding as she said the words she never thought she could say to Dante while in her right senses.
"Cazzo(Fuck), Princess." He cursed.
"Does this give you the answer you want??" He asked and looked at his erection.
Mireille looked at the huge bulge in his trousers and felt her pussy tingle in reaction to it. Her body clearly wanting what it wanted; that cock pleasuring her and making her feel what she had never felt all her life.
"This conversation is over." Dante got up on his feet, knowing he had to put an end to what seemed like an open seduction.
"Have you had dinner?" He asked her.
"No, not yet" Mireille shook her head.
"Go and have dinner. I have some other things to deal with. There's more vanilla ice cream for you. Have some too"
His phone rang just as Mireille was about to say something. With Dante's gaze still resting on her body, he pulled out his phone from his breast pocket.
It was James calling him.
"Off you go, princess" Dante motioned Mireille to leave for the dinning table.
"Now, Princess" he added when Mireille remained unmoving.
Mireille pressed her lips into a thin line and turned to leave. Dante turned away too and walked towards the glass wall on the other side of the living room.
The call had ended already but James called back almost immediately and Dante picked the call up this time around.
"Hey man"
Dante puffed out air from his mouth before saying a word over the phone.
"Hey"
"How is it going over there?" James asked and Dante glanced at his back to make sure that Mireille wasn't standing behind him.
"Quite well. I am taking care of your little sister pretty well" Dante replied.
"And you are not having perverse thoughts towards her?" James asked to make sure.
Dante shut his eyes and massaged the space between his brows. He had to lie to James since there was no way he would be telling James that only a few moments ago, he had been thinking of having his sister's ass over his face while he made her tremble and cum and shoot all of her sweet squirt over his face.
"I am not" Dante replied eventually.
"I have more than enough women to fuck around with" he added.
"That's right"
"How is it going though?" Dante asked.
"Everything is going pretty well but you might have to come over soon too. Things are going to get to the tough stage in a few weeks and I might not be able to deal with it, then"
"Fine. Let me know whatever is going on. This is the biggest deal yet. You cannot mess it up, James"
"I know, Dante and you have the most precious person in my world. I won't dare mess up" James replied.
"It will be raining soon and Mireille is scared of heavy rainfall. Sorry to trouble you more but you would have to be there with her whenever it rains to calm her down"
"That's nothing. I will deal with it well enough"