The Millionaire Saint
Chapter 9

Donovan Bristol

How could I be such an idiot and leave my office door unlocked? I question myself walking like a caged lion in my own workplace, I don't know how I am going to look Miss Berlusconi in the face after such a spectacle that I have given her and apart from what happens to me by being rude to her who is not to blame that my medications make me excited.

I sigh and run a hand through my hair causing it to become completely messy.

The ringing of my phone causes me to look at it, I walk to my desk and pick it up to pick up the call without looking at who it is. -My son, "Just now you had to call me, mother"

-What's wrong? "I'm very busy at the office, be brief," I ask, sitting in my chair.

-I will stay for a few days at the beach house in Miami, I would like you to come for a weekend and share a few days with me.

-Okay, I'll go. I hear silence on the other side, since surely a refusal was expected on my part, but I will take the opportunity to take Miss Berlusconi so she can meet my mother. -Perfect, it makes me happy that you come.

"I might bring company, it's not safe," I announce so you know.

-Alexander? She questions with some annoyance in her voice.

"A woman," I respond to say goodbye to her, leaving her with thousands of questions.

Knock... Knock...

I look at the door and murmur, come in, Miss Berlusconi enters.

"I inform you that you have a meeting in five minutes and that I should send you the translated emails," he comments with his serious face.

"Thank you," her eyebrows rise in surprise since this is a word I don't usually say a lot. -Since you are here, I want to tell you that this weekend we will have to go on a date. -Of work?

-No, it's something with my mother. I'll take this opportunity to introduce her as my girlfriend," she announced and nods. I recommend packing swimsuits, restaurant clothes, and items I sent you. All the clothes I send her are from well-known brands, she won't have to worry about anything," her lips purse.

-Her clothes are not very my style.

"Just take what I told you, I don't want my mother to be impertinent," she nods, I stand up to leave, being accompanied by her to the meeting that passes quickly and monotonously.

(...)

I finish packing my suitcase one day before, since the beach house is far away, I ask Miss Berlusconi to stay the night in my apartment, which makes me feel uncomfortable because no stranger has entered my house... Well, with exemption of those women that Alexandro brought.

I hear the doorbell and I leave my room towards the hall, I open the door and Dayana is there with her suitcase in hand.

"Allow me," I point to her luggage and she passes it to me. "Follow me," I ask her, I walk towards her being followed by her to a room I have as a guest which is used by Alexandro when he decides to come and bother me. "She can sleep here and she has everything she needs to make her feel comfortable for the night," she murmured.

"Good," is what comes out of her mouth.

-I'll leave her so she can get comfortable, I'll prepare something for dinner. Would you like something specific?

"No, whatever she does will be fine," I nod and walk away, leaving her alone.

Being in the kitchen I prepare pasta because it is something that everyone likes and it is also a dish that I want to prepare. Several minutes pass and I hear footsteps coming towards me, I look up and am paralyzed.

-What are you wearing?

I frown.

"I didn't bring pajamas and I found this shirt in the closet," he says as if it were the most normal thing in the world, walking to the seat in front of the counter. -That?

"That must be full of dust and have thousands of germs," I take a deep breath, trying to calm down.

"It's not that big of a deal," I look at her as if she had grown an extra head, I lower the heat of the stove and clean my hands to take off my polo shirt, I extend it to her. It's clean-I only have several minutes with it, Dayana looks at it doubtfully and takes it to start taking off her shirt.

I looked away waiting for him to change his clothes.

< I think.

"Good, satisfied," I look at her and she is wearing my polo shirt which reaches up to her thigh.

-She will thank me in the future-I continue with what she was doing and finish in minutes, I serve and we eat in silence.

-How long will we tell your mother that we are in a relationship?

"None, we're just getting to know each other," she murmured. "Before a year we will get married and months later you will be free again," she commented.

-We will need to change some clauses in the contract-I look at her without understanding why these changes.

-Which is it?

"The one that prohibits me from interacting with other men," I raise my eyebrows in surprise.

-I do not answer.

-Mr. Bristol, how do you expect me to remain without the elixir of life for so long? -He questions.

"I don't understand..." I mutter. Is s*x that important to you? -I ask without understanding anything.

-When we are sexually active people it is impossible to want to leave this-she raises her shoulders. "Aren't you that way?"

-S*x is not relevant in my life-is the only thing I answer, since I am not interested in going into detail.

"He's a strange man," I roll my eyes.

"I'm just a man who thinks with his head above and not with his below," I look straight into her eyes. -S*x is only a moment, minutes in which I can be earning more money. -That makes him an ambitious man.

"I am," I answer his unasked question. -I am a man full of future visions, I look for the best for the company that my father has forged during his years of life and if I have to put aside things as banal as s*x... -I pause. -I will do that.

"That's what a virgin would say," I clench my jaw. -S*x is a way for one to feel alive, desired and to know that everything one does for oneself is worth it, it is not that I need to f**k someone to know that I am important but it is a good way to know that I am desired...

-You are promiscuous.

"I am," she answers in the same way I do. -O*****s are not denied, they are accepted. Will you change the clause now that you know how important this is to me?

-No, since we will both be harmed if, due to her carelessness, they see her leaving a seedy hotel with a man hanging on her arm, -I announce.

-Then you can please my carnal desires?

-I'm not interested in relating to anyone in that sense. Everything I do in this life is for a benefit towards myself, not towards others.

-If I decided to break the agreement because of that decision? -

I look at her seriously.

"Then I would say that she is stupid and that you yourself would condemn the fate of her mother for not receiving an o****m," I stand up and take my plate to the sink, I clean it and without looking I can feel her next to me. "You're so cold," I look at her out of the corner of my eye.

"I just think with my head above," she took her plate and washed it. -Is an o****m important to you?

"It helps me think clearly," is what he says and I deny without understanding why this can be a priority in the lives of others.

-Would an o****m help you stay clear tomorrow?

-Clear.