The Millionaire Saint
Chapter 32

ayana Berlusconi

I can't help but feel afraid about what Donovan is looking for in me, I'm not sure, but I still feel so comfortable when he is by my side and I know that he will give everything so that this is not lost. I never imagined that I could interest him for more than a simple fling and then end it all when he has what he needs. Now more than anything I feel that I have the need to tell him about my fears and also help him move forward as I promised myself to do.

-What do you think? -He questions, pulling me out of my thoughts, I didn't realize the moment he woke up.

"Nothing new," I snuggle closer to his warm body.

The fire in the fireplace has dwindled, reducing the heat in this part of the cabin. His hand rests on my waist and I turn my back to him so I can be covered by him.

-What's happening? -He questions, his leg intertwines with mine and he hugs me tightly, I sigh.

-So what will happen from now on?

-We will continue the same Dayana. Now everything we carry is more serious and just don't think too much and let whatever is growing between us continue its course," she proposes and then kisses my shoulder. "My former partner..."

"You shouldn't talk about it if you don't feel comfortable," she interrupts and I deny.

-Stevan was a good man, friendly, loving and also a good psychologist, he helped me overcome my problems after my father's death. Our relationship was going very well until we wanted to go further. -Further?

-Get married and have children, but everything went overboard the moment we found out I was sterile. Her face showed total disappointment and she ended up abandoning me just for being like that, she didn't let the doctor explain the methods to get pregnant and she left, leaving me there.

-He is a son of a bitch-I had never heard him say rude things, I think the last time was when they tried to drug me.

-But not everything was bad, he taught me to replace a way to release adrenaline and fall asleep without pills, I remind him.

"And you've done it with me," he murmurs. -Dayana, if you think that I will leave you now because I know that your chances of having children are low, I won't do it. I am also a man with fertility problems and all because of pills, but I made sure to leave my s***m in a s***m bank. -Inform me.

-Let's not talk about children yet-I know that with that information he makes it clear to me that he has enough money to ensure that we have children even if it is not in my womb.

"Good," I feel him smile as if he had won the best battle of all.

"Mr. Bristol," they call.

"Don't come in here," he protests before the person arrives, he covers me well. "What's happening?"

"Breakfast is ready," he announces.

-In a few minutes we'll go.

The person leaves and I laugh softly.

"That makes you laugh? -She questions.

"Mr. Bristol, I think you're too excited about breakfast," her hardness is very noticeable against my lower back.

"Very funny," she murmurs, pressing me closer against her body as if that were possible. Last night everything was different," she comments, changing the subject, I turn to look at her face and manage to see her blue eyes looking at me with quite an intensity. "I think the same," I caress his cheek and he kisses the palm of my hand.

Knowing that Donovan is like this only with me makes me feel special, his laughter dedicated only to me and that he is so reserved with other people. His happiness is contagious and what happened last night was unique and special, I thought it was very wonderful, caresses, kisses and kindness in every moment.

"Let's have breakfast," she sits down, hands me his shirt and puts on his boxers.

There's not much to do in this place and it's still his birthday.

"Shit," I blurt out when I see the blood-stained bedspreads. Donovan looks at me worried. "Don't worry, it's nothing serious, it's my crazy period, I'm sorry," I apologize for this mess.

-You shouldn't apologize, it's something natural and let's just collect everything here and that's it.

I nod and we pick up the quilts to leave them in the laundry area, I take a shower and dress in warm but comfortable clothes because whenever I have these moments of my period it's like my ovaries are split in two.

(...)

Donovan spent his birthday with me in bed, pampering me on my first day of the hateful period, a warm compress on my slightly swollen belly, and lots of pampering from the businessman. It's like seeing a totally different person when he behaves like a father spoiling a spoiled daughter.

-Tired? I question when he yawns.

"I was thinking about renting two snowmobiles to explore the surrounding area," he says.

-Tomorrow we can go.

