The Millionaire Saint
Chapter 37

Asher Jones

compatible for anything else and our brotherhood emerged.

I look at my reflection in the mirror, I don't like dressing in this shameless way you could say, I sigh looking at my best friend who smiles openly, Marcos and I have shared a friendship for years after meeting through an app date and we discovered that we were not "I don't like these clothes," I say, I'm not like some gays who like to attract attention with revealing and discreet outfits, I like to keep my masculine appearance even though my features are very effeminate and my body the same. "It will only be for tonight," he sighed.

Parties are not to my liking either, I know I look antisocial, but that's how I am and I will never change that. I like to read, draw, play on my PlayStation and spend my day eating sweets in my room until my tummy hurts and I have to go to my mother so she can give me some infusions. -Which bar will we visit now? -I question.

-I got a ticket for the premiere of one. In this one there are wealthy people, children of businessmen and people like that," he gestures with his hand, downplaying his importance. "I still don't understand why you didn't succumb to your handsome boss," I observe him in silence.

-Because he is a rich person who believes that with his money he can get everything he wants, I can't stand that type of person. Furthermore, I have preserved myself these years, it doesn't matter if I last several more until someone arrives to motivate me to take the step.

-Even so, he is handsome, sexy and hot. "You were foolish to reject such a stud," he looks at his red-painted nails.

-What do I gain by letting myself be screwed by him? -I question. "I'll only get my body sore the next day and with a strong possibility of him firing me and my mother," I report. "You're right, I'm sorry," I nod. -Let's go? -He questions.

"Come on," we leave the apartment towards his convertible, Marcos is not rich, but he knows how to take advantage of his taxes and get married men who will pay whatever it takes to maintain a secret affair with others of the same s*x.

These days women should be distrustful of their husbands, since you never know what kind of fetishes they carry in their minds, but of course we all know that this is the fault of society that forces them to go for the "Normal" word. that should never have existed to classify people as natural because now they have taken the nerve to say that what does not reproduce is unnatural, I suppose that sterile women and men are errors of nature.

It is pathetic, but the hypocrisy of the population wanting to give it to the most rescued, with a lot of morals, are always the worst in this world of filth that they have created. People are evil and disgustingly damaged, with enough evil in their rotten hearts and that is what is going to end the human species.

Sometimes I get very philosophical, but it is something that I cannot help and seeing people who hate others just for not loving someone of the opposite s*x is the most absurd thing that can exist and I feel that it is envy that they have for them. They call it depraved and do not observe the depravity of the priests and pastors, hypocrites.

"We're here," he parks and the place is full of expensive cars, I get out of the car and wait for it to be next to me to walk towards the entrance. He sends a message on his phone and a guy comes out through the door of the club in the back. -Marcos-he is a huge man in a suit and he looks at me scared-Who is he? "I asked you to be discreet," he says, and as I said, every day more married people resort to seeking satisfaction from others of the same s*x.

-Don't worry, Gabriel, he's my best friend and he won't say anything, right Asher? -sigh.

-Don't worry, I'm not interested in his life, can we go in now? -The man looks at me and then nods to let us enter the club, I approach Marcos. -Didn't you have tickets?

"We're entering," he says and little by little the music increases as we move down the hallway.

"I got you a table, you don't have to worry about the drink because I'm buying it," she informs, taking us to the table where the noise is infuriating. I think it was a bad idea to come here.

Asher Jones

I look at my reflection in the mirror, I don't like dressing in this shameless way you could say, I sigh looking at my best friend who smiles openly, Marcos and I have shared a friendship for years after meeting through an app date and we discovered that we were not compatible for anything else and our brotherhood emerged. -Don't worry! Have fun! -Marcos shouts.

The night is just beginning and I feel like leaving this place, as Gabriel mentioned, the drinks were arriving and on my own I had a couple of mojitos, I don't want to get drunk and end up who knows where, Marcos ends up abandoning me at the table afterwards that the man in the suit asked him to accompany him.

When the hours begin to pass, the alcohol begins to have its effect, strangely enough I have felt watched for a few minutes, but I suppose that happens after drinking seven mojitos as if it were coconut water, I laugh at my madness. I take out my phone to leave a message for Marcos that I'm leaving and ask for an Uber for more security. I didn't trust the taxi lines. I walk through the sea of people until I manage to get out and feel the cold air hit my face.

"Doll," I hear someone shout, but I didn't pay attention and walked away from the guy. I'm talking to you, faggot, - I don't understand when people will understand that that word is not an offense towards us because we know that we are faggots, but we also have the balls to hit any idiot who wants to attack us, he pulls me by the arm causing me to lose my balance. the alcohol.

-What are you doing? -When I regain my balance I push him away-. "Stay away," he laughs. "Faggot," she smiled.

"I know I'm a faggot and at least I have some balls, I consider myself more of a man than you, since you want to offend others to feel like you have more balls and that only makes you look more inferior than any faggot," he approaches and takes my neck with one hand. "You're going to swallow your words, you f*****g faggot," he squeezes my neck, cutting off my breath, but he thinks I'm harmless and gets careless, I kick his crotch causing him to let go and then I take his head to knee him in his face, breaking your nasal septum. "Idiot," I push him away, but he punches me and makes me fall to the ground. He has more strength than me and he is several meters ahead of me, but if he beats me to death at least one faggot broke his nose. Alexandro Bianchini

I couldn't believe my eyes, Asher is at the club, but I prefer to stay away and not bother him, I don't want him to think I'm harassing him even though I haven't seen him since December 30th.

