Demetrio was lost in his thoughts, he remembered Alina, his college sweetheart, the woman he loved, who left him a few months before their wedding because she was in love with Santino, Demetrio's best friend at the time, although Santino told him that he saw Alina as a friend, Demetrio could not bear their breakup and took his anger out on Santino.
He was lost in thought when Evangelina peeked through the door. She looked different today, her clothes were old fashioned, but a little tighter, showing off those attributes he knew all too well.
"You have a video conference," Eva handed him the coffee mug and laptop to talk to the Chinese associates.
She hurried out of there; she had a lot of work to do when she bumped into Tamara again.
"That was you, wasn't it?" Evangelina looked her up and down. She was angry. "The one who told Demetrio's father and grandfather about our relationship."
Evangelina blinked several times, "Relationship, what do you mean, what relationship?
"I don't know what you're talking about," Eva fixed her glasses as usual and walked past her, sideways.
Tamara grabbed her arm and pulled her to herself.
"You're a little dead fly, everyone knows by now that you tricked Demetrio into buying you a car, you're a..."
"Tamara, you'd better keep calm, you hear me or I don't answer!" Eva turned and pointed her finger at her.
She walked into her office, closed the door and organized her papers, when the door to her office opened. Evangelina rolled her eyes, thinking it was Tamara again, but a smile immediately escaped her when she saw Santino.
"Mousey," said Santino, who looked spectacular. He was wearing a tight T-shirt that showed off his pecs.
"Love, you came!" Eva ran to him and hugged him tightly.
"Evangelina, I'm done with the documents..." Demetrio came through the door at that moment and saw the scene with Santino. Anger invaded his being.
"What are you doing here?" asked Demetrio contemptuously.
"Do you two know each other?" asked Eva looking at both of them, especially her friend who had told her that she didn't know him.
"That's not your problem Laureti," Santino reproached her without looking at her. "I'll wait for you to eat together, little mouse," Santino said, kissing the secretary's cheeks.
Demetrio clenched his fists in rage, he could swear smoke was coming out of his eyes, fire and anger consuming him.
"Santino," Demetrio grimaced. "You came here to do a job, do it and stop bothering my secretary," Demetrio's eyes radiated hatred, he wanted to murder the man with his bare hands.
Santino smiled sideways and approached him, coming right up to his height;
"You'd better stay away from Eva", whispered Demetrio so low that Eva couldn't hear him.
Demetrio was about to tell her something else, he was killing himself, the rage consumed him and the hatred he felt was even greater than years before.
When he was left alone with Evangelina, he approached her like a predator, closed the door and slammed it against the small desk.
"Tell me something, Miss Evangelina," Demetrio said glued to her lips.
Eva started to tremble, she wanted to raise her hand and slap him, but she was too busy trying to breathe with her boss's minty breath on her face and the delicious perfume sneaking directly into her nostrils.
"He's my best friend, Mr. Demetrio," Eva replied haltingly, trying to keep her emotions under control.
The poor secretary's panties were starting to get soaked, her pale white cheeks were red, her hands were sweating and she could almost feel her heart in her mouth.
"I don't believe in that best friend thing, Evangelina, she certainly didn't try to stick her hand in here." Eva's eyes widened as she felt her boss's hand reach up her skirt and grab her little flower.
"I... Mr. Laureti," Eva tried to speak loudly, but her voice sounded like a whisper.
"I'm not going to give you the pleasure of testing me," he said arrogantly, pulling his hand out, a little damp from the liquid running through the poor fabric.
He walked out of the office with a smile of victory on his face, looking down at Evangelina's wet panties. This meant only one thing and that was that she wanted it too.
He headed to his private bathroom and began massaging his big gun. He had never done that before, as women were no problem for the Italian, but for some reason his ugly secretary had given him those feelings.
After Demetrio left the office, Eva fixed her clothes, still scared to death.
She was aware that she liked her boss, she was aware that he was promiscuous, the worst of them all, but she couldn't fool herself anymore, she was crazy about him, crazy that he would stick his fingers under her skirt and make her moan, because Demetrio Laureti was the sexiest, most beautiful, beautiful, arrogant, shameless and fucking attractive man she had ever seen.
"My God, I'm lost!", Eva put her hands to her lips. She could still feel her flower throbbing hard.
She tried to forget about it, it had been too much excitement for her, so she went straight to work, trying to avoid her boss all afternoon. ....
When lunchtime came, she almost ran to the cafeteria. She was sure Santino was waiting for her there, and as soon as she saw him, she walked up to him and covered his eyes from behind.
"Evangelina from the Anderson Roses," Santino said, causing Eva to burst out laughing so hard that everyone around her turned to look at her.
They sat down to eat together, in between conversation. Eva's time slipped away when she remembered that her arrogant, overbearing boss was already there to remind her.
"Miss Anderson, your meal is over," Demetrio looked at the clock. "It's been half an hour and I need you to review these documents." Everyone turned to look at Demetrio, he had never entered the company cafeteria, the only two times it was to look for his secretary.
