After breakfast, he went for a walk around the hotel. Although her crotch ached a little, she walked the halls without stopping. The hotel was beautiful, Eva looked around in disbelief until her eyes marveled at the sight of a beautiful pool in a large room.
She walked over to it, wanting to get in the water, but she had no swimsuit, so she just looked at the young men who were throwing themselves at each other in amusement.
"Hey, ugly!", Eva heard someone call out to her, but even though she knew it was her, she didn't turn to look at the boys.
"Take off those clothes and jump in the water!" she heard again; she clenched her fists in annoyance at what the young men were saying, who were laughing in amusement as they taunted her.
You can't have no respect. She snorted.
She tried to turn around to leave, but felt two of the boys, no more than eighteen years old, grab her to throw her into the water.
"What's the matter with you guys, let go of me!" she screamed, kicking and trying to break free.
"Throw her in the water," laughed a blonde sitting on a lounger at the edge of the pool.
"Let me go, please!", Eva screamed again, on the verge of tears. Humans could be cruel.
A thick voice boomed.
"Let her go!" Eva looked in that direction, it was Demetrius, he was red with rage, his forehead furrowed and his hands clenched.
The boys approached him, leaving Eva on the ground.
"And who says yes?" the boys asked haughtily.
"And who says no?" Demetrio approached him, Evangelina was mute, trembling with fear for Demetrio's reaction and for the great fright she had been given.
"We are the sons of the owner of this hotel, if I want I can ask them to be taken out like dogs," said one of the brown-haired and thin boys.
"I want to see that, you little shit." Demetrio clenched his fists angrily.
"What's going on here?" a guard spoke.
Demetrio walked over to Evangelina, who was shaking at the moment, and took her in his arms. The two didn't fit at all, he was tall, muscular and well dressed, she quite the opposite, dressed like a hundred year old lady.
"Those boys, they were going to throw my wife in the pool," he grabbed her around the waist, making Eva feel her legs tremble.
"I'm so sorry, sir," the guard looked at the kids who were still having fun as if nothing was happening. "It won't happen again."
"No way, that's not good enough for an act like the one you just committed, I'll call the manager. No. I need to see the hotel owner!", Demetrio said loudly.
"Sir! The owner?! That's not possible, he's resting and I don't think he'll be bothered by this incident." Demetrio turned in the direction of the boys, who were laughing at him without taking their eyes off him.
"Mr. Gonzalez." Demetrio read the insignia on his uniform. "Do you know who I am?" he asked with a frown.
"No, sir, but...," the man tried to excuse himself. At that moment, Eva wished she could run out of there.
"But nothing. It's not the first time I've stayed in this hotel, do you want to lose a client for my guild?", Laureti asked haughtily.
"Calm down, sir, you called the manager right away, please wait."
"I don't want to talk to circus clowns, I want Baltasar Perroni to come," the boys' eyes widened in surprise to hear that the man knew their uncle Baltasar.
"Right away, sir, right away," the guard came out almost running. "And you, children." He glared at them. "Wait here until I return."
The boys grimaced in annoyance.
After a few minutes, a tall, red-haired, brown-eyed man appeared in the lobby.
"How are you feeling, Mr. Laureti, are you upset?" the man asked politely.
"Yes, I am extremely offended, these young men, they assaulted my girlfriend, tried to throw her in the pool and disrespected her." Balthazar looked at his nephews with the urge to murder him, the smiles they had when they thought Demetrio was just another customer were wiped off their faces.
"Come here!" Balthasar called to them. The young men approached with their eyes downcast.
"Apologize to the lady." Eva smiled, it was the least she deserved.
"But uncle..." the blonde tried to refuse.
"Do it now and then leave my hotel, I don't want disrespect and less to Mr. Laureti." The boys parted their lips, unaware that the man in question was none other than Laureti Demetrio, one of the richest men in the world.
"Sorry, miss, it was just a joke," they said in unison, then walked away.
"If there is anything else I can do for you, I will, you must forgive the boys' behavior, consider your stay at my establishment paid for." Demetrio took Eva's hand and, after saying goodbye to Balthazar, pulled her beside him.
"Thank you," Eva mumbled once they were alone.
Demetrio moved closer to her, cupped her face in his hands and whispered.
