The Millionaire Saint
Chapter 19

Donovan

Bristol

I ejaculate inside her and it is a feeling of dispossession, as if I deposited my being inside her, Dayana is hot and I thought I would c*m when she joined me. Her walls trapped me like a fist but it was soft, warm and wet, her s*x is exquisite and I never in my life imagined it would be that way. I wanted to be as deep inside as possible, my p***s tenses and discharges all my s***m, I stayed still because if I continued I felt like I would die of pleasure.

I lie next to her in silence and I can't help but feel self-conscious, not knowing if I did right or wrong in leaving my semen inside. I'm not sure if I'm one of those women who is uncomfortable with such things, but if I don't speak, I won't know what's wrong. Dayana sits down and covers her breasts with the quilt, I look at her face and her eyes connect with mine.

-What's happening? "She," she asks as always.

"It's- it's..." I remain silent.

"Donovan," they knock on the door. -The stylist arrived, -it's Alexandro.

"I'll be right there," he responds with an "Okay." "You should take a bath so you can...

" "I know what I should do, but now I want you to tell me what's happening," he asks.

-I'm new to this Dayana.

-I know and I understand, but everything is fine, okay? -seat. I loved what happened, didn't you?

"It was spectacular," she smiles.

"Now let's get ready for the gala," he gets out of bed, taking the quilt with him and leaving me naked, he locks himself in the bathroom and I put on my boxers to pick up the clothes lying on the floor and thus leave the room tidy.

(...)

"You always know what I need," I flatter, looking in the mirror while I take a detailed look at the outfit the stylist brought me.

"It's good to know that you haven't gotten bigger and that you're a customer who always stays the same size," he announces. And I can finally dress one of your girlfriends, it's not for nothing but I've been waiting for this moment for years," he laughed. "I hope you don't get out of hand with her dress," I ask and he denies.

She-she She will be the most elegant woman of all.

"I'm glad to hear that... tell Dayana that we should leave in ten minutes," I request and he nods to leave my room, I sigh and apply a little Armani cologne from his latest launch, I look in the mirror and my hair is fine, I don't know why I check myself every second and feel anxious.

When I am in the living room I walk towards a small shelf with different liquors so I can have a glass with a not so exaggerated amount of whiskey to lighten the tense atmosphere that is formed inside me, I turn when I hear the heels of a woman approaching and II replace Dayana in a beautiful wine red dress, she looks extremely elegant while her hair falls to one side in waves.

-I also think it's excessive...

-I didn't think that... quite the opposite. You are very elegant and without a doubt Antony works magic with people, although it is worth noting that you are already beautiful," I flattered him, causing him to smile shyly.

"You're still very handsome, I think I shouldn't leave your side for even a second," his cockiness when talking about him makes me deny while he smiled.

"If you make him smile that way it's because you are the ideal woman for him," Antony announces and we both nod at his words, we say goodbye to him and then together we leave the apartment towards the lobby where my security directs us to a jeep. "You're nervous, I guess," I comment.

"A little, I don't want to do something stupid and make a fool of you," she smiled.

"You won't do it, so calm down," I murmur, we already know what to say. If someone asks how long we've been in a relationship and where we met, don't tell lies because most of the story will be very real.

(...)

Upon arriving at the event, one of the security personnel gets out and opens my door, I leave and immediately the flashes flash and I concentrate on maintaining an expressionless face, Dayana lands next to me and this does not go unnoticed by the press. I put my hand around her waist keeping her close to me as we walk across the carpet trying to avoid the questions.

-Mr. Bristol, is this woman a friend? -questions a girl who had already interviewed me a long time ago.

-No, she is this beautiful woman who accompanies me, she is my girlfriend, -she responded politely to continue walking after giving that statement that I know that in a short time she will go through social networks, magazines and some gossip television stations. We entered the event venue and the waste of money is abundant in this place, chocolate fountains in the food area, a pyramid of champagne glasses and a large group of people dressed in well-known designers.

"I thought it was beneficial," she murmurs.

-It's always the same, -a person I know perfectly walks towards me.

"You do know how to make an entry," Alexandro says, showing me his phone where he and Dayana appear and the title "The eccentric millionaire already has a girlfriend." The text is a little absurd, but the more popular the gossip, the more credible it is to me. mother will be

-You know how they are, I roll my eyes-Where is your companion?

-I came alone, you know my title as a hot playboy can't go to waste.

A girl approaches with a tray of drinks and we have some while I include Dayana in our conversation. In the distance I manage to see the son of the leech and our gazes collide, we challenge each other with it and then we ignore each other. I don't trust him and her father, my mother is blinded by those snakes and if before she was poisonous, now she is worse.

