The Millionaire Saint
Chapter 8

Dayana

Berlusconi

I don't understand anything about this contract with Mr. Bristol, he treats me like just another employee and assigns me jobs but he is still doing his part to send my mother to the best oncologist in the country, I can't complain, I have already been in the hospital for two weeks. company and without a doubt it is incredible to work here, it is always what I wanted but I also have that concern of knowing when will the boss want to collect what was agreed upon?

The only bad thing between Mr. Bristol and me is that even though he has bought me a new closet with all kinds of business and formal clothes, I continue to arrive late and dress the way I like, for example today I am late and I imagine what angry he will be. I quickly enter the elevator to go up to the floor where I will replace my grumpy boss, when I arrive I leave my bag on the desk and knock on the door of his office without receiving a response from him.

I frown and venture to enter without his consent, I observe the place and everything is perfectly ordered and synchronized from largest to smallest, I don't know what kind of problems he will have but he loves order. I look at his chair and there it is, I take it out of him, so I doubt that Mr. Bristol is sick. I hear a noise coming from a door and I look at the door where my boss is coming out. He stops when he sees me.

I watch his shirt stick to his body and he has some buttons missing, the condemned man is sexy but his arrogant attitude leads him to lose everything captivating that he possesses.

"You're late, Miss Berlusconi," he announces, snapping me out of my mental fever.

"It won't happen again," from here I can see how he rolls his eyes, walks over to his desk, places it on his desk, and takes a seat.

-I'll sit on a stone and wait for that moment, since if I do it on an ice cube...

-It will be melted by the time it arrives, I finish with this and he nods, for the first time I see a small smile on his mouth.

His phone rings and that smile is quickly eliminated by a grimace, he takes the call.

"Mother," I watch him touch the bridge of his nose, "I know what you said," he says seriously. And I've been dating someone for months... -Shut up, -Because it's something I don't have to talk to you about, - he runs his hand through his hair and seems to be angry. "I will present it to you in due course," he hangs up, "I will send some of the assignments to his email, he won't have much today," he comments and types several times on his keyboard, "You can withdraw," he asks and I nod to leave. over there. No doubt because of what I heard come out of his mouth during the call, his relationship with his mother. I notice in the email a three assignments which are to translate a contract from German to English, which I don't know is so difficult, so I start doing my work so I can finish early.

(...)

I finished the translation before lunchtime, sent everything to Mr. Bristol's email and received another one.

CEO Bristol.

I need you to take care of I lost my lunch also order what you want to eat and charge it all to my account.

Salmon with white rice and a broccoli salad, Shaow restaurant. Sincerely

Donovan Bristol CEO of Import Bristol

I respond with a perfect and call the restaurant to order what they requested along with my food, which is undoubtedly Sushi, Shaow's restaurant is very well recognized for its exquisite Asian food and having the opportunity to eat something from them is incredible.

When I asked for it, it was brought by Sam who did not miss the opportunity to ask me out but I made up the story that I had issues to resolve but obviously it was because of the deal signed by Mr. Bristol. Now I have to be content with my battery toy for a year, since I doubt an exception will be made so that I can have a moment of relief, I am in charge of carrying everything to his office and he picks up his desk.

He took what I asked for so I could go to my desk but I was interrupted.

"He can eat with me," she announces. I look at him doubtfully. "I must know more about you and you about me, so we should take advantage of this moment to do so," I nod. From what I see, Mr. Bristol does nothing that does not generate benefit, that man is undoubtedly a strategist.

-Do you want me to ask you or do you want to tell me? -I question to bring a piece of sushi to my mouth. Mr. Bristol looks at me and swallows what he is eating to move in his seat, sighs and drinks water.

-I'm thirty-one, my birthday is on December twenty-six, I was born during a small snowfall, I graduated in business administration at twenty and then I studied automotive engineering in Germany, I don't have siblings... Well I have a stepbrother but it's a long story that I will tell you in due time. I agree with what he says, -I didn't have an interesting life but that's who I am.

-What about your relationships? A man like you must have been somewhat moved in his adolescence," he grimaces.

-Turns out I was the nerd so no one approached me. "I've always been the one who drives after his friends got drunk, that's all," he summarizes his teenage life. "Tell me about yourself," he eats and waits for me to speak.

-I'm already investigating. What could I tell you that you don't know? -My question is a bit borderline but I already said it and there is no turning back, he sighs.

-It was something necessary, but there may be data that you don't know, for example, what she does in her free moments, her favorite food, her movie, her place where she likes to be when she needs to get away from everyone and what she does if she feels frustrated by something. -he argues.

"You're right, excuse me," I mumble and he denies.

-You shouldn't apologize.

-My favorite movie is all the Captain America movies, I know I'm an action fan girl, I like to go to the beach when I have to think about something or relax, my favorite food will always be a grilled beef and on stormy days for me "They are a horrible nightmare because of the lightning," I tell him and he is attentive to everything I say.

"I'll keep that in mind, Miss Berlusconi," he comments to which I nod.

Mr. Bristol and I continued eating and then each of us returned to his work matters.

(...)

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 how the company policies are, -as it is always necessary to opt for the law that always saves one from misfortune.

-But until...

-Honey, we enjoyed it and that's it, I murmur, I don't want anyone else to realize that I slept with him but that was before signing the contract with Mr. Bristol. 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 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 take several steps away to place what I brought on my desk and then I approach the door again, out of curiosity I slowly open it to take a short look at the center of the office where sitting on top of his table is nothing more and nothing. less than Mr. Bristol with his head thrown back while masturbating.

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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 my 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, especially knowing that I am important to your affairs." -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. He looks at me surprised by my insolence when answering 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 am not a rib if that is what you think," he commented, crossing my arms.

He raises his eyebrows.

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

-What will he do? Say goodbye? -He purses his lips, since he knows that is impossible.

-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.

It is impossible for me to talk about this with anyone else, I would never be divulging such a scene that I saw today, I never thought that Mr. Bristol would do something like this in his office, but one thing I am clear about is that: "His nudity caused my panties to slip.

"wet"