"From now on, you won't be alone, Eva." He kissed her lips softly. Eva felt her body tremble. "Come on, we have a meeting at the companies, Ivanov is waiting for us," he said as he dragged her to his room. "Shall I help you soap up?" he asked as he watched her enter.
"If you like," Eva said mischievously as she entered his room.
Demetrio looked at her with desire, he still couldn't understand how a woman like her could seduce him like that, making him feel like a bitch in heat.
He closed the door and walked in after her, who had begun to undress before his eyes.
The gringo's eyes widened, the woman in question could be a goddess without clothes.
He pressed his lips together, grabbed her and began to kiss her furiously. Eva felt her crotch throbbing and her body shuddering at the caresses of her boss, who had started kissing her neck.
Suddenly he turned her around and lifted her ass, making her lean on the bed with her hands.
With no time to waste, he pulled out his big gun and rammed it into her, making Eva scream in pain.
Demetrio approached her earlobe and, making small circular movements, bit it, making the pain of a few seconds ago disappear.
Eva's hair was, as usual, gathered up in a large balloon, which undoubtedly made the Italian's task easier.
He clung to her and began to smell her, that vanilla scent he loved so much intoxicating him completely; it warmed his skin.
Eva felt as if she was traveling from heaven to hell. The pleasurable sensation she felt as her boss rocked inside her flower choked her with pleasure.
"God! I've never eaten a sweet like this in my life," Demetrio said in another language that Evangelina understood perfectly.
Demetrio reached in, grabbed Eva by the breasts and made circular motions over them, causing Eva to cum immediately.
"Ahh!" cried Eva as she felt Demetrio take a deep breath.
He pulled out of her and slapped her hard, then pulled away, leaving her alone.
"See you later, we have to go to the meeting," Demetrio said, zipping up his pants as he walked out of his room.
Eva tried to catch up to him as he stepped into the shower, she couldn't believe that she had had sex with her boss. That he had asked her for her great treasure.
She smiled at his teasing to finish getting ready.
A few hours later, she was at the famous company. The crowd was huge. Eva felt her legs trembling with shock, took a breath and began to explain with the help of Demetrio, who intervened in her project.
The executives looked at her in silence, realizing how she handled herself and her great way of convincing them.
Everything had been a success, they had signed, and the next day she could return to Italy.
"Hello Evangelina," greeted the Russian again, trying to approach Eva, who was very entertained with some executives interested in talking to her.
"Hello, Mr. Alexander, good to see you again," she greeted politely out of politeness.
Demetrius approached them and put his hand on Eva's waist, which immediately tightened.
"Excuse me, are you two a couple?" the Russian asked with a frown.
Eva was about to answer no, but Demetrius stepped forward to continue.
"Yes, we are in a relationship," he gave the Russian a haughty look that seemed to disbelieve him.
Eva felt her body contract, the joy in her chest was strong, though she couldn't get her hopes up, Demetrius was used to having the most beautiful women at his feet and she, even if she wanted to, couldn't even come up to the heels of the magazine models she saw.
"I'm sorry, I...," Eva tried to apologize.
"Easy, now you're sorry, I have to go," he said calmly.
Eva looked at Demetrio who was looking in the direction of the Russian and asked:
"Is that true?" Demetrio looked at her, no, it wasn't true, was it? He didn't know what to say at that moment, he liked Eva, but he couldn't have a relationship with her. He had closed his heart to that possibility.
Eva's face saddened and she walked in front of him to leave.
Didn't he realize he was confusing her?
He kept trying to talk to her.
"Eva, please," Eva turned to look him in the eye.
"Are you ashamed of me, is it true?", Eva asked him on the verge of tears, but she swallowed her tears. Demetrio looked at her without saying a word, he didn't even know what his secretary meant to him, but this had gotten out of hand, he knew it had all gotten out of hand, the reason was that he had slept with her and proclaimed her his wife in front of the others without realizing that he was hurting her and also him who was not ready to have a relationship.
"You want to set your boundaries with men, but the reality is we are nothing, so why do you want to be a fucking alpha male? That's what really bothers me," Eva concluded.
Eva turned around and came up for air. She felt like she couldn't breathe, everything was confusing for the girl who only a few hours ago had been happily in bed with her boss and now doubts were pounding in her head.
