The Millionaire Saint
Chapter 14

Dayana Berlusconi

When I wake up the first thing I do is look for my dear boss who is not in bed but the sound of the shower lets me know where he is, I never in my life thought I would go this far with Donovan but the man He wants to learn things and since he won't let me sleep with other guys, what better way to have s*x than teaching the tycoon how to screw a woman, I don't lose anything and it's not like I'm going to fall in love with him, it's not that it's not obvious. okay but he's not my type and I guess I'm not at his level. "Good morning, boss," I greet when he comes out wrapped in a towel, water dripping from his hair onto his body.

-Don't call me that way here Dayana, -what a grumpy man.

-I see that he got up in a bad mood.

He sighs.

"The walls can have ears..." He stops when there is a knock on the bedroom door.

-Son, are you awake? -I see his jaw tighten and that shows that he himself is not prepared to deal with his family now.

He smiled.

-Ah! More, please! -My boss's face turns into a poem while he looks at me astonished by what I do.

-What are you doing woman? -He asks in a whisper.

"Sh..." I'm just saying. -Do not stop! -I let out again and again and then let out a scream of fake pleasure.

The knock on the door stops and then the woman's heels walk away from the room, Donovan continues to look at me stunned and can't seem to get over his shock, I laugh making him react.

-What was all that?

"You're welcome," I get out of bed naked and he looks somewhere other than my body.

-That will now be the gossip of the house. "He," he says to go to the closet.

I roll my eyes as I continue my way to the bathroom.

(...)

When I leave the bathroom, Donovan is sitting on the terrace already wearing a summer outfit while he looks at his phone with a frown. I walk towards the closet where my suitcase is and I choose to put on a simple dress that fits my body, marking it. my pronounced curves, it's not for nothing but I have the best genetics inherited from my maternal family.

I put on knee-high cream-colored sandals that match my dress, I leave my hair down and my face natural without a hint of makeup, I sigh satisfied with my outfit and then leave the closet and walk to my boss looking up from his phone. He examines me and nods.

-We have to have breakfast with my mother and then we will leave for the family's private yacht, I will ask one of the employees to organize your clothes in the closet and prepare a small suitcase with both of our clothes, we will have dinner there and then we will return here to sleep, -He explains everything to me and I can only nod to what he says, it's not like I have a choice.

-Okay... Ready?

"I have been for years," she murmurs, motioning with her head so that we can go out and face what is coming today. Before going down the stairs her hand wraps around mine and we walk to the dining room.

-Finally they deign to come down. -Gabriel blurts out.

-We are very sorry for the delay, -Donovan are polite.

My boss opens a chair for me to sit down and I do, he sits next to me and it doesn't take long for breakfast to be served. This happens in silence and I can feel Donovan's mother's gaze on me but I don't pay attention to it, otherwise I might become a bit rude. (...)

While on the yacht Donovan takes me to a room where we change clothes, I look at myself in the mirror and decide to tie my hair in a ponytail.

"Your mother keeps looking at me," I comment.

"With what happened this morning, it's logical that I don't take my eyes off her," she announces, typing on her phone without paying much attention to me.

-I see that you message frequently. Any girlfriend or boyfriend? -His gaze leaves the device.

-That? -Frowns. "I don't talk to anyone except that idiot Alexandro," he comments.

-So what do you look at on your phone? -He looks at me doubtfully but then sighs.

-I count the hours until I return to my apartment.

-I know you don't like your family very much, but why?

-It's a delicate topic, we don't have that level of trust to discuss it. Are you ready? -changes the subject automatically.

"Yes," we left that place until we reached the others.

The atmosphere stops being tense when everyone goes to their side, leaving us aside in the conversations, Donovan remains silent and only speaks when it is necessary to do so, trying to be as formal as he can and I still imitate him because the questions about my life They didn't take long to arrive and I answered them all without any problem.

-And what do your parents say about you having a relationship with your boss?

I observe her in silence and then inhale slowly.

-If my father were alive he would know that Donovan is a great boyfriend and my mother still approves of him, since we both know how to establish a line in which one half of this I am his secretary and the other half his girlfriend, I always comment. looking into her eyes. -Maybe you can be a freeloader.

-Now, because I am a humble woman, I must be an advantage? -I question, raising my eyebrows. "Ma'am, I'll tell you one thing and that is that I may be a girl from low society or whatever she wants to call it, but money is not everything in this life," she commented.

-With...

-Enough, if you have invited us to make us feel uncomfortable. "Then I'll tell you that you've made it," Donovan chides as his jaw clenches.

The widow of Bristol remains silent before the look that my little boss gives her, the atmosphere becomes tense in every sense of the word and I can't help but feel uncomfortable.

"I think we'd better head back," she commented.

-I say the same thing-I am surprised to see that Gabriel supports me but I am indifferent and do not show such surprise.

With every second that passes I understand Donovan more about wanting to be away from his mother, it's as if he were a robot made to rant at any human being except his boyfriend or husband and his son. This woman has no mercy for her son, she can see that she suffers because of her ruthless way of being, I would never have liked to have someone like that by my side.

It didn't take long for the yacht to reach the dock where Donovan immediately takes me to his car and we set off towards the house.

-If you're hungry, you can ask Ingrid to prepare you something to eat, -is what he tells me before going up the stairs and disappearing, leaving me alone at the bottom.

I'm not hungry or sleepy but I'm not going to risk walking in this house full of snakes. So I go up to the room with some hope of replaceing Donovan there but he's not there. I sigh and go to the bathroom to wash the salt off my body.