The girl put her hands to her mouth.
This must be the gluten she thought.
"Miss, are you there?" asked the girl on the other end of the line.
"Yes, yes, I'll be right there, give me the name of the clinic please," Eva asked as she left her apartment.
The young woman gave her the address and Eva hurried over.
"I shouldn't have let him eat gluten." She blamed herself, as if it were her fault....
When she arrived at the clinic, she went straight to the receptionist and was told that Demetrio was in detox.
Eva signed a consent form and went into one of the rooms.
Demetrio was lying on his back receiving venous treatments.
"Ahhhhhh!" cried Eva, startled at the sight of him. The handsome Italian's handsome face was swollen and looked like a monster.
Demetrio glared at her with hatred, if he could pull one of his grimaces at that moment.
"You look terrible, Mr. Demetrio," Eva said without taking her eyes off him.
"Don't interfere in his work," the Italian replied haughtily.
Ya! Am I his secretary or not?" thought Eva, but she didn't care, she moved closer to him and arranged the pillow for him.
"That'll be better," Eva told him, oblivious to what her boss had just told her.
Through Laureti's swollen eyes he kept looking at Eva, she was a very good person, despite how he had treated her at home, she was there, helping him without reproach, another in his place would have left him stranded, and how could she not? Yes, he had just fired her from her job.
"Thank you, Eva," Demetrio said as he took her hand.
Evangelina felt a tingle in her stomach when Demetrio took her hand, it was like a current that made her hair stand on end.
"Don't worry, Mr. Demetrio," she replied and sat down next to him.
"Can I have some water?" asked Laureti.
Eva stood up again and brought the bottle of water close to her boss's pink lips, as much as she wanted to, she couldn't look away from his lips that opened to take the liquid she offered him.
An image stuck in the girl's mind. At that moment, she imagined Laureti drinking his fluids as if they were delicious water. Her center began to throb hard and her panties began to get wet.
My God, I've never felt like this, what's wrong with me, she thought, shaking her head, trying to get all those dirty thoughts out of her head.
Demetrio started to move his hands anxiously to get the bottle out of his mouth, when he looked at Demetrio, Demetrio was choking on the water.
"My God, sir, excuse me!" Eva removed the bottle from Laureti's mouth, who was completely drenched....
"By God, Evangelina, you were going to kill me!" cried Demetrio euphorically.
Eva started laughing like crazy, at the Italian's look of disbelief, she was laughing because she thought she was going to suck him off and take all his fluids, but with what she was actually doing, she was choking him with them.
"I don't understand what's so funny, Miss Anderson," Demetrio said, trying to raise an eyebrow.
Eva took a calming breath, trying to control the fit of laughter she was feeling.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Laureti, it's just that I imagined something," Eva said embarrassed, lowering her eyes and biting her lower lip.
Laureti was looking at her, the damn apt giving her a horrible, painful erection.
"Goddamn it, Eva! Stop biting your lip like you're going to tear it off," Demetrio said suddenly.
"Excuse me, sir!" she replied incredulously, not understanding the reason for her boss's request.
"Excuse me, I'm here to give this injection to the patient to deflate his face a little." A nurse peeked through the white door of the room.
The Italian's swollen face was one of absolute terror.
"Is it an intravenous injection?" he asked in fright.
"No, sir, it's intramuscular." Demetrio opened his eyes.
"No, don't inject me!" cried Demetrio in terror.
Eva was dumbfounded to see her boss react like that. He was a man over six feet tall crying over a small needle.
"Evangelina, I ordered you not to let them inject me," Demetrio shouted euphorically.
Eva smiled mockingly at him and left the room.
The commotion in that hospital room was a riot, it looked like it was a child they were trying to inject, she even saw two nurses enter the room to help the poor girl who could not manage to give the injection to her boss.
After a few long minutes of waiting, everyone left the room.
"Is that all?" asked Eva smiling.
"Yes, Miss, we had to give you a painkiller," replied the nurse with a raised eyebrow.
Eva couldn't help but smile.
If everyone knew these secrets of the great Demetrio Laureti, I would surely become a millionaire. She thought as she entered the room.
When she was inside, her boss was sleeping peacefully and, in fact, his face was beginning to droop.
She approached him and contemplated his face, he was a beautiful man, his eyelashes full of hair, his thin nose, his clean-shaven beard, his blond hair smelling so good.
My God, this man will have some defect, she thought as she looked at him shamelessly.
She sat on the small couch, not knowing what to do, so she tried to sleep for a while; she hadn't slept well the night before and her head still ached a little.
When she opened her eyes, it was already getting dark, so she got up in a hurry, startled.
"You slept more than I did," Laureti said sarcastically.
Eva pursed her lips, there he was again, the arrogant and overbearing CEO.
"Miss Evangelina, please ask to be discharged, I am in perfect condition and I don't want to be here a minute longer," suggested Demetrio the arrogant general manager.
"I beg your pardon, Mr. arrogant", said Eva, annoyed.
This man is a pain in the ass, bipolar and rude, besides he is hotter than eating with his hands.... ...
Once at the reception, she asked to be discharged and in a few minutes they were outside the prestigious clinic.
"I'll take my car and you take yours, see you on Monday, Mr. Demetrio," said Eva, smiling at her boss who kept looking at her.
Laureti got into his car and Eva got into hers, but to both of their surprise, Eva's car did not start, as usual, which caused Laureti, who had not yet left, to get out and start laughing.
"You should buy a better car, Miss Anderson, you, the secretary of the most famous and millionaire man in the country, with that piece of junk."
