The Millionaire Saint – Chapter 11

Donovan Bristol

During the entire way we didn’t talk at all, Dayana fell asleep after a while after what she did to me, I don’t know when we went from doing that in my car, I hope the driver didn’t hear this whole scene.

“Mr. Bristol,” he calls me through the speaker, I touch the button to make the window go down.

ening?

arriving at the beach house,” I nod, look at Dayana and move her slowly so she wakes up. She looks disoriented and she looks at me.

hair, tidying it up.

me a little nervous.

don’t call me Mr. Bristol and second, I’m perfectly fine

the fountain to stop in front of the door.

’t notice my expressions of disgust that I usually make with my eyes, I hope this stupid weekend ends as soon as poss

through which an employee comes out to greet us, it is normal that my mother is not the one who opens and receives her guests.

the living room,” I just nod and pull Dayana’s hand so she follows me to that place where my mother waits with her personal bloodsucker.

tretch her dress, walks moving her hips elegantly towards me and gives me two kisses. —I’m very glad you arrived.

you take her gaze to my hand intertwined with Dayana’s.

were bringing?”

l as possible and not notice the strange new word in my vocabulary.

u, Mrs. Bristol…

” Fabrizio interrupts,

re tired,” I pull his hand to walk towards the stairs where Gabriel is coming down with his naked torso and a simple swimsuit.

mpanion, he smiles flirtatiously and it just makes me want to bury my foot in his a*s.

e reminds him, and he rolls his eyes.

the coldest way possible.

like she’s a piece of meat.

er.

Before I can say anythi

her to the room where she explodes with laughter. —Did I pass? “She,” she questions after laughing out loud.

t him s

d the room.

same room,” she announced.

’t mind sharing it.

na,” he raises his shoulders.

nd look at her calmly.

ised you that I would be there for yo

he company and have rumors spread that my girlfriend is cheating on me.

ve it? -ask.

ime to have s*x—Dayana nods.

Why do you feel so sorry? —I look

opic in my life,” I simply say.

I can help you with that too,” she proposes.

he comments.

man…

st because she’s a woman doesn’t mean she can’t ent

she wants, —she laughs very sarcastically.

ck their c***s in all the pussies they want?

t to address that topic—I know it would sound s

h those words,” he announces, approaches me and places his hand between my legs, causing me to open my eyes in surprise. —I am a