The Millionaire Saint
Chapter 34

Alexandro Bianchini

I curse all alarm inventors when mine makes me want to throw it, I kick like a child and stretch out on the bed. I open my eyes while lying in everything and nothing at the same time, which is strange, but that's how I am when I wake up in a bad mood in the morning. I get out of bed and walk to the bathroom, I wait several seconds to relieve myself because I'm a man and I have a p***s, it's difficult to pee with an erection without dripping all over the place.

After the happiness of my leg returns to its resting state, I do what I was going to do, I shower and come out with more energy, I go to the kitchen wrapped in my towel to prepare coffee, Azucena doesn't have to come today and I have to heat up anything or order my dinner from the nearest restaurant. Donovan was the one who fed me these days, but he's away for several months.

When the coffee is ready I return with a cup to the room to get dressed while I take several bitter drinks, I like it that way. I finish getting ready, apply perfume and take what I brought to the kitchen to leave the apartment directly to the parking lot. I have a driver, but I only call him when I have to go to important events, it is still raining and the street is busy causing me to arrive thirty minutes late to the company.

I enter and greet the girls at the reception, I turn around when I hear a small scandal and I frown when I see the boy from yesterday being held in a bad way by the security man, I walk towards the place. "Let go of him right now," she is surprised and leaves him.

"Mr. Bianchini, this boy says he works here and he doesn't have a pass," she announces.

"That's no way to treat people," he scolded. "And the young man is my personal assistant," I look at him and his face is red. -Are you okay Asher? -he nods-. I hope this altercation does not happen again. "Sorry for what happened, Mr. Bianchini," I nod and ask Asher to follow me. We get on the elevator to go to the floor where my office is, the sob that leaves his lips makes me look at him.

-Hey what's up? -I dare to take her face, looking at her eyes for the first time and they are quite striking green ones.

"Sorry, I didn't want that scandal to happen," I grimace.

"It's my fault for not making the reception clear about your arrival," she announced. "You shouldn't cry about that," I wiped the tears from her cheek, it's rare to see a man cry and even more so when he looks so adorable, Asher is twenty-five years old, but he looks very young.

The elevator doors open and he leaves it to leave followed by it. In my office I offer him water and a tissue to calm him down until his face is no longer red, but his cheeks remain a bit pink.

"Better? -nods and thanks. "Well, your work is here," I hand him an iPad. It is a list that is updated every day and if there is something pending you just have to go back, complete it and mark it as finished to continue with the new thing, you don't have an office for this month and you will have to stay at the desk that is there," I point out. If you don't like a magazine with different models in your drawer, don't look at the prices because that is the company's business. You will also find your contract, read it and sign it, it is detailed with your earnings, bonuses and royalties that you will receive for your effectiveness in the company," I inform you.

"I understand," he murmurs and then goes to his desk where he begins to read the contract and shortly after he signs to give it to me, I ask him to continue with the first things on the list and that when requesting my lunch he must order his.

(...)

-Alexandro, I will send my son with some chicken soup so that he gets better soon, no matter how much I try to prevent it, I had to end up surrendering to accepting otherwise I am going to die of hunger. It turns out that I have caught a cold, nothing serious, but I can't go to the company because I get a constant fever, with severe headaches.

Azucena will send me soup and I can't be more than grateful to that woman. I wait several hours before they announce a visit, I tell her to let her in and I get out of bed to lazily wait for her to come up to my apartment. When he knocks on the door I walk towards it and when I open it I am very surprised by the person on the other side.

"Asher," I frown.

"Mr. Bianchini," she greets. "I didn't know my mother was his worker," he announces.

"It's a small world, come on," I step aside and he enters, looking at my apartment without hiding for a second. "Don't look at the messes," I ask, since there are some quilts lying on the floor.

I pick them up and place them on one side, I hope later to take them to the laundry area, I sit on the couch and invite them to do so.

"First let me serve you," I nod and show him where the kitchen is, he returns with the soup served and I get ready to eat.

"Azucena, she is a wonderful cook," I sigh, I hope this broth helps me with this flu.

"She's very worried about you," she announces.

