The Millionaire Saint
Chapter 16

Dayana Berlusconi

After a quick breakfast we returned and I can't help but feel grateful to be back, I hope that the next time I look at that lady is when I marry the little boss who left me at my house and left without looking back at his luxury apartment. "Good morning Charlie," I greet when the elevator door opens and he is standing there waiting for it.

-Dayana How are you?

-Good and you? Where is Arthur? -I question not seeing him with his little one.

"He's with my mother... I'll be traveling to Germany for my paternal family's business, since my grandfather died months ago and they require my presence at the mansion," he rolls his eyes.

-I understand, I hope you have a happy and peaceful trip-I get out of the elevator and he thanks you.

When we say goodbye I continue my way to my apartment which is the same as I left it, I go straight to my room so I can put on some comfortable clothes and do a little cleaning, I am not tired and much less sleepy.

Tomorrow I will visit my mother, since my little boss gave me the day off and obviously he stressed to me that I must be at the company early because we will have a lot of pending work, he is a boss but I know that he does the best for what his father has left behind.

(...)

-My girl, you don't know how happy you make me that you are here, he hugs me while I enjoy her warmth.

"I missed you a lot too, mom," I murmur calmly.

I look at her and she looks better although her hair is no longer as long as before because she had to cut it all off because of the chemo. We walk towards the sofas and she immediately offers to make me a coffee which I accept.

» How is the treatment going? -I question as we are both already sitting with the steaming cup in front of us.

-It's a little exhausting, but it's worth it and the doctor, according to what I read, is one of the best. Don't you think you're spending a lot of money? I don't want you to spend...

-Don't worry, this is part of my company insurance... besides the owner is a benefactor of institutions that fight cancer, -to a certain point it is true, since Donovan makes donations to some cancer institutions..

"Thank him for me, it's a very noble act that your boss does," I nod.

I help my mother organize the house, I wash the dirty clothes and I invite her to make a small purchase of products that she needs and there I realize that there are five thousand dollars in my account that weren't there before, I don't remember when. They were deposited and the only person who could have anything to do with it is Donovan.

Since we get home I go to the garden for a few minutes so I can call my impertinent boss who, by grace, answers on the second ring.

-Is something wrong, Miss Berlusconi?

-May I know why you deposited five thousand dollars in my account?

"That's part of the contract, bonuses but bad memory," he comments nonchalantly.

-Look, Donovan, you helping with my mother's hospital expenses is enough, I don't want your money, you understand? -I question.

-We signed a contract and we agreed on what was written there, -he reminds me with his serious voice-. The money will still be in your account... use it as you see fit and have a happy day with your mother," he hangs up, leaving me with a frown.

How did you know I'm with my mother? That's what's going through my head, since I'm not going to spend that money and I'll look for a way to return it to your account. Frustrated by her behavior, I return to my mother so we can begin our beautifying moment with cucumber masks.

(...)

I arrived early at the company with two coffees in hand from Donovan's favorite place, I walked straight to the office and there was the tycoon in a navy blue suit, his perfect hair well-groomed and his face as expressionless as always. it's in the office. With slow steps I reach his desk and place the glass on it, he looks at me and then the steaming morning elixir that every businessman loves to drink.

"I see you take my advice to arrive early," he comments, taking a small sip of the coffee. I avoid rolling my eyes and open my purse to take out the wad of five thousand dollars.

"Your money," she arches her eyebrows and then purses them as does her lips.

-Dayana...

-I don't want your money, because before I felt like a prostitute for accepting your contract. So now that you pay me this amount just to go out with you I feel worse than a slut," she clenches her jaw.

"I hope you never ever refer to yourself as something like that," he says in a rather deep voice. Now, I'll give you that money and not because I pay you for doing what you do, this is part of our agreement and I want you to at least have something insured, I don't know how we will end this matter and that's why I want you to have it.

-What are you taking about?

"I don't want you to fall in love with my Dayana," I remain silent because I don't know when such stupidity occurred to her.

-At what point have I shown a sign that I am romantically interested in you? -I question.

-In none, but I don't want it to happen.

"It's not going to happen, I'm clear that you're not looking for a partner and I wouldn't fall in love with you either," I announce and he nods without expression.

"Okay," he takes the money and puts it in a drawer. Then we will both comply with what is stipulated in the contract and do not open any complaints," she says, taking out her phone, typing on it several times and in a matter of minutes mine vibrates.

I take my cell phone out of my bag to see an email from the bank announcing that they have made me a deposit of ten thousand dollars.

-He's crazy! -She exclaimed, looking at him upset.

-This weekend there is a charity event that I will attend, I need you to come with me and our relationship will be made official there, I am making your payment in advance and returning the money you brought in cash, there is nothing more to discuss so I I ask you to return your work, -her words are cold and direct to the point, she starts typing on her laptop ignoring my presence and I know that if I start arguing with Donovan right now it won't be worth it.

In a bad mood I leave the office towards mine, since now I will occupy one and in order to lower the intensity of the moment I place it safely and from my bag I take out the small but intense clitoral vibrator that I bought in an erotic store.

I raise my skirt and put my panties aside to start with the first level of the device, I close my eyes and I can only imagine the magnate's blue ones, I moan and being wetter I increase the speed of the toy.

The heat begins to increase and my humidity makes the most erotic moment of all, I gasp and lean back from my chair immersed in my own haze of pleasure. Every woman deserves to satisfy her own p***y without fear of anything because no one but you should know those points that take you to the top and those that completely kill you with the intensity of the moment.

Knowing your most sensitive points gives you the power at all times, love yourself and pamper your own p***y without any shame, it is yours and no one can tell you that what you do is bad or that what you do is not right. Without fear of the macho ego, touch yourself while they f**k you, place yourself at the top and enjoy s*x like the goddess you are.

I moan and bite my lower lip at the moment when I can't contain myself, I cross my legs with the toy stuck in my p***y until I come, forgetting why I wanted to cut off the balls of Donovan's reckless, bad-tempered, and tremendous panty-warming orangutan. I can't deny it and even when I'm angry I want him to f**k me like an animal during mating season, but sooner or later he's going to pay me for every handjob I give in his name by imagining how his thickness floods my wet p***y.