"Ok, go with him, see you at home," Santino said without looking at Demetrio who at that moment wanted to murder him, he was giving orders to his secretary as if he was her husband or her owner. Demetrio felt fire coming out of his eyes.
What was that feeling in his body, jealousy? It can't be, you're going crazy, he thought.
He grabbed Eva by the arm and almost dragged her into his office. Tamara and the reception girls in front of the president's office watched the scene in disbelief, but Demetrio was so excited that at that moment he didn't care at all.
"Tell me something, Miss Evangelina," Demetrio closed the door.
Eva, annoyed, folded her arms and waited impatiently for him to finish. She waved her leg vigorously in impatience.
"Are you used to such displays of affection in a cafeteria?" he approached her, who had started to turn away from him, she was drawing strength from where she had none, yes, she loved her boss, but if there was one thing she was very clear about it was that she was not going to be anyone's plaything.
"Look, Mr. Laureti," she adjusted her glasses and paced back and forth as she always did when she was angry. "I tolerated you kissing me, without my consent, of course." Demetrius parted his lips, if there was one thing he was sure of it was that women were dying to kiss him, so why shouldn't she? "You've touched my little pink flower." Demetrius smiled sideways, hearing the color and size of the sweet he so wanted to taste. "You've done a myriad of things I've allowed you to do, but no more," Eva spoke bluntly. "It won't ruin my relationship with Santino."
Demetrio looked at Eva. He felt the rage take hold of him, he was the fucking CEO of the most important companies, the heir of the Laureti, the one and only, the most coveted man in America and even in Italy, and she, his secretary, scorned him in that cruel way.
He approached her silently, trying at all costs not to let his anger get the better of him, and said:
"I don't care about your fucking life, Evangelina Anderson, as long as you are in my company, I want you at my command!" Demetrio shouted loudly, making Eva's legs tremble, at the same time that an electricity ran up her thick thighs, it was as if seeing him like that, red, jealous and furious, provoked an inexplicable excitement in her.
Eva swallowed hard; she had never seen her boss so excited and euphoric. She stormed out of the office and returned to her own office.
That day the work increased more than usual, Demetrio forced her to perform her tasks with exigency and even doubled her working hours for the following days, Evangelina was agitated, tired, so much so that she had thought of resigning.
"I can't take it anymore..." Eva entered her boss's office without knocking.
"Miss Anderson, I've told you a thousand times to knock," Demetrio answered, and at that moment Evangelina saw Tamara coming out from under the desk, wiping her lips.
"How disgusting!", Eva blurted out, covering her eyes and turning around.
"Go away Tamara, leave me alone with my secretary," Demetrio ordered with a deep look so that his receptionist would not hesitate.
Eva crossed her arms, that was the height of brazenness, although she would have loved to be the one on her knees drinking her boss's nectar, but no, she couldn't go and hand over her precious treasure to that man who was taking women left and right.
Demetrio approached her with the intention of seducing her, he knew he was driving her crazy, although she tried to deny it, she was crazy for her boss to give her an oral or vice versa.
"I quit!" shouted Eva in Demetrio's face and walked out slamming the door loudly.
Demetrio froze, expecting a tantrum, a slap, expecting anything but to quit.
"It's just an impulse," Demetrio tried to convince himself, but when he looked out the window of his office, he could see her take a cab, leaving even the car Demetrio had given her parked there.
The Italian put his hands to his chest, what would he do without Evangelina? She was not only responsible for the implementation of the project with the Chinese, she was also his right hand, she was not just a secretary, she was the best.
"Well, it's her loss," Demetrio said arrogantly and headed to the personnel department to ask for a new one, although deep down he wished Eva would come to her senses and come back. But he wasn't going to give in.
The next day, there was already a list of candidates for the position of executive secretary, and he began interviewing them one by one.
Some were simply too obedient, some too pretty, and some too perfect, because none of them were Evangelina Anderson!
"It's too suggestive, don't you think?", Demetrio asked Antonio, who was standing next to him with a smile.
"If that's what you liked the most, since when do you look for a secretary for her intelligence?", Antonio said with a smirk.
Demetrio thought for a moment, he wasn't looking for just any secretary, without realizing it he was looking for Evangelina among those girls.
"I have to find a way to get her back," Demetrio mused, just as his father entered his office.
"Antonio, leave us alone," he said to Antonio, then looked at the Italian who folded his arms. "You better bring back Miss Anderson, Demetrio Laureti, I remind you that she is not only your secretary, she is the next engineer of this plant, if tomorrow she is not here in the company, forget about your inheritance," Massimo spoke with determination.
Demetrio gripped his hair in frustration, when his father was angry, he followed through on his words, so he was sure they meant what they said.
He left the office and drove his car to Evangelina's apartment, but his world came to a halt when a neighbor informed him that she had left very early with a suitcase.