The Millionaire Saint
Chapter 20

Dayana Berlusconi

I finish removing my makeup and then I tie my hair in a ponytail, I watch as Donovan buttons his shirt and his messy hair makes him look sexy, I think he is one of the few men who still looks so hot after s*x. I sigh and get up from the chair to grab my small suitcase with a few changes of clothes.

-List? -he questions and I nod.

"Your driver and security must be worried," he says and he denies. "We should have slept here and gone to my mother's house tomorrow," he comments as I close the apartment door.

"I don't think I'll fall asleep anywhere other than part of my old memories," he mutters.

"That would then give me the opportunity to keep him awake the rest of the night."

He raises his eyebrows in surprise.

-Isn't it exhausted?

"With you... mmm... I don't think so," I laugh as I watch his surprised face. It's addictive and quite pleasurable to have a man who thinks a lot about satisfying his lover and meeting his needs at the same time," I report. "So I guess I'm not that bad?"

-You have me as your teacher, but I will always ask myself: How much do you want to learn? -He remains silent and I suppose he is not prepared to give an answer like that.

When the elevator doors open upon reaching the lobby we walk outside until we reach the jeep where we get into it and immediately the car sets off towards my boss's luxurious apartment.

(...)

Being in the building and in his living room, Donovan looks at me intensely and I walk to the couch to sit down, waiting to replace out what bothers or worries him. Every day that passes I know more about their expressions. -What do you mean by how far can I go to learn?

"It depends on how open your mind is," she commented, and he walked over to the couch and sat down. It's two in the morning and it seems that Mr. Bristol is more interested in the topic than in taking a beauty nap. "I have the most promiscuous friend of all," he says. "What can you do that he can't?" -He questions.

"Don't approve of me," he smiled.

-If I wanted to learn...

"I would help him, but of course I will always start with something basic," I explain, I don't want to expose him to others without him knowing how to defend himself and also because we are just beginning to relate. "Then I'll learn," he says and sighs.

-You are so innocent.

"I'm not innocent Dayana... I would just like to explore now and then see what decisions she made in my life," she announces.

"Okay... now let's go to sleep," I stand up and he does the same.

That night we didn't sleep together and the proposal was done but I decided today to give him his space, I think he had enough of me for several hours although I would have liked to hear him panting and having him on top of me focused on what he is doing. I slept peacefully and the next morning I woke up early, with an uncomfortable feeling in the middle of my legs and sighing, I went straight to the bathroom to take a warm shower and that released the tension from my muscles.

The clothes I wear are jeans that fit my legs along with a cropped blouse that exposes my flat abdomen and navel. I also took a brown jacket and put on low heels. I walk out of the room until I reach the kitchen where My little boss eats reading a newspaper. "We're on the front page," he announces.

-Gossip spreads like wildfire. -he nods and I check my phone to see that they have actually started following people on social networks which I keep private so they won't be able to access my photos, I sit next to Donovan and notice that I have a missed call from my mother, I don't know where what moment has it sounded.

"Mom," I greet when she answers.

"Dayana, you're everywhere," she says, surprised. -Can you explain to me what is happening and who is that man who claims to be your boyfriend?

-Calm down mom... today we will be going to your house...

-Will we be there?

-My boyfriend Donovan and I, I would like you to meet him.

-It would be a pleasure, daughter, I hope for you. We said goodbye and she put the phone aside.

"Anything I should worry about?" "She," she questions.

-She is eagerly waiting for you. -let go and smile.

We had breakfast in silence and then left for my mother's house carrying two escorts as always, I hope one day Donovan will explain to me in more depth everything about his family. (...)

-I want Donovan to know that I am very grateful for what he does for people like me, -and my mother knows that my little boss is the one who pays for her treatment for leukemia.

-My father also suffered from cancer for years and I promised to help every person who is fighting this war, I think this is something that has not united me and Dayana, -he comments. He is a good man. -My mother announces and she says goodbye to him because she is a little tired.

"Your mother is very good," she tells me, looking where she left. "She trusted that the doctor will do everything to win this war," she nodded gratefully.

"She will," she murmured. Do you want to know more about the house?-She nods and I give her a little tour, finally leaving my room, which is full of memories from my adolescence. "Cheerleader," she says, taking the photo.

-You know the typical blonde. -I blurt out making a gesture with my hand.

-You are not the typical blonde, since I saw your resume and you are very prepared... you speak several languages, you were the best in your classes and you even know martial arts-he says the last thing surprised.

"My mother always strived for her to be the best," he smiled.

-Mine too, but you see what she became later...

She falls silent and tenses.

"Hey... calm down," I hold his hand. "You don't have to talk about it if she makes you uncomfortable," he sighs and moves back to sit on the bed.

"I'll just say that my family went down after my sister's death," sadness clouds his eyes and I can't help but sit on his lap so I can hug him.

"I'm so sorry," he didn't know that he had lost his sister.

I never heard of a Miss Bristol in the family or in the press, I know what it feels like to lose a family member, since my father still died years ago and it was the greatest pain of all, then there was my mother's illness and I thought that I would lose. "He had a great future," she whispers painfully.

I kiss his cheek and caress the other while I look into his tormented eyes, I know there is more to tell but he is not ready to talk about it and I think I am not prepared to listen to this man's tragedy either because I am not blind and I have seen the scars that They cover his back for which I have never dared to ask what has happened to him, since I can feel that this is part of that strange darkness that surrounds him.