The Millionaire Saint – Chapter 7

Donovan Bristol

—Did your mother really tell you that? —Alexandro can’t believe what’s happening to me.

I run a hand through my hair as it is a way to lighten the restlessness that runs through my body.

akes.

this world but you need to get married so you don’t lose the company.”

r to marry,” I remind him of the obvious. Just thinking about that makes me lose hope of keeping my father’s lineage and effort.

our mother and everyone is happy—I look at him more interested than ever because something good came out of his mouth.

d that person?

ing what he will say. —That she is pretty, with financial problems and that she is not a woman who looks for love in you, —she lists each characteristic.

t’s all?

,” he comments, rolling his eyes.

.

on several things with Alexandro and that is that this girl must be professional and also make sure that she is someone strong for whatever it takes. to try to get in the way of my plans to

roll my eyes.

he job and I think that she should be included in my plans, therefore I will send her to investigate. .

(…)

are the same, it is something that will be mutually beneficial, —I announce.

at question.

g about.

dating…’ ‘That we’re dating,’ I correct,

ate.

it aside to look at me.

ing everything.

-As which?

here are no signs of affection so that everyone believes the story, I suppose he also wants me to be faithful to him and o

erself, but what does the sign of affection mea

to each point, —If you want this to go well you must include them…

raises her eyebrows and looks at me indignantly.

” she blurts out.

he murmured seriously.

our pen? —He points to the one I’m carrying and I hand it to h

signs the document and hands it to me.

g for her for this meeting, we say goodbye and I go to my apartment where I immediately take a shower and go to bed.

be capable of, I don’t want to lose my company and have my father’s entire dream and vision go to waste. garbage because of those irresponsible people.

r to be able to lower it, sigh.

s from this pill.

to fall asleep and I lie down again until the effects of the latter begins to take effect, I clos

(…)

ant to ignore the instructions either, so an internal discussion with myself led me to take my second dose, which should be when I wake up. .

week.

ecretary position. —I’ll send you to buy a new closet…

to buy me clothes…

at I think are necessary for our agreement, —she reminds him and she rolls her eyes.

t him do it.

t place towards my meeting.

ift uncomfortably in my chair as I feel discomfort in my crotch, I feel hot even though the air is perfectly acclimatizing the area.

n silent. “Mr. Bristol,” she calls me.

d a cylindrical structure to that side and make it more uniform and not so distorted, —a new engine is being designed for a commercial flight airplane and this is a great project for my company

ything else? —I deny and she n

one present looks at me curiously, I try to m

fine. Why do you

red,” she announces.

e nods.

ceable to leave here towards my office.

killing me.

the heat but it doesn’t decrease. I look at my pants and put my hand up to my belt to accommodate it, I remove the button and lower the zipper, leaving my white boxers free where my erection is quite noticeable.

rt, under my boxers and my member rises in all its splendor, I sigh for that release while my tip is red with liquid precum coming out of it without measure.

ck and so I can work in peace,” I think, I hold my member and start a slow swing throughout my phallus, squeezing with some force to have good pressure on it. I b

mess I have made, I look for the toilet paper and walk to it, I clean my hand dirty with my semen and then fix my clothes.

y it and then clean the stained mirror with toilet paper, I hope no one notices this, I leave the bathroom to walk to where some documents are that I must take to my office, the volumes and an employee from

ok at her and she looks at me, I nod towards her to leave that place directly to m

she is having lunch there.

oom? —I question.

Return another question and that’s polite, although I do it too.

as long as you don’t stain a document with what you eat

’t happen,” I nod.

?

ame,” he announces.

ant?

esire to dip her corn.

from him.