The Millionaire Saint
Chapter 17

Donovan Bristol

"Hey, if you're angry, don't take it out on the poor boxing bag," Alexandro says to drink water from his bottle.

-Do you want me to do it with your face? -I question in a bad mood.

"Come on man... tell me what's wrong, I know you're bad-tempered but today you're worse than ever," he comments.

I roll my eyes, walk to my bottle and drink water.

»Are you going to make me walk behind your a*s all day until you tell me? -Ask, I sigh because I know he is capable of that and much more.

"My secretary drives me crazy," I simply say.

-Why does this sound like it turns my d**k on?

"It doesn't warm me up," it just gives me a wet dream and it never does what I ask it to do. You know we have an agreement and all that, but she got angry because I paid her five thousand dollars... -Did she want more money? -I frown and shake my head.

-On the contrary, he didn't want money, since he feels comfortable with me covering his mother's hospital expenses. I haven't told Alexandro that Dayana is a fairly sexually intense woman and that I must comply with her as a man. Posted by Ebookex.com; visit us for more free novels.

"Strange girl, turning down five thousand dollars," is all she says to start walking towards the showers.

Things continue normally after the discussion, Dayana does her job, she didn't tell me anything about the money and I certainly hope that everything is clarified because the last thing I want is to discuss this matter. Tomorrow is the charity event where I will present her as my girlfriend. I also have to tell her that she must come live in my apartment or else she will have to be safely behind her.

Since what happened several years ago the whole family has security and I do not intend to leave them unprotected. It was never known who organized what happened long ago and that person may be waiting to strike another blow.

>>Who are you going to the event with? "She," she questions as she takes off her sweaty clothes.

-With Dayana, that day I will announce that she is my girlfriend, I murmur, he nods and takes his towel to go to the shower, I walk to another cubicle and take a quick bath.

"I want you to accompany me to a small party," I look at him seriously as he is put into my naked cubicle.

-You know this is strange, right? -asked.

He raises his shoulders.

-Maybe my face shows that I'm the dominant one-I can't help but let the soap go against his face. "Ouch... it hurts... man, don't be so annoying, that's going to leave a mark," he reproaches.

-Then he stops talking nonsense.

"Well, well... but as I was telling you, I have a party at my apartment and I would like you to come," I grimace, wondering if it would be a good idea to go.

"The last time I went to one of your parties it got weird and they were having lesbian s*x on one of the couches," I remind her. That's why I prefer to stay at home.

"Don't be boring... Donovan, you always stay home, come even for a few minutes and then you can leave, please," she asks.

Sigh.

-Fine, but I'm leaving after the first pornographic act is put together, he nods and starts to give me a hug. "That's what I feel...

""They also hug each other's c***s with happiness," he laughs and I take him away.

"A*****e," she leaves my cubicle and I finish showering.

(...)

Just as I said, the party became pornographic and I immediately went to my apartment, I walked barefoot and my shirt unbuttoned to the pool where on the edge of it I sat with a bottle of wine. I drink this in total silence, Alexandro and Dayana have a similar resemblance and they are both libertines, my friend has been sexually involved with both men and women all his life, he always says that a good night is not denied to absolutely anyone..

He is promiscuous and a first-class exhibitionist, otherwise I remember Dayana still gets sexually involved with women and for those reasons I say that both are the same drop of water or as they say in some Latin American countries "They were cut from the same cloth" I'm not that

different I suppose, everyone has their own strange fetish and mine is simple but fun, I join small s****l calls with strangers and we end up in a trivial masturbation until we reach climax, the call is hung up and the person I am with is blocked. shared such a moment. Simple but fun and relaxing without any commitment, but like every man who does not have time or who is not interested in s****l contact with someone, I have my satisfayer for those moments when my friend gets upset because of the pills he took. That's another problem, sooner or later my pills will do me harm, like becoming sterile, but it doesn't bother me since I have saved my s***m in a s***m bank in case one day I decide to have children or if I get to marry someone for real.

My thoughts are interrupted when a message arrives. I open it and it's Dayana. I immediately get worried when I read what she says.

Someone has tried to drug me, I don't want them to suspect that I don't drink, come get me.

