The Millionaire Saint – Chapter 4
Dayana Berlusconi
I open my eyes when I feel someone between my legs, I moan and immediately put my hand up to his hair so he can continue with what he is doing. In a matter of a second I reach my o****m, I sigh and watch the dark-skinned boy put on the condom but at that moment I remember that I have a work appointment.
“No,” I push him while he frowns, looking at me wondering why I stopped him, “I have to go,” I get out of bed to look for my clothes and see my torn panties lying on one side. “Lucky, I always have one on me.” bag»
leaving me like this? —He questio
t this date that cost me so much to get go to waste for a f**k, I quickly change my clothes and look at the boy whose name, if I don’t remember correctly, is Maicol.
ll have two hours to get to the interview.
f driving, the taxi driver stops in front of where I live, I pay and get out of the car to enter the building. I look at the sign on the elevator that says out of service, I roll my
od morning, —my handsome neighbor Charlie.
le dad in the building? —I look at him wi
well.
son.
raceptive methods that can exist: seeing other parents fight with their children.
ay, causing him to laugh.
eet home and I don’t give myself time to look at anything because I will be late to go to my interview, I walk to my room and go to the closet where I took a white pencil skirt and a black
otwear, she opted for black heels to match the top. Having all this, I went to the bathroom where I took a quick shower and then I dressed with what I had chosen, my blonde hair was wavy, I only tied it in
a lip gloss on my lips to revitalize their pink color, I smiled at my reflection and when I looked at the time that smile disappeared.
my eye “Great” I leave the room and in the kitchen I grab a apple from the fruit bowl and thus be able to leave the apartment.
may soon import airplane parts, becoming more powerful in the area. .
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gant place that the company ruins.
a small smile.
e with a visitor’s pass. —Go to the elevator and press the penultimate floor. “Good luck,” he mutters the
» I think.
o it, smiles at me and has a nice smile. I look at the man in a suit fitted to his body and the impressive thi
ty.
.
ol,” she comments.
ut,” he winks at me and I shake my head before the doors of the metal box close, which immediately starts moving to the floor I’m going to and I thank my guardian angel that this She didn’t stop anywhere, she sighed to
ity.
ing inside I observe how orderly the office is. This is sure to be from a man in his fifties, I think I should have investigate
the desk where a boy is looking at his computer and typing on it. As I remain silent he looks up from him to me and I can see his eyebrows furrow. “Miss…” she looks at his tablet, “Berlusconi, are you okay?” —He questions.
he takes a seat.
you are irresponsible,” I raise my eyebrows.
was only four minutes,” I remind him, and he intertwines his fingers on the desk while he looks at me expression
“It’s better that I don’t know the answer, since I do apply the ‘Time is money’ thing
her choice.
he won’t give me the job.
German and get up from the chair, “Thank you for the opportunity,” I feel a
er, —What happened? —Question.
eing late? —I question as I walk and he follows me.
have a little time with you,” she passed a hand through his, she smiled.
hs.
our? —She looks at me cockily.
d out of this visit to the company: a f**k.