The Millionaire Saint
Chapter 21

Donovan

Bristol

I inhale deeply trying to lighten the pain that consumed my heart and feeling Dayana's hand on my cheek, strange as it may seem, was comforting, I was transported to an even less gloomy environment and with more peace. Her kiss on my cheek made me think for the first time that everything would be okay and the burden I carry is finally over.

"I hope that one day we will have enough trust to share burdens," I hear her murmur, she doesn't answer anything and my mind travels to remind me that I must ask a question that has been gnawing at me for hours. -Are you using any contraceptive method? -I question.

-OK sir

Bristol knows how to change the subject in three seconds, but I'll give you your answer," he pulls away a little to look me in the eyes. "I'm taking care of myself, you don't have to worry about that," I nod a little more relieved, since I've been too careless. "I'm never careless with what I do and I think I should learn to be careful in this," she nods.

"You're right, but don't worry, everything is fine and there is no baby, nor is there any baby either and I doubt there will be one," he says that last bit with some sadness.

"Can you tell me," I ask.

"It will be another day," he sighed.

I think that Dayana and I share a lot of burdens on our backs, destiny has been in charge of screwing up our lives and if God exists, I think he has fun approving us, but I only tell him one thing and that is that he got out of hand with every situation that we encountered. It has happened to me.

After spending a pleasant time at Dayana's mother's house, I offered to take her to her apartment and we agreed that in two days she would move into mine. Upon returning to the lonely room right at my door I found

Alexandro with dark glasses ready to play.

-What are you looking for? -I question, he turns around and I can see his slightly split lower lip.

I frown and approach worriedly to take off his glasses, his face is somewhat bruised and he is expressionless.

>>What the hell happened to you Alexandro?

"Let's go in," I open the door and he enters first, I follow him to the living room where he takes two glasses from my liquor shelf to prepare it with Whiskey, he offers me one and we take a seat on the sofa. -Can you explain to me right now what happened to you? -I question.

"Idiot Gabriel was what happened to me," he says, clenching his jaw. That idiot thinks he's the lord and master of all the clubs where I frequent, I don't know why he insists on being in my places, but I can't stand him anymore so I confront him and we insult each other and end up like this," he explains.

"I hope you left him unrecognizable," he blurted out.

"He'll have a swollen face for several weeks," he murmurs proudly. "You should do some audits on the account, that jerk doesn't work and lives wasting money," he nods.

"That's what I'll do with Sonia's account," I say, since if they get money they do it from my mother's account and I won't let them continue taking advantage of my father's sweat.

"Now tell me about the s*x," he says out of nowhere and I can't help but raise both eyebrows in surprise.

-That? He rolls his eyes.

"Don't act oblivious, I know you're f*****g the secretary and don't deny it because I heard some things," she smiles mischievously. "How long have they been doing it?" "Alexandro," I reproach.

-Grumpy Bristol, are you planning to hide this from your best friend? I can't believe it, I mean I've told you almost all the experiences I've had and you don't want to share it with your brother from another mother," he looks at me indignantly. -Was he that bad? I deny.

"It was better than I thought," I tell him.

-That's all you're going to tell me, right?

"A gentleman has no memory," I remind him of his own words spoken when it happened the first time to him. -Touch.

(...)

-Well, if there is nothing more to propose at this meeting then you can return to your jobs, -I announce and each person present does what I ask except Dayana. -Is something wrong, Miss Berlusconi? -I question when we are already alone. -If this job in Sweden is important, it means that you will have to travel there.

"We must travel," I correct. As my personal assistant, I will need her by my side, since it is a priority project and this aviation company needs good supervision, I cannot entrust this job that will take us to another level to just anyone, I add. -How long?

"It will only be five months until our part in assembling the plane is ready, but then we will return when it is ready to take off for its first flight," he nods.

"I understand," he murmurs.

"I don't see you very happy about this," I get up from my chair to walk to the one next to him.