Eva looked at him with hatred, she knew her car was a bit old and ugly, not to say very old and very ugly, but she had bought it with effort and that was what counted.
"Mr. Laureti." Eva glared at him angrily as she got out of the car, wanting to insult him.
"Mr. Laureti nothing, tone it down a bit, Evangelina," the Italian replied with a smile. "Come on, I'll take you home."
"And leave my car here? I refuse." She folded her arms like a spoiled child. She loved her shabby little car.
Demetrio looked at her with a raised eyebrow, wanting to tell her big deal you're leaving to sigh quietly.
"I'll get a tow truck to bring it home, you'll have it in your parking lot early tomorrow morning, but come on Eva, I need to rest, don't waste my time anymore."
Eva opened her lips, wasting time! It was he who drove her out of her house at one o'clock on a Saturday afternoon.
She wanted to curse, but she pressed her lips tightly together, she knew she had to control her tongue or this time she would end up on the dole, and she couldn't afford to be on the dole, not now.
He took a breath to control the curve and followed his boss as he started to climb into the grandiose late model van, and yes, his little car in front was a cockroach.
He opened the door and sat in the passenger seat, Laureti began to drive in silence, but to end up at the police point he was made to park.
"Good evening, where are you going?" asked the thin-skinned officer half a meter away.
Eva always noticed men of color, so when she saw him, she couldn't help but describe him in detail. Thick lips, perfect white teeth, black eyes and well-muscled.
Demetrio looked at Eva, who unabashedly looked at the man who bore a resemblance to Will Smith, but with a little more body. He glared at her, causing the girl to blush in embarrassment and look down at the floor as she fiddled with her hands.
"I'm going to take my wife home," Demetrio replied with a smile. The officer smiled sideways as he realized the situation, but Demetrio was serious, fixed in the gaze of the man who seemed amazed by the millionaire's alpha male attitude.
While Evangelina felt an electric current between her legs and her heart was racing, for some reason, Demetrio was furious, annoyed, about to explode.
"Okay, drive carefully," the agent said and let them go.
Eva, who had not stopped looking at her hands, looked up and with inquisitive doubt observed the CEO.
"Your wife?! Look Mr. Laureti I am nobody's wife," she reproached him annoyed. This woman was difficult.
"Don't flatter yourself, eh, Miss Anderson, I said that to get out of the way." Eva raised her eyebrow, annoyed. To get out of the way hear this minx.
"I won't tell you anything because I'm tired of fighting with you for today." Eva leaned back from the window and began to take in the scenery. Her boss was a real pain in the ass.
Demetrio smiled at the sight of her, she looked like an angel calmly observing everything around her, but do anything to her and she would explode like crazy.
They arrived at the modest residence, Eva went up to her apartment and Demetrio retired home, for some reason he was going to miss his secretary.
When he arrived at his grandiose penthouse, he handed the car to one of his chauffeurs.
"Wash it, please," Demetrio ordered, handing him the key. "Ah, Louis, see about getting a car that my secretary left at the clinic, send the car to be demolished, it's useless."
The chauffeur looked at him without understanding his boss's words.
"Demolishing?! Is it the car of the lady who came a few days ago? She's going to be angry, sir, it seems to be her only means of transportation," the man suggested.
"I'm not asking your opinion Louis, do as I say, ah, tomorrow take one of my cars that fits her size, and give it to her, and also the value of what it cost to scrap."
"Are you going to give it away, Mr. Laureti!" asked the astonished chauffeur.
"Yes... Any problems?" Louis shook his head, he had been working for Demetrio for years and had never given him anything, and it wasn't that it bothered him that he was giving something away to his new secretary. It was just that it was very strange.
He retraced his steps leaving his driver confused.
"You know something Louis." Demetrio thought to himself.
What he was saying, this one regrets it, the chauffeur thought.
"Don't tell him I gave it to her, knowing Eva, she'll make a drama, just tell him it was provoked by her being my secretary, ok?" Louis nodded his head still in disbelief.
As soon as Demetrio entered the mansion, he saw his father sitting on the velvet sofa in his house, he had a frown on his face, drinking a cup of coffee and with some papers in his lap.
"What are you doing here?" asked Demetrio disdainfully.
"I said watch your reputation, Demetrio," His father tossed him the folder with thousands of photographs with Tamara in a bar making out. Demetrio smirked, he was promiscuous and he knew it. "If my father sees this, he's going to have a heart attack! Is that what you want, for your grandfather to die?" said Massimo making Demetrio look at him scared. He loved Andrea more than his own father.
"Why do you say that, father!!! Why is Andrea going to die?" said Demetrio to him in a choked whisper.
"He has a bad heart, and you with your things are going to finish killing him, you don't understand that you have the press in the back of your head, you are twenty-seven years old, Demetrio, and you have not married, nor have you had a child.
"Stop meddling in my life, father, stop telling me what I have or don't have to do," Demetrio shouted at him.
"If I do it is because I love you, and it is not right for you to go from woman to woman, even worse with the company's female employees. If I hear any more complaints from you, I'm afraid I'll have to take over the reins of the company," Massimo spoke to him at length.
Demetrio shot him a look of hatred and went up to his room.
"Do you love me! Have you proved it to me?" wondered Demetrio a little brokenly.
....
When Eva entered the apartment, she made herself something to eat and lay down on the bed wearing only underwear, it was the only way to feel free.
"Your wife," Eva smiled, remembering her boss's words when he spoke to the officer.
Anyone would swear he was jealous, wouldn't they? Eva! Stop thinking nonsense. Her boss? Ha ha ha ha, jealous of you, not a chance, she thought.