-Is he? -Dayana questions when she sees that I don't take my eyes off her table.

"Yes," I sigh, taking a sip from my glass of whiskey.

-He's handsome. Why don't you go to his table? Donovan and I are fine," she comments.

"I don't want to make him uncomfortable, not after the office thing," I mutter.

-What are you two talking about? -The blonde looks at me and I nod so I can tell her.

"The little boy over there, warm up your best friend," she says, I can't help but laugh.

"Alexandro," I observe. "I don't see that he's your type," she adds, I sigh because I know. I've never liked innocent kids like Asher, but damn I can't stop thinking about him and my desire to have him increases every day.

I am thirty-two years old, I have never in my life been involved in adventures with people younger than me and even my first time was with a person almost three times my age.

-I know, but I can't stop thinking about him.

-Where did you meet him? -She questions.

"She's my assistant, I had to hire another one because it was a lot of work," she reported.

"That means that your time has come to move forward, it was only fair that I stop walking from branch to branch," she smiled sideways. But if you don't see it, please don't let it destroy you," I nod and look back at his table, but Asher is not there, I stand up.

"I saw him leave," Dayana says and I leave, I walk through the sea of people to get outside at the moment when a guy hits the boy. I make fists of my hands and quicken my pace before she touches him again.

-Bastard! -I let him go with a punch and we get into a small fight, he hits me, but I defend myself until they separate us-I'm going to tear him to pieces! -He shouted, trying to free me.

"Calm down old man, I can't see that you can't take it anymore," I spit out the blood accumulated in my mouth. When I calm down, they leave me and I go to Asher who is already standing, I look at his face where it is red and I frown.

"I'll kill him," I blurt out, but he grabs my hand.

"I'm fine," he murmurs calmly.

-Asher, are you ready to go? -someone questions and I turn to look at the man who separated us.

-Is your boyfriend? -I question, somewhat hurt because he lied to me in December.

-That? "No, he's my taxi driver," he announces and I nod. "Are you coming with me?" "I can't leave you here with those hits," he informs, I sigh to follow him to the taxi driver's car, I didn't come in mine.

The journey is in silence to his apartment where he tells me to sit on the couch and shortly after he returns with a first aid kit, he sits next to me to get alcohol and a sponge.

"Let me check," he checks my face. "This will sting a little," she warns before pressing.

"Shit... ouch," I walk away.

"I'm sorry," she whispers, sighs and comes back, but this time she blows on the alcohol so it doesn't sting so much. She ends up applying an ointment and takes what she used to the trash can in her kitchen. Thanks for helping. -What happened?

"I call myself a faggot, it went too far and I had to defend myself by breaking her nasal septum," he raises his shoulders. I also kicked his testicles," I wince in pain.

-Damn, that's sadistic.

"It's a part of the man that hurts, so it's a good place to hit," he announces. Your shirt is stained with blood," she reports, pointing.

I look and he is right, it was white, but it is dirty and stained with blood, I sigh.

"It doesn't matter...

""I can wash it," she interrupts.

"You don't have to," she gestures with his hand.

"Take it as a token of gratitude," I pay attention to what he says and take off my shirt, leaving me with my bare torso. His look at my defined abs and pectorals doesn't go unnoticed, but it doesn't matter. -Can I lend you a napkin so you can dry your drool? -I question and watch as his cheeks turn red.

"Arrogant," he leaves to return shortly, sits down and puts his hand up to his head.

-Are you OK? She questioned.

-He didn't drink alcohol and I think I overdid it today with the mojitos-I can't help but laugh-What's funny to you?

-Mojitos don't do much.

"Good for you, but I don't drink and seven mojitos run through my veins," she announces.

"As I say, little one," I look at the ceiling for several seconds, sigh, "How are you, Azucena?" -I question.

"My mother is fine, she doesn't sit still and she only thinks that you must be eating crap," she smiled.

"That woman has won heaven," she announced.

"I agree with you," I turn my face and he does the same, he watches me in silence and slowly approaches to kiss me, I stay still and then I kiss him back.

Asher moves until he is straddling my legs, I place my hand on his waist while I bite his lower lip earning a moan that dies in my mouth. His tongue attacks mine in a war in which I subdue the boy, he presses his butt against my crotch causing my friend to wake up, I gasp and then I kiss his neck, I suck and bite, leaving a red color on his milky skin, I remember what He said about alcohol and I separated myself from it.

"No," I say when he tries to kiss me.

-That? "He" he questions and I remain silent. "I don't understand you Alexandro, you wanted me in your office and now you reject me," he says, trying to get off my lap, but I stop him.

"It's not that, Asher," I pause. I want you, okay, but I don't want you to say tomorrow that I took advantage of the fact that you were drunk. I would never do such a thing and I do not intend to be accused of that," he blurted out.

"I'm not one of those who forget what they do when they drink, I don't mean to accuse you and I'm the one who wants to continue," he murmurs, looking at me calmly.

-Sure?

-Yeah.