"But you're going through a woman's moment," he looks at me with his blue eyes affectionately.

"I know, but this is just the first day and then everything slows down," I announce.

-I understand.

Right now we are on the bed in the room watching a Marvel movie, Donovan is careful when moving so as not to make me uncomfortable at all and his fresh smell relaxes me, it's like everything about him is a drug, but I still can't help it. compare him to Stevan who didn't care about my agony and made me see the "Pleasure" side of all this. That just made me sick and I didn't replace it exciting to f**k during my period and the worst thing was having anal s*x, that man liked to enjoy the pain and that made him a f*****g sadist. On the other hand, Donovan is attentive and I think that me being the first woman he's had something serious with makes him want to do his best, but he doesn't seem to realize that he's incredible just the way he is. I am very afraid of breaking his heart and I will always try to take care of him, I will not harm him and I will accept everything he has to offer.

I just hope this turns out well and I don't end up broken again. Donovan Bristol

I never imagined seeing someone suffer because of something about her own anatomy, Dayana spent the entire afternoon complaining and I didn't like seeing her that way, so I did everything I could to make her feel better. I slept next to her until late and the next morning she surprised me by feeling better, I asked her if she was sure and she murmured "Boss, your time for being the sexy nurse is over."

-Do you know how to handle it? -He questioned, looking at her seriously, I don't want her to get hurt.

-Donovan, calmly. "You make me feel like a child," I grimace as she avoids my question.

-Dayana. -Reproach.

-I know how to handle it, okay? -seat.

I get on the snowmobile to move through the terrain, Dayana follows me closely, I hope I haven't committed the biggest idiocy of my life by exposing it to the danger of crashing and breaking something. I know I shouldn't burden her with protection, but I can't help being this way.

We accelerated to take a quiet route and spent hours exposed to the cold, Stockholm is quite cold. We park in a cabin that serves as a restaurant, I approach Dayana to help her, we walk together holding hands and immediately we are taken to a table where they give us the menu.

"You should stop doing that," she says, looking at me calmly.

-The fact that?

Sighs.

"We're only a few hours into starting something that doesn't even have a label or form," she blurts out. "You become very overprotective," I sigh.

"You must understand me," I pause when they come to collect our orders. Every person I care about ends up dying or leaving my life, I don't want anything to happen to you Dayana, -take my hand.

-Nothing will happen, relax and enjoy every second, since in a few days we will return to California and we will have to face your mother, mine and the world that said many things about me and you.

"I promise I'll drop a couple stripes on me for protection," she smiles.

-I hope so, Mr. Bristol.

After eating we returned to the snowmobiles to return to the house and prepare the jacuzzi with warm water that expels its vapors everywhere, we got in there and our skin felt warm again, Dayana climbed onto my lap to kiss me calmly. "You're on your period," I remind him because it's not a good time to get hot and leave me like that.

"Relax," she kisses my cheek and her hands massage my shoulders, I sigh, letting my head go to the edge of the jacuzzi while she continues massaging and caressing my chest.

"Dayana," she reproaches when her hand takes my hard member.

-What did I tell you? "She," she asks, looking at me with her half-closed eyes.

I don't respond and I let her do it, she masturbates me and kisses me until I come, letting out a low moan in her mouth, she continues caressing me, prolonging my o****m, I sigh and bring my hand up to her neck to kiss her in agony. "You're like a demon," I say, looking at her eyes that look at me mischievously.

"That corrupts a poor man with a noble soul," she whispers, I kiss her lips again and caress her cheek calmly.

-A poor man who falls exhausted like the Tower of Babel before the sin that made him succumb to the eternal flames of hell, -Dayana only turns and leans her back against my chest, I dare to leave caresses on her belly and when I want sliding my hand towards her s*x stops me.

"None of that, Mr. Bristol, don't think impure things," I pout and kiss the top of his head.

-She will regret being a bad woman, Miss Berlusconi.