The Millionaire Saint
Chapter 7

Donovan Bristol

-Did your mother really tell you that? -Alexandro can't believe what's happening to me.

I run a hand through my hair as it is a way to lighten the restlessness that runs through my body.

"I can't believe I'm capable of handing over the company in which my father gave his life to that drone either," I drum my fingers on the desk while I watch the grimace my best friend makes.

"I can't believe I'm going to say this, but get married," I look at him like he has a new head, "I know I hate commitment more than anything in this world but you need to get married so you don't lose the company." "Of course because you want to lead a libertine life," I think.

-Are you crazy or what? -I question. "You've never seen me flirting or having a partner to marry," I remind him of the obvious. Just thinking about that makes me lose hope of keeping my father's lineage and effort. "Then against a person to marry you and that's it," he raises his shoulders. They make a two-year contract in which you make clear the benefits of this and you stay with your company, you get rid of your mother and everyone is happy-I look at him more interested than ever because something good came out of his mouth.

-Where will I replace that person?

-Look for her with these characteristics... -she pauses thinking what he will say. That she is pretty, with financial problems and that she is not a woman who looks for love in you, she lists each characteristic. -That's all?

-Professional, you can even make the typical romantic novel in which the boss falls in love with his employee," he comments, rolling his eyes. "Fine," she murmured.

What I will do is hire an investigator to replace out who I can choose for this commitment, it can't be just anyone and I only agree on several things with Alexandro and that is that this girl must be professional and also make sure that she is someone strong for whatever it takes. to try to get in the way of my plans to stay with my father's company.

"Well, my duty as a fairy godmother," she stands up to take the documents I give her with a poker face, "You're a bad boss, I'll lend you my secretary and you give me more work," I roll my eyes.

"That's it," I start typing on my computer to look at the document of the girl who arrived late because I think she is the only one who is suitable for the job and I think that she should be included in my plans, therefore I will send her to investigate.. (...)

-Miss Berlusconi, -I take out the documents and hand them to her, -This clarifies how long our duck will last, I am a man who keeps his words and I hope you are the same, it is something that will be mutually beneficial, -I announce.

-How does it benefit him that I am his wife? -I sigh because it was expected that he would ask me that question.

-My father's company is in danger and my only option is to get married so that it does not fall into the hands of others, -is the only thing I say since it is a topic that I do not want to be talking about.

"I understand," he looks at the papers that detail each stage of our "relationship". "He wants me to be his secretary and we'll figure out that we're dating... 'That we're dating,' I correct,

that vocabulary in a wife is kind of inappropriate.

"That's right, but I think this document is missing some things," she announces, putting it aside to look at me.

I frown as I took care of detailing everything.

-As which?

-After the wedding we are supposed to go on a honeymoon, there are no signs of affection so that everyone believes the story, I suppose he also wants me to be faithful to him and of course you should do the same so that they do not suspect the deal. -he comments, that's something he hadn't thought about.

-She will add herself, but what does the sign of affection mean?

-Kisses, hugs, holding hands and going on dates like a normal couple, -points to each point, -If you want this to go well you must include them...

"I can include hugs, a date, but I don't intend to kiss her," she raises her eyebrows and looks at me indignantly.

"I don't want to kiss him either," she blurts out.

"Okay," he murmured seriously.

-Can I borrow your pen? -He points to the one I'm carrying and I hand it to him. -When do you want me to go to the office?

"First thing tomorrow morning," he nods and we proceed to eat when the waiter brings what we ordered, signs the document and hands it to me.

When we finish dinner, I offer to take her to her building since I went to the trouble of looking for her for this meeting, we say goodbye and I go to my apartment where I immediately take a shower and go to bed.

I hope that this decision to hire someone to marry me does not weigh me down, if my mother replaces out that I did this I don't know what I can be capable of, I don't want to lose my company and have my father's entire dream and vision go to waste. garbage because of those irresponsible people.

The alarm on my phone makes me frown and I stretch my hand to it to see the reminder that I must start taking the new medication that the doctor prescribed for me, I sigh and get up to look in the drawers, I take one mouth and proceed to drink water to be able to lower it, sigh.

I wish I were one of those who do not suffer side effects from this pill.

He also took one to be able to fall asleep and I lie down again until the effects of the latter begins to take effect, I close my eyes and let myself be carried away by the darkness wishing that tomorrow would be a better day.

(...)