"I'm glad that the company has such a project, but being away from my mother for so long is what worries me," he sighs.

-She's going to be fine... it's not for nothing that she is under the care of the best oncologist in the country. -I remember him-. She just has this work experience and she enjoys this opportunity that anyone would kill for," I add. -Thank you for that motivation.

He smiled and I'm realizing that I do it more often than before and that's something I'm not worried about doing.

(...)

-As I promised... you have your own space and you can redecorate the room as you like without any problem, of course leaving the expenses under my name, I clarify.

-Don't you think it's strange for some people that boyfriends sleep separately?

"It's strange, but so that no one gets suspicious, we'll leave some of your clothes in my closet," I comment since I can't leave any loose ends.

"Well," I say goodbye to her to go to my room, I shower and look for my pills which I took as always, I lie down while I open a book by an anonymous author and without a doubt her lyrics are gold.

Taking refuge in literature was a pleasant way to experience the world without having to explore it, although of course I have traveled to almost all known countries, but knowing and living the lives of literary characters is the best of all.

It is the best refuge where you learn the different ways in which you can cope with pain without needing to hurt others to overcome it.

Not only did I read erotic books during all this time, but also fantasy, black romance, sado, among other things that would traumatize any closed-minded person and I even got to the point that these authors were corrupted by dark beings, it is something funny, but damn the emotions that are planted in the lyrics can be brutal.

I sigh and can't concentrate on anything I read, it's like everything written here is my own life, but with more Korean drama and more miracles than the rose of Guadalupe, not that I have anything against it, but there is scene that exceeds fantasy too much with so much magic.

I leave the book on my nightstand and little by little the dream begins to take me to unconsciousness, but it also makes me remember the tragic night that haunts me day after day.

(...)

"Donovan... hey... wake up," I open my eyes, replaceing Dayana's worried look. "It's just a nightmare," he whispers, touching my cheek which is damp as well as my sweat-soaked body. "Sorry if I woke you," I murmur, running a hand through my hair.

"Don't worry, it's impossible for me to fall asleep," he comments and I just nod. Do you want to talk about your nightmare?

"No," I grimace, I don't want to remember that day and even less talk about it.

-Okay, I'll prepare some milk. Do you want me to bring you some?

"Thank you, I'll take a bath," I get out of bed and walk towards the mentioned place, I close the door and look at myself in the mirror completely disheveled, I sigh I haven't had nightmares for days and now they come back as if by magic, I guess the pill is now They do not work as they should.

In my mind I make a note to make an appointment with the psychologist to see if she talks to her psychiatrist friend to change the pills to another one that will have the same effect, I can't be having these attacks now that this important project is coming up. I undress to get under the shower with cold water to clear my mind, I sigh, resting my forehead against the glass while the liquid runs through my body as it pleases.

After the shower when I came out, I don't remember what Dayana said and I don't worry about covering my nakedness which was a mistake, since the blonde is in my room with the cups of what I assume is milk and she watches me nonchalantly. as if this situation did not bother him.

-Better? -She questions, I walk to the towels and wrap myself in them to sit on the bed, she took the steaming cup.

"Yes," she murmured to take a sip of this.

-What are the pills on your table? -She points out.

"They help me sleep and relax," she commented without giving more details.

I hope she is diagnosed by the doctor.

"I don't take drugs if that's what you think, I'm not addicted to them, but I need them to avoid crises..." I remain silent, since what I'm saying is the same thing an addict would say.

"I guess you figured out where your excuse was going," he murmurs and I clench my jaw. -You are not an addict and you know it, but if you continue abusing them they will take their toll... sooner or later, but they will.

-I know the consequences of using it and my doctor has told me about it-is what I say to end the conversation.

I'm not an addict and I don't plan to fall that low, but for now I need these pills to stay calm and remain a stable man who can run a company like this that involves a lot of pressure from everyone.