The Millionaire Saint
Chapter 12

Dayana Berlusconi

When leaving the bathroom Donovan is on the balcony of the room, which by the way is quite ostentatious with diamond-shaped lamps, a huge bed that can fit about eight people, a closet that could be my room, white sofas, the floor in polished marble and I think Mr. Bristol is very right when he says that his mother loves luxuries. The man looks thoughtful, I look for my suitcase and I don't see it anywhere.

-Donovan Where is the luggage?

"In the closet," he answers without looking at me, I nod and enter it, checking the above, he took the luggage and took out a completely white CH outfit, long tube-shaped pants that covered my feet while the blouse left my arms uncovered. and with a bow on the left edge of it that gives me an elegant touch, I put my blonde hair up in a slightly messy bun without losing elegance.

My feet are wearing a low heel from CH, it is clear to everyone that this designer's clothes exude elegance, decency and even though she doesn't know much about fashion, for me she wins the best design places. On my face I only apply a little foundation, powder, lipstick to give shine to my lips and concealer, I look satisfied at what I have done and then I leave the room, I hear a strange noise coming from the bathroom and I go there replaceing Donovan vomiting.

"Get out of here," he says when he sees me, I roll my eyes and bend down to leave small caresses in his hair, it's something my mother did when she saw me vomit.

-Are you OK?

"Yes," she stands up and goes to the mirror to start washing his face and mouth. He looks a little pale but I don't continue to question it.

-I guess we'll go down to dinner with your mother.

-I'm not in the mood but let's go because if not tomorrow no one can stand her-she leaves the bathroom and I follow him, she takes it out of her and puts it on. -You don't intend to go down as if you were going to the office? -I question him, crossing my arms, he turns to look at me with a poker face.

"My clothes...

""They're office clothes, that's it," I interrupt him, I approach him and I can see that he tenses, but I don't care.

I put my hand on his shirt and make him take it off and then unbutton the top three buttons on his white shirt.

>>Roll up your sleeves, I don't understand how you are such an elegant, sexy and intelligent man and you like to wear so many jackets, -Donovan does what I ask. -When you are used to living in your office, there is no need to look for other clothes.

That's what he says and I let out a sigh, Donovan shows that he has very little personality and that the one he has is only business, so I will have to help him have more confidence in himself.

"We better go down," he took her hand and we left the glamorous room towards the living room, her mother is there and the man who claims to be her husband is there as well.

"Good night," Donovan's voice is tense, I squeeze her hand trying to give her some comfort.

-Donovan honey, we were waiting for you to go to the dining room.

-No, is Gabriel accompanying us? Donovan asks and I can tell it's only out of politeness that he does so.

"I had to go out with his friends," Fabricio responds.

After that talk we went to the dining room and it is huge. Fifteen people could eat here and these people really waste a lot of their money. We sit down and a few minutes later dinner is served by the staff. -And what do you do, Dayana? -"Great," I think, looking with my fake smile at Fabricio who was the one who asked and now Donato's mother is on top of me.

-Dayana is my personal assistant," her mother raises her eyebrows.

-Did you change the company regulations?

"No, but I'm the boss and I wouldn't let Dayana get away from me just because of a rule," she announces and takes a sip from her glass of wine.

"I would do the same," Fabrizio says. They should change that rule, there are surely many employees who are in the same situation.

-I will take it into account for the next meeting.

-Have you been together long?

"A month," I respond with a small smile, it's not a false fact because that's how long we've been in contact.

-You kept it very quiet, Donovan.

-You know that I am reserved and I don't like to broadcast my personal life, like Gabriel and his long list of conquests.

-I see that you don't miss the scandal magazines.

"I'm always aware of everything related to my father's last name... you should ask him to behave at the level of a Bristol," Fabrizio's jaw tenses. -The problem is that he is not a Bristol.

-It's good that they know it, but still teach them to behave at our level, I don't want people who are associated with my father's last name to be causing a scandal and damaging the image of the company. "I'll take that into account," Donovan nods without expression.

Dinner takes place in a somewhat tense atmosphere but I try not to let those energies interrupt my desire to eat what they have prepared.

(...)

Donovan gives me a tour of the mansion, showing me the enormous garden with a pool included, his mother is a lover of rose bushes. The house is undoubtedly huge, it contains everything necessary such as a gym, library and cinema area, he teased me by telling me that he only needed to add a private hospital in his basement.

"I don't understand why they have such a big house and only three people live in it," I say, looking at the rose bushes that are illuminated by a light that gives it a very fantasy touch.

-My parents are like that, for my part I prefer a small house but with enough space that is located in a place far from gossiping neighbors and where I can see the sunset from my window every day.

-Is that the reason you live on the top floor of the tower?

-That's right, Alexandro doesn't really like heights and since I'm a faithful lover of sunsets, I chose that floor.

-Alexandro is it?

"My best friend, we've known each other since we were in diapers," he murmurs.

We stayed quiet for a long time enjoying the night wind, even in this silence you can hear the waves of the sea.

"Let's go to the beach," I ask and he looks at me and denies.

"It's too late to go there," I roll my eyes.

-When have you done something wrong in your life?

-What do you mean by improper?

"Drink alcohol until you fall on your a*s, smoke, take drugs, things like that," his gaze darkens as if what he mentioned tormented him.

"When he was a young idiot," his voice comes out sharply. Now I'm an adult.

-That shouldn't stop you from having fun once in a while.

"I'm not here to have fun," he stands up. I'm going to the room, don't go far.

He leaves, leaving me alone, Donovan seems mysterious and carrying something large on his back, I sigh and decide to also go to the room.

When I arrive he is already taking off his shirt, he looks at me for several seconds and then goes to the bathroom where several minutes later you can hear the water running. I walk to the closet and get dressed in shorts pajamas since the night promises to be very hot. in this part of the country.

I go into bed and soon Donovan comes out wet, wrapped in a white towel. He walks to the closet where he locks himself and then comes out wearing pajama pants and a silk shirt. He looks at me for several seconds and I imagine he is contemplating whether to sleep. next to me or lie down on the couch which I doubt he can fit into since he is a big man.

"I'm not going to do anything to you," I announce with some mockery in my voice, he sighs and then walks to the bed to lie down.

-Good night Dayana.

-Good night Donovan.