The Millionaire Saint – Chapter 67
Donovan Bristol
I finish my black tuxedo outfit with a little perfume, Alexandro and Asher are going to go with me to the party, since I’m not that well known their lives are not in any danger. That gives me complete peace of mind to enjoy tonight, maybe have s*x or come home with a couple of drinks in my system. You never know how you come back, but you never know how you get out.
The theme of the party is that men must wear masks and women must wear their faces uncovered, it is something that I like, since this will keep the identity of my companions a secret. I leave the room and wait for my friends in the living room while I drink some whiskey to warm up from now on, Alexandro and Asher arrive after several minutes and we leave for the club.
e to time just to f**k, we have not become friends with benefits, Henry disagrees with me getting together with her, but she has no choice but to accept, I explain to h
simply tell him.
he announces, she doesn’t care if he doesn’t know their names, Nikita never asks too many questions and knows this world very well. I invited her to stay at my table, but I declined because she is waiting for some friends.
riends with benefits,” he nods.
cognizable,” I look at him confused.
been this way?
rved, — he simply responds.
equently have s*x with just anyone, —Alexandro shifts uncomfortably.
eyes very surprised.
-That?
death affected you to the point of not having a social life,” I grimace, I guess the kidnapping hit me hard.
to tell me or not. “I deserve to know,” he complained to me, sighing.
Berlusconi,” he announces. “Do you remember her?”
uestions.
or my drink to take a sip. “Was it important in my life?” —I question, as her face reflects disappointment.
over my head.
he could have been pregnant.
n perhaps have a child and that that woman may be suffering thinking that I am dead.
hare a look, but the only one who speaks is the
a very great life Donovan and maybe she is needing you right now, —the boy looks distressed when saying that and it shows. tha
s that won’t be answered.
ling forcefully. My head gives me several twinges that make me bring my left hand to it, damn it, I walk with my gaze lowered and I receive a push from someone sending me face first into the ground.
e going, a*****e)” says the masked guy, but I don’t have eyes for him but for the woman next to him, she’s Dayana Berlusconi, in a black dress that accentuates her waist, it’s something I can’t believe and my heart beats wildly when I look at her there, that guy takes her hand and they enter the disco.
y eyes, my chest burns.
r several minutes sitting on the pavement and stand up.
least deserves to see me, maybe if she’s brave enough to tell
a Berlu
with him, I don’t understand his insistence, but I know that it will do me good to go out
ion and am satisfied, I go to Dylan’s crib to hold him and pamper him for a while before going out and taking him to Mía.
d.
smiles and I limit myself to thanking him.
will be at a work meeting.
club, the brunette pushes a guy who falls face down on the ground and insults him. He took her hand to prevent her
avoid conflicts and also because that It assures me of future outings alone to other places.
r makeup, I walk to one of the stalls and I do my needs.
cubicle, there is no one
h or Russian. —Sir…
re you Da
omes out in a trickle, tilts her head covered by that silver mask and then takes her hand to it, I step back when I see it.
y cheeks, it’s not true, Donovan is dead.
shake my head.
ches and I step back against the wall, I can’
ends and I end up cornered against her body.
while looking at me worried, I can’t help but hug him.
d,” he whispered.
he tears continue to fall strongly.
ls me yes,” I hear him murmur, I separate myself a little to look at h
h the men’s room.
I caress his cheek.
e,” I whisper.
at man you came with? —He questions, frowning, he looks upset, I deny.
e’s our son.