The Millionaire Saint
Chapter 2

Today is a spectacular day to surprise Mr. Bristol by arriving early, bringing him a coffee from his favorite Starbucks and a wonderful piece of strawberry cake and I have even put on some refined and office clothes, I already want to see his face when he sees me. He's a top-notch controller, if he weren't so grumpy he'd have a mini o****m every time I'm around him, but it's a shame that since he opens his mouth I get out of my mental fever. "Good morning Sam," I give a small smile to the boy opening the elevator doors.

-Dayana When will you accept my invitation to go out? -"Damn, this is what happens to me for being flirtatious"

-You know what the company's policies are like -as it is always necessary to opt for the law that always saves one from misfortune.

-But until...

"Honey, we enjoy it and that's it," I murmur. -The point is that it won't happen again-with my elbow I press the floor that corresponds to me and I give him my most hypocritical smile which I eliminate when the door closes.

I don't understand men.

Many are satisfied that it is clear that it is only one night, but there are others who are unbearable. I'm not interested in having a partner who cheats on me or who walks obsessively after me.

The elevator bell announces that I am arriving at the floor where I work, I sigh to psych myself up for another day next to my sexy grumpy boss, I quickly analyze my face and hair in the mirror of the metal drawer and everything is perfect. As I mentioned, I am the first to arrive, since Mr. Bristol arrives at eight, I think because I always arrive at nine and I replace him here, I walk towards the door of his office and stop when I hear a male moan.

"Mr. Bristol, I never thought he was so promiscuous," I think.

I move away several

steps to place what I brought on my desk and then I approach the door again, out of curiosity I slowly open the door to take a short look at the desk where sitting on top of it is none other than Mr. Bristol with his head thrown back while he masturbates. <>

I can't believe it, God is tremendously hot, I feel hot all over my body and I can't help but cross my legs in front of such a stud who is a dear grumpy boss.

"F**k," like the exorcist's doll, his gaze reaches the door, making eye contact with my eyes. He looks surprised and quickly gets off the desk to pull up his underwear and then his pants. He looks at me angrily and walks over to where I am.

-What the hell are you doing here? -He questions angrily while looking at me with his frown. "Oh no, Mr. Bristol, you wouldn't talk to me that way." "First of

all, I hope you don't address me that way again," I point out while I look at him with my eyes. half-closed while he looks at me surprised by my insolence in responding to him. -Second, this is my workplace...

-But you have started spying on me.

"Mr. Bristol, I assure you that your secret will not be revealed, I'm not a gossip if that's what you think," he commented, crossing my arms.

He raises his eyebrows.

"If I wasn't a gossip, I wouldn't have spied on me," I remain silent.

-What will you do to fire me? -He purses his lips.

-Go back to your work and forget what happened, if you mention it to someone, believe me, you will never work anywhere else again, he turns and goes to his desk, I roll my eyes to go to my workplace with the images of my boss naked in my head. "His nakedness caused my panties to become damp."