The Millionaire Saint
Chapter 11

Donovan

Bristol

During the entire way we didn't talk at all, Dayana fell asleep after a while after what she did to me, I don't know when we went from doing that in my car, I hope the driver didn't hear this whole scene. "Mr. Bristol," he calls me through the speaker, I touch the button to make the window go down.

-What's happening?

"We are five minutes away from arriving at the beach house," I nod, look at Dayana and move her slowly so she wakes up. She looks disoriented and she looks at me.

"We're almost there," she announced, she sighs and runs a hand through her blonde hair, tidying it up.

"I see you a little tense, Mr. Bristol," she murmurs, staring at me, something that makes me a little nervous.

-First, don't call me Mr. Bristol and second, I'm perfectly fine, Dayana. -She just nods.

"Okay, Donovan," the car pulls into our private residence and circles around the fountain to stop in front of the door.

The driver gets out of the car and opens my door, I get out and put on my sunglasses so that my mother doesn't notice my expressions of disgust that I usually make with my eyes, I hope this stupid weekend ends as soon as possible, Dayana poses next to me and takes my hand to which I look at her without understanding anything.

>>-It's part of her game, - she simply says, sighing to walk towards the door through which an employee comes out to greet us, it is normal that my mother is not the one who opens and receives her guests.

"Welcome, the lady is waiting for you in the living room," I just nod and pull Dayana's hand so she follows me to that place where my mother waits with her personal bloodsucker.

"My son," she stands up to stretch her dress, walks moving her hips elegantly towards me and gives me two kisses. -I'm very glad you arrived.

-I had no other option-a grimace of total disgust forms on her face at my way of expressing myself, but it changes to curiosity when you take her gaze to my hand intertwined with Dayana's.

"Is she the woman you said you were bringing?"

"The same," I reply. This is Dayana, my girlfriend-I try to sound as natural as possible and not notice the strange new word in my vocabulary. "Nice to meet you, Mrs. Bristol...

" "Widow of Bristol," Fabrizio interrupts, standing next to my mother.

"Dayana and I are tired," I pull his hand to walk towards the stairs where Gabriel is coming down with his naked torso and a simple swimsuit.

"Little brother," he says and then directs his gaze to my companion, he smiles flirtatiously and it just makes me want to bury my foot in his a*s. "We're not brothers," he reminds him, and he rolls his eyes.

-Don't be so rude. I breathe, trying not to say something reckless, he smiled at his expression in the coldest way possible.

-You can stop looking at my girlfriend like she's a piece of meat.

-It's so appealing, when you get tired of her you can send me her number.

Before I can say anything Dayana speaks.

"Well, it's impossible for us to get tired of it, Donovan is an excellent man, educated, handsome, and you are just an uneducated vulgarian, being the clear example that having money will not help you hide your baseness," he said with all the education in the world. I fry the drone's brain, she pulls my hand to continue our path and I guide her to the room where she explodes with laughter. -Did I pass? "She," she questions after laughing out loud.

"He left him speechless," is what I say.

-Where will I sleep? "She," she questions, looking around the room.

"In bed," I point out. "I'll do it on the couch, it's normal for a couple to be in the same room," she announced.

-Well the bed is big, I wouldn't mind sharing it.

"I'll give you your space, Dayana," he raises his shoulders.

-Are you afraid that the car thing will happen again? -I tense up and look at her calmly.

-I have promised you that I would be there for you and satisfy your s****l life.

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-It is a topic that clearly needs to be discussed, I am not a man who is available all the time to have s*x-Dayana nods.

-Why do you feel so sorry? -I look at her surprised. "His cheeks are red," she murmurs.

"If I'm honest, this is an irrelevant topic in my life," I simply say.

-If I'm honest, there should be no shame in telling me that she is a virgin. "I can help you with that too," she proposes.

-Don't you have any modesty? -I question, quite surprised.

"Donovan, I already told you that s*x is just that... o*****s are something divine and you've already experienced them," she comments.

-But she is a woman...

-And what are you saying to me with that? Just because she's a woman doesn't mean she can't entertain me.

-That's the problem Dayana, she is very libertine, she acts as if it were nothing out of the ordinary to sleep with any man she wants, -she laughs very sarcastically.

-So it's okay for men to stick their c***s in all the pussies they want?

-I didn't want to address that topic-I know it would sound sexist if I said that men look good on him because he is a man.

"That's what he wanted to say with those words," he announces, approaches me and places his hand between my legs, causing me to open my eyes in surprise. -I am a libertine woman, I like s*x, whether with a man or a woman, I don't mind saying it out loud, we are not in that era where the woman must be fragile and conservative while the man is the one who must possess the experience... Mr. Bristol, I offer to make you the perfect stud so that when you decide to get married for real you won't be the disillusioning little guy-let go and give my p***s a gentle squeeze. He has a good c**k, he is a man with good centimeters and we women like that, but we prefer that they know how to use it well," he proposes and walks away from me. -Think about it. -He goes into the bathroom, leaving me with shame accumulated on my face and with his words bubbling in my head.