The Millionaire Saint – Chapter 37

Asher Jones

I look at my reflection in the mirror, I don’t like dressing in this shameless way you could say, I sigh looking at my best friend who smiles openly, Marcos and I have shared a friendship for years after meeting through an app date and we discovered that we were not compatible for anything else and our brotherhood emerged.

“I don’t like these clothes,” I say, I’m not like some gays who like to attract attention with revealing and discreet outfits, I like to keep my masculine appearance even though my features are very effeminate and my body the same.

ight,” he sighed.

om until my tummy hurts and I have to go to my mother so she can give me some infusions.

bar will

ll don’t understand why you didn’t succumb to your handsome boss,” I observe him in silence.

until someone arrives to motivate me to take the step.

a stud,” he looks at his red-painted nails.

t.

uestions.

ome on,” we leave

minds, but of course we all know that this is the fault of society that forces them to go for the “Normal” word. that should never have existed to classify people as natural because now they have taken the nerve to say that what does not reproduce is unnatural, I suppose that sterile women and men are errors of nature.

orals, are always the worst in this world of filth that they have created. People are evil and disgustingly damaged, with enough evil in their rotten hearts and that is what is going to end the human species.

ravity of the priests and pastors, hypocrites.

re,” he parks and t

” he says, and as I said, every day more married people resort to seeking satisfaction from others of the same s*x.

ht Asher? -sigh.

oks at me and then nods to let us enter the club, I approach Marcos. —Didn’t you have tickets?

ttle by little the music increases as we move down the hallway.

ise is infuriating. I think it was a bad idea to come here.
Asher Jones

ld say, I sigh looking at my best friend who smiles openly, Marcos and I have shared a friendship for years after meeting through an app date and we discovered that we were not compatible for anything else and our brotherhood emerged.

cos shouts.

s where, Marcos ends up abandoning me at the table afterwards that the man in the suit asked him to accompany him.

gins to have its effect, strangely enough I have felt watched for a few minutes, but I suppose that happens after drinking seven mojitos as if it were coconut water, I laugh at my madness. I take out my phone to leave a message for Marcos that I’m leaving and ask for an Uber for more security. I didn’t trust the taxi lines. I walk through the sea of ​​people until I manage to get out and feel the cold air hit my face.

ked away from the guy. I’m talking to you, faggot, – I don’t understand when people will understand that that word is not an offense towards us because we know that we are faggots, but we also have the balls to hit any idiot who wants to attack us, h

lance I push him away—. “Stay away,” he laughs.

,” she smil

y makes you look more inferior than any faggot,” he approaches and takes my neck with one hand.

u f*****g faggot,” he squeezes my neck, cutting off my breath, but he thinks I’m harmless and gets careless, I kick his crotch causing him to let go and then

least one faggot broke his nose.

exandro Bianchin

even though I haven’t seen him since December 30th.

a questions wh

p from my glass of whiskey.

an and I are fine,” she comments.

the office thing,” I mutter.

I nod so I can tell her.

can’t help but laugh.

have him increases every day.

ime was with a person almost three times my age.

know, but I can’t stop

was a lot of work,” she reported.

I nod and look back at his table, but Asher is not there, I stand up.

re she touches him again.

man, I can’t see that you can’t take it anymore,” I spit out the blood

ill him,” I blurt out, but he grab

I’m fine,” he murmurs calmly.

one questions and I turn to look at t

uestion, somewhat hurt because he lied to me in D

e returns with a first aid kit, he sits next to me to get alcohol and a sponge.

“This will sting a little,” she warns before pressing

away.

ping.

ened?

ar and I had to defend myself by breaking her nasal septum,” he raises his shoulders. I also kicked his testicles,” I wince in pain.

tic.

rt is stained with blood,” she reports, pointing.

h.

doesn’t

ts.

ith his hand.

and take off my shirt, leaving me with my bare torso. His look at my defined abs and pectorals doesn’t go unnoticed, but it doesn’t matter.

you a napkin so you can dry your drool? —I question and watch as

, sits down and puts his hand up to his head.

he mojitos—I can’t help but laugh—What’s funny to you?

ou, but I don’t drink a

e ceiling for several seconds, sigh, “How are you, Azucena?” —I question.

she smiled.

ha

m back.

hol and I separated myself from it.

when he trie

I don’t understand you Alexandro, you wanted me in your office and now you reject me,” he says, trying to get off my lap, but I stop him.

o not intend to be accused of that,” he blurted out.

you and I’m the one who wants to continue,” he murmurs, looking at me calmly.

-Sure?

-Yeah.