"Please, I've been asking you for weeks to call me Alexandro." It was difficult for me to get Azucena to call me by my name and I already see that her son is going down the same path.

"It's difficult, but I'll try," he murmurs and after that silence reigns in the place. He finished eating and left the plates on the decorative table on the sofa. "My mother told me that if she needs me to do something for you," I look at him for several seconds and grimace.

"Well, it would help me a lot if we worked from here until I get better from the flu," she asked. -Would you mind coming? -I question.

-Not at all, sir... sorry, Alexandro.

-You should not come in formal clothes, come as comfortable as you want to come and we can use my office. I would also offer you food, but even my water is burning," I murmur sadly.

-Don't worry about that. I can cook, of course if you don't mind," I deny.

"Not at all," I announce, we say goodbye and at least I can be sure that I'm not going to break my balls when I return to the company. I didn't ask this of my other assistant because her interest in having her again is still flowing. s*x with me and I just want to work so that when Donovan returns things continue just as he left them, I can't be distracted for a second.

(...)

-I hope for better things soon Alexandro," Donovan sends his wishes, it is noticeable with some circles under his eyes.

"You should sleep more," I tell him, he sighs.

"We are in the last days of the project and then we can go to a cabin I rent in Stockholm," he announces with a smile.

-Have you already spoken to Dayana? -Deny-What are you waiting for to do it? -I question.

"I want all of this to end, and then I'll look for the best way to tell him what I feel and portray my past mistake," I guess he means "Don't fall in love with me." "Don't be late," he nods

and We end the call.

He left my cell phone on the nightstand and in no time I ended up asleep.

(...)

When I wake up I do it drenched in sweat, I guess the fever does this to me. I get out of bed with a bad headache, walk to the bathroom and undress to take a shower. Last night my dream was strange and I don't want to remember it at all, since fantasizing about someone is strange and even more so when you will have them in your apartment in several hours.

I sigh and get out of the shower, I walk to the phone that rings and announces that Asher is coming up, I head towards the front door and the moment it rings I open it, he looks at me surprised.

"Good morning, Asher, come in," I step aside and the blush on his cheeks doesn't go unnoticed. I walk behind him and my gaze falls on his jean pants that fit his b**t. "F**k, no," I think to look. Up, sigh. "I'll go get dressed," I mutter to speed up my steps towards my

room.

I inhale and exhale «

After spending several minutes thinking about things like horse racing, my mind returned to mine and my c**k stopped bothering me, I dress in simple clothes and leave the room, finding Asher in the living room.

>>Sorry for the delay, follow me-we walk to my office, which is quite spacious and with many books.

"Wow, he likes to read a lot," he states.

"Quite a bit, I even forced Mr. Bristol to read several books and he ended up looking for more," I proudly announced. Donovan always told me that the perversities I read are going to rot my mind and now he also reads some erotic stories. -Who are his favorite authors?

-I'll stick with Marguerita Duras and the book about her, her lover, I announce, since it was the first one I read in my adolescence and I ended up immersed in this world of literature. In that story he reveals the true desire of any person who has a monotonous relationship and many married people see s*x as something based on reproduction, manipulation by their husband who becomes susceptible to his wife's desires when she gives him a little night. of relief.

Traditional s*x is not bad, but if it is monotonous, it is not necessary to include third parties to make it pleasurable and make a relationship functional. A man and a woman can choose to play in bed with each other, just like children in a play area, morbidity with each other and explore the body of their companion of many years as if it were the most exciting work of art of all, I think the best thing I did in my life was try the creations of the earth and not just go for a female genital.

I also do not consider myself a bisexual man, I firmly believe that I am a s****l human being and that where I can reach the peak is the best place to scream with pleasure, since although no boy says it out loud and sometimes there are masturbations that are more pleasurable than penetrating another person.

"I've never read it," it takes me out of my thoughts.

"I can lend you the book," I announce and he nods.

We concentrate or rather I concentrate on doing the best I can, since I have two distractions. The first is the flu that gives me a headache and the second is seeing Asher biting the brush of the iPad while his lips turn red when pressed against them.