The next day
"Good morning ma'am"
Mireille opened her eyes to the feminine voice. She rubbed her eyes and as her vision cleared, she saw the beautiful lady in a maid's uniform clearly.
"Good morning" she mumbled and looked around the room.
No Dante.
"I have prepared a bath for you ma'am. Would you like to take a bath now?" The maid asked and Mireille pulled herself up, to sit on the bed.
She groaned as she felt her pussy hurting a bit.
"Yes but where is he?" Mireille asked.
She was expecting to wake up to him by her side, with his arms wrapped around her. Yes, she knew the both of them did not really have romantic feelings for each other but she still expected him to just be around.
"Do you mean Sir Dante?"
"Yes, him. Where is he?"
"I have no idea, ma'am but he is not in the mansion at the moment" she replied and Mireille gripped the sheets tightly, her mind immediately going wild.
Had Dante just gone to work early? Or could he have been disgusted by her body and leave her immediately?
Mireille shook the ridiculous thought out of her head. There was no way that could be the case, at least that had not seemed to be the case. He had seemed to love every moment just like she loved it too.
"Oh, alright" she flashed a smile at the maid and got out of the bed, the sheets wrapped around her, with a little effort.
"Do you know how many women Dante... Like Dante brings home in a month?" Mireille asked.
"I am sorry ma'am but I am not allowed to share any information about Sir Dante" she replied.
"I am not a stranger... You can tell me" Mireille tried to urge her but the maid only smiled.
"I know you are not a stranger ma'am but I cannot tell you anything unless I am given permission to tell you about it"
Mireille blinked her eyes and bit down on her lips.
"Alright then" she mumbled and walked into the bathroom.
The bath had been prepared beautifully with rose petals floating in it but Mireille ignored the beauty and just stepped into it.
It was warm and as the warm water hit her sore pussy, she felt much more better but she could not control her brain creating scenarios and reasons for Dante having left her so early in the morning.
Maybe he was feeling guilty? After all, he hat not wanted to actually fuck her. He had been intent on controlling his desires and keeping her under check too but he had lost it last night, so maybe it made sense for him to feel a bit guilty but Mireille did not want him to feel guilty at all.
She recalled the time he left her to stay at another mansion but returned that night anyway. What if he left again and this time did not come back as soon as he had come back the previous time?
She tried to shake the thoughts out of her head but she just could not help but think about it.
*
An hour later
Mireille had just finished breakfast and was walking to her room. She stopped at her door and looked over at Dante's room.
"Oh" she purred softly, recalling the pleasure and sweet pain she had gone through in that room.
She wanted more of it but she was not sure if the other person was willing to give her more of it. She sighed and walked into her room, heading to the desk where her phone laid.
She picked her phone up and found several missed calls from James. She felt her heart skip a beat. James would literally faint if he realized that she had sex with Dante.
Mireille quickly dropped the phone back to the table, concluding she was not going to pick the call until she had thought of how to speak to James.
But she picked the phone back up and sat on the chair before the desk. She began to surf the internet lazily, wanting to get Dante off her mind but she was only few minutes into surfing the internet when she came across a picture posted by a female model.
The caption told that the picture was taken in maldives and in that picture, there was Dante.
The phone dropped from her hands but Mireille picked it back up quickly. Could Dante had travelled so early in the morning? Or maybe he had left right after she fell asleep? And now he was away with another lady.
Mireille lowered her gaze as she thought that she was right. Dante had explored too many bodies and had not been impressed by hers so he had left to have a fun time with a beautiful model, someplace who was much more beautiful than she was.
Her phone rang in her hands and Mireille's hands shook slightly. It was Belinda calling.
Mireille picked up the call and took the phone to her ear.
"Hey girl" Belinda greeted over the phone.
"Hey" Mireille's voice shook.
"Hey, what is wrong? You don't sound good" Belinda noted.
"I... I did it with Dante last night"
The line was silent for a few seconds.
"By 'it', do you mean what I think you mean?" Belinda asked and Mireille only have a 'hmm'.
"Oh my God!! Oh my!" Belinda squealed excitedly.
"That is so awesome, Mireille! But... Why are you not excited? Was sex with him not good? Was everything I heard about him a rumour?" Mireille asked.
"That is not it."
"You enjoyed it?" Belinda asked.
"Yes, I did" she replied.
"Then what is the issue?" Belinda asked quietly.
"He left me this morning" Mireille replied, her voice cracking.
"He most probably did not like my body so he left me and is now on a vacation with some female model. I... I woke up this morning and I could not find him by my side, Belinda. He doesn't like me one bit"
"Calm down, Mireille. I will be coming over and we will talk about this, okay? Be calm please"