The Millionaire Saint – Chapter 12
Dayana Berlusconi
When leaving the bathroom Donovan is on the balcony of the room, which by the way is quite ostentatious with diamond-shaped lamps, a huge bed that can fit about eight people, a closet that could be my room, white sofas, the floor in polished marble and I think Mr. Bristol is very right when he says that his mother loves luxuries.
The man looks thoughtful, I look for my suitcase and I don’t see it anywhere.
the luggage?
t me, I nod and enter it, checking the above, he took the luggage and took out a completely white CH outfit, long tube-shaped pants that covered my feet while the blouse left my arms uncovered. and with a bow on the left edge of it that gives me an elegant touch, I put my blonde hair up in a slightly messy bun without losing elegance.
from the bathroom and I go there finding Donovan vomiting .
, I roll my eyes and bend down to leave small caresses in his hair, it’s something my mother did when she saw me vomit.
K?
” she stands up and goes to the mirror to start washing his face and mouth. He looks a little pale but I don’t continue to question it.
ith your mother.
akes it out of her and puts it on.
the office? —I question him, crossing my arms, he turns to look at me
thes…
make him take it off and then unbutton the top three buttons on his white shirt.
many jackets, —Donovan does what I ask.
ed to living in your office, t
himself.
ho claims to be her husband is there as well.
s tense, I squeeze her hand trying to give her some c
for you to go to the dining room.
of politeness that he does so.
out with his friends,” Fab
ed by the staff.
do you do, Dayana? —”Great,” I think, looking with my fake smile at Fabricio who was the one who asked and now Donato’s mother is on top of me.
ws.
—D
announces and takes a sip from her glass of wine.
,” Fabrizio says. They should change that rule, there are surely many employees who are in the same situation.
eeting.
her long?
u kept it very quiet
don’t like to broadcast my personal life, like Gabriel a
r’s last name… you should ask him to behave at the level of a Bristol,” Fabrizio’s jaw tenses.
he is not a Bristol.
d with my father’s last name to be causing a scandal and damaging the image of the company.
van nods without expression.
t my desire to eat what they have prepared.
(…)
ion, showing me the enormous garden with a pool included, his mother is a lover of rose bushes. The house is undoubted
ve in it,” I say, looking at the rose bushes that are illuminated by a light that gives it a very fantasy touch.
y day.
on the top floor of the tower?
of sunsets, I chose that floor.
Alexandro is it?
each other since we were in diapers,” he murmurs.
wind, even in this silence you can hear the waves of the sea.
to the beach,” I ask an
y eyes.
you done something wrong in
e that,” his gaze darkens as if what he mentioned tormented him.
adult.
while.
have fun,” he stands up. I’m going to the room,
also go to the room.
walk to the closet and get dressed in shorts pajamas since the night promises to be very hot. in this part of the country.
I doubt he can fit into since he is a big man.
ockery in my voice, he sighs and then walks to the bed to lie down.
ht Dayana.
ood night Donova