In her message she attached her location and I immediately stood up to leave the apartment. Being on the first floor one of my security comes over and I explain to them as I walk what is happening, they ask me that I should stay and they go but I refused and we ended up leaving in the jeep.

I bite my lower lip and run my hand through my hair anxiously, I feel like I'll have an anxiety attack at any moment but until Dayana is sure I have to keep everything under control. When we get to the bar I get out of the car being followed by my security, I walk towards the address and when I don't see her my concern flies, I take out my phone to track her cell phone and it is close to her.

"In the alley," I announce, leaving the place quickly and I hear someone's screams. I run towards that place, replaceing a guy trying to take off Dayana's clothes. "Let her go!" -I scream and grab him by her shoulders to throw him to the side away from her causing the man to fall to the ground.

I climb on top of him and my fist hits his face again and again, I don't think about anything other than his hands on Dayana, I feel a sting in my knuckles but he didn't pay attention to it.

"Donovan, let him... you're going to kill him," his voice makes me return to reality and I observe the unpleasant scene.

The guy is choking on his own blood since he hasn't been able to dodge any of my punches in his face. I stand up and I don't know when Dayana clung to my back.

-Are you OK? I question when I can see her face.

I nod and sigh, with my jaw clenched I look at the dying subject and my desire to hit him again increases. Dayana seems to notice and holds my hand, making me calm down.

"It's not worth it," she murmurs.

-Estefan.

-Tell me, Mr. Bristol.

"Take him to the police and have him locked up for life," I spit with disgust towards that miserable man to pull Dayana's hand and make her walk towards the jeep. She enters and I follow her where we remain fallen all the way to my apartment, I get out of the car and she remains in it. Come down," I ask, trying to stay calm.

-I'd rather go home... I'm grateful you went...

-I don't give a damn where you want to go! -I shout at the edge of my capacity.

She opens her eyes in surprise and I don't have time for this so I make her get out of her trying not to hurt her and then throw her over her shoulder, I walk towards the elevator and enter it.

When the doors close I leave her on the floor and cross my arms with my gaze forward while I clench my teeth to the point that they creak. The sound of the bell announcing the arrival makes me leave with her behind me, but I was always attentive. so that he won't leave.

Upon entering the apartment, I sit on the couch looking at my bloody hands for the first time in the rest of the night.

-Where is the first aid kit? -She asks.

"In the bathroom at the back, you'll replace one on the shelf," I murmur without looking at her because I can't take my eyes off my hands for a second.

Dayana returns in a few minutes and sits on the floor in front of me. Take my hands to wipe them with a damp towel and remove the dried blood from them until they are clean and I can place ointments on them.

-Why were you in those parts? -I question, looking into her eyes, maintaining a neutral expression.

-I needed to clear my mind, it overwhelms me to be without my outlets....

-Without having s*x, -I interrupt her-. You shouldn't be in places like that... they could have done anything to you Dayana," I reprimand and it brings back memories of situations like these with her.

"But I don't pass, I can't get high and I'm not a girl either," she explains to me but that doesn't console me at all.

"Sometimes you make me doubt if you're a grown woman," she rolls her eyes.

-If you asked me to stay to scold me, I prefer to take a taxi and go back to my house-she stands up but I hold her hand.

"Stay," I ask. "I won't be calm if you leave," he murmured.

"Well... I need your clothes to take a shower and get all this heaviness out of my body," I stand up and walk with her to my room. Wow, the service girl takes her job very seriously...

"No one comes into my room, I'm personally in charge of maintaining order here," she is surprised.

"Obsessive about the office and the room," he murmurs. "What else are you obsessed with like that?" -He questions and I feel a little uncomfortable with those questions.

"Arrange the objects from smallest to largest," I point to my shelf of books and other decorations in my room.

-Should I worry that you're not a psychopath?

I laugh and deny.

"They're just quirks," I comment.

"This is not a simple hobby," she says as she enters the closet and sees how my things are organized.

"I would appreciate it if you didn't ask me more," I whisper.

-Good.

I hand him a black shirt and a new boxer.

"You can use my bathroom," he nods and goes to this one while he took my pajama pants to wait for Dayana to shower so I can do the same. I sigh thinking about what a night I've had today and I hope I never miss it again. repeat this situation again.