“Come on, our table is over there," we walked together to our booth and listened to the small opening speech where later a singer graced the place with her voice.

After several hours people make her donations, either by transfers or checks, Dayana types on her phone and I can't help but take a look.

-What are you doing? -I question when I see that she donates the ten thousand dollars that I have transferred to her.

"I told you I didn't want the money, I have enough of you helping my mother and working in your company," she says, challenging me with her gaze and I can't help but make a face of annoyance.

-Dayana.

"Donovan," she says in the same tone, I sigh and take out my checkbook to make my donation, I'm not going to argue with her about this and I will replace a way to return the money.

"You could have used it on your mother, maybe taken her for a walk somewhere or given her something she wants," she reproached.

"My mother is fine and I can do all that with the money I earn working," I purse my lips and look forward. Don't be angry about it.

-I already told you why I want you to have the money.

"I'm mature enough not to fall in love with you and continue working at your company after all this is over," she blurts out.

-Well, I won't discuss the topic with you anymore, but that doesn't mean that I'm not going to fulfill my part of the contract-I end the conversation and I assume she understands that I don't want to continue talking about it.

-I think I'll go look for my prey... her atmosphere is very tense, relax-Alexandro walks away from our sight.

-We Dance? -I ask, I stand up waiting for her response and she gets up to take the hand I offer her.

Classical music plays on the small dance floor and some couples dance slowly. Dayana and I were no exception and we danced calmly even though we are tense.

-You are always like that?

I look at her confused.

"You do something nice and then you ruin it," he sighed.

"I just like to make things clear, I know it's frustrating but you have to be patient with me," I ask.

-Wasn't the apartment what you expected? I know it refers to what we have done.

-I've had quite erotic dreams imagining that situation and I think the reality is quite satisfactory-I can see the surprise on her face.

"I'm surprised, Mr. Bristol," she says.

I am never able to tell lies to Dayana, I feel that when I talk to her I can be myself because she has never stopped to look at my flaws as people and has not tried to get into my past, or question why at my age I was still a man with zero s****l experience.

All my life, despite hanging out with the most sexually active guy, I always strived to be the best in everything I did. Studying was the pillar to discharge any carnal desire for someone, I did not have time to stop and think about s*x because while others did it on a daily basis, I fought with my own demons trying to stop thoughts of the past with learning occupations and isolating myself from the world.

-How about we go to your mother's tomorrow? -I question to change the subject, since today is Saturday and I have nothing to do on a Sunday.

-Of course, if you don't have anything pending.

-Sometimes I go to play golf but looking at Alexandro I doubt that he wants to go, I watch him talk to a dark-skinned woman and it is obvious that she is flirting, since I know the man well.

"Okay," we dance the last few touches and return to the table to talk about his mother's health.

(...)

"I want you to drop me off at my house," she asks when the jeep is on the highway.

-Because? -I question, turning my face towards her.

"I need to look for clothes, I can't be all in yours," she announces.

"But you shouldn't stay for that," she asked.

"Okay... then take me and I'll look for some clothes," I nod and give the order to the driver to drive to Dayana's apartment.

When we got down with her to go up to it, we found a man in the hallway who greeted her and we entered her apartment.

"They trust each other very much," he says when he closes the door while I look around the place.

"He's my neighbor," she simply says, walking towards her room I suppose while I sit on the couch waiting for her. "Should you return the dress?" -I hear her ask.

"It's yours," I hear no response from her, I stand up and enter her room without knocking, replaceing her in black lingerie.

-Sorry.

-Because? "It's not like he hasn't seen me naked before," she says mockingly.

"I'm not used to it," she commented.

"That shows insecurity... nudity is natural beauty, you should not feel inhibited about admiring others and having others admire you, you have nothing to be ashamed of and I think you should have a high ego for being one of the lucky men," he said. clearly what she means by all that and there were times when I felt uncomfortable about that part of my body, since the pills caused it to bulge in my pants and it was somewhat embarrassing, but Dayana makes me feel dominant.

"You're quite a fan of that," she lifts her shoulders.

"Every woman, even if she doesn't say it out loud, is fascinated by a man with good proportions, but you already know that I'm different and that I say it at the top of my lungs," she says, walking towards me. And without a doubt every moment I remember how his hardness invaded me, my panties get wet and my desire to have him again grows greater-her hand rests on my crotch and I clench my jaw.

"We should go," she sighs and walks away from her, but she takes her hand and presses it to my body. "But I'm the boss and you can wait," I kiss her and carry her to walk to her bed where we have s*x again.