When I wake up I curse all the creators of the first medication I took, since it turns out that I woke up with that viscous liquid in my boxers, I know what it is, I sigh and get out of bed to go straight to the bathroom and proceed to wash my body. The effects are clear, excitement and constant erections, I don't want something like this to happen to me in the company and I don't want to ignore the instructions either, so an internal discussion with myself led me to take my second dose, which should be when I wake up.. "It's going to be a shitty day," I mutter as I finish dressing, I walk out of the room after leaving everything organized and take my car key when I get to the living room to proceed to leave the apartment. When I arrive at the company, my new executive secretary has not arrived, I touch the bridge of my nose and take a deep breath. Miss Berlusconi arrives half an hour after me, she apologizes and I give her what she needs to inform me about what I have for today.

"Her meeting is in half an hour," she announces. She grabbed some documents and quickly emailed her work for the week.

"In your email you have your assignments for this week, if I plan to make changes to something I will let you know in advance and please, Miss Berlusconi, I ask you to bring more professional clothes," he grimaces but nods, I don't think those clothes are appropriate for him. executive secretary position. -I'll send you to buy a new closet...

-I don't need you to buy me clothes...

-Correction, our agreement says that I can buy you things that I think are necessary for our agreement, she reminds him and she rolls her eyes. -Still, I refuse to let him do it.

"I don't accept objections," I stand up to put on my jacket and leave that place towards my meeting.

When I am in the meeting I shift uncomfortably in my chair as I feel discomfort in my crotch, I feel hot even though the air is perfectly acclimatizing the area.

-Mr. Bristol, do you agree with this design? -The young woman questions, looking at me waiting for an answer, but I remain silent. "Mr. Bristol," she calls me.

"It will need some improvements," I mutter, taking a deep breath and looking at the design. -I want you to add a cylindrical structure to that side and make it more uniform and not so distorted, -a new engine is being designed for a commercial flight airplane and this is a great project for my company.

-Noted, anything else? -I deny and she nods. -Excuse me for asking you, Mr. Bristol, but are you feeling well?

Everyone present looks at me curiously, I try to maintain my composure.

-I'm fine. Why do you ask?

"It looks kind of red," she announces.

"Get plenty of sun, don't worry," she nods.

The meeting ends and I sit until everyone leaves the room, I push my chair back and the tent between my legs is quite noticeable to leave here towards my office.

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I inhale and exhale, I lock the door in case someone comes, I look in the mirror and if I'm red, I splash water on my face trying to calm the heat but it doesn't decrease. I look at my pants and put my hand up to my belt to accommodate it, I remove the button and lower the zipper, leaving my white boxers free where my erection is quite noticeable.

It is not something I usually do but this is a moment in which I need it to be able to work without any discomfort, under my boxers and my member rises in all its splendor, I sigh for that release while my tip is red with liquid precum coming out of it without

measure.

"Well, this will be quick and so I can work in peace," I think, I hold my member and start a slow swing throughout my phallus, squeezing with some force to have good pressure on it. I bite my lower lip holding back a gasp, I feel hot, I support my free hand from the mirror when I make my movements faster, I breathe heavily with each second that passes until a small one begins to settle in my lower abdomen.

I put pressure with my tooth on my lip when, without measuring any consequences, I came, releasing my semen fiercely towards the same mirror, staining it with my white substance. When I finish emptying myself, I sigh and look at the mess I have made, I look for the toilet paper and walk to it, I clean my hand dirty with my semen and then fix my clothes.

I wash my face and dry it and then clean the stained mirror with toilet paper, I hope no one notices this, I leave the bathroom to walk to where some documents are that I must take to my office, the volumes and an employee from the cleaning area enters to the board room.

I look at her and she looks at me, I nod towards her to leave that place directly to my office replaceing my executive secretary eating at her desk.

I raise my eyebrows not knowing why she is having lunch there.

-Miss Berlusconi, do you know that we have a dining room? -I question.

-Do you mind if I have lunch here? -Return another question and that's polite, although I do it too.

"Not really, as long as you don't stain a document with what you eat," he pointed to her burger.

"Don't worry, that won't happen," I nod.

-Has someone called me?

"No, but his friend Mr. Bianchini came," he announces.

-What did he want?

"Well, he was just welcoming me," he comments, Alexandro always in his husky mood. I must tell you to stay away from Miss Berlusconi, I don't want my plan with her to be ruined by her desire to dip her corn. -Well, I look forward to her work-I go to my office without waiting for a response from him.