The bodyguard followed her.
The bodyguard followed her.
"Miss, Mr. Demetrio has asked me to take you to the hotel, he's going to a meeting." They had come together and he was leaving alone! Was he running away from her?
The bodyguard took her to her room, where Evangelina tried to sleep, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't stop thinking about Demetrio, about that desperate feeling in her chest. She knew who Laureti was, why were her actions hurting her now?
It was getting dark, she decided to go out alone to a bar for a drink. She wasn't used to doing that, but she felt like she was drowning and if she didn't do something soon, she might die of despair.
She put on the best clothes she had, a long-sleeved dress that came down to her knees but was tight fitting, black boots and her hair pulled back as usual.
She left the hotel without the bodyguard noticing and took a cab, telling him to take her to a good bar.
Without knowing what she was doing, she got out of the yellow car, paid the bill and entered the most expensive bar in town.
It was a fancy bar where people danced and drank. Eva felt like a mouse, but her heart ached and she needed a drink to calm the craving she felt.
"A drink, please," she asked politely to the bartender, who immediately served her a fruit cocktail.
Eva tasted it, it tasted exquisite, but the bottom was undoubtedly just liquor.
She started to look at the tables and damn! It seemed like everything was against her, she felt her heart start to break even more after what she saw.
Her boss was sitting at one of the tables with some company executives and some friends.
He was a promiscuous bastard! He loved to say she was his wife so no one would come near him. But he also loved to have a few others left and right when he didn't say so.
"I hate you, Demetrius!" she spat angrily and took a sip from her cocktail glass.
He sighed deeply. She kept looking at him as she smiled coquettishly at people.
A man standing next to her who had been staring at her for a while approached her.
"Would you like to dance?" the man asked her. Eva looked at him, he was a handsome man, but he had a look of terror in his eyes.
"Yes," she said at once and stood up about to fall out of her seat.
She dragged the man to the dance floor, leaving Demetrio aside, who was dumbfounded at the sight of her and immediately felt his anger rise.
What was wrong with him, why couldn't he stop thinking about her? Yes, he had time with the girls, but his mind was on his secretary's round ass and those gray eyes that haunted him.
"Damn, she wants to kill me!" he exclaimed when he saw her dancing something strange with the man who looked like a mobster.
Eva started to dance sensually, the man, who was still holding his glass, took something out of his pocket and put it in this one.
Demetrio immediately stood up.
"What are you doing?" Demetrio took the flask and the cocktail and tried to give it to Evangelina.
Eva looked at him, still dizzy. But when she looked at the glass in his hand with the strange liquid, she understood what the stranger wanted to do.
"Don't be a gossip." Demetrio snorted, today it seemed he was supposed to be his secretary's hero and besides, she was the woman he had managed to love.
Demetrio smashed the cup in the man's face.
The executives with him were stunned.
The place turned into eternal chaos, the two men fought and Eva stood paralyzed, unable to believe what she had done.
After defeating the man, she wrote a check for damages to the owner, grabbed Evangelina by the hand and dragged her to the hotel.
"Let me go, I came alone and I'll leave alone!" shouted Eva at him. "Stay with your friends," she shouted back angrily, crossing her arms.
Demetrio took her in his arms and carried her as if she were a sack.
"If you knew how to defend yourself alone and not risk your life, believe me, it might be considered."
"Let go of me, you promiscuous fucker!" Evangelina kicked hard.
"I'll put you down, but you're coming with me, Evangelina!" he shouted, putting her on the ground.
Eva got down in annoyance and started punching Demetrio, who was trying to dodge her at all costs with a smile on his lips.
"You're a despicable creature, an animal!" she shouted at him, trying to wriggle free, but Demetrius wouldn't let her and held her against him, breathing on her lips.
"And I'm also someone fucking sexy for you to seduce me however you want," he grabbed her lips viciously. Eva wanted to let go and tried to, but her body reacted and let the Italian intoxicate her.
Eva looked at him annoyed, he hadn't seduced anyone, had he?
"You make me tired, one day you introduce me as your girlfriend and then I see you with other women. I don't even know what that is, Mr. Laureti, have you been playing with me, what do you want from me?". Eva tried to walk, but her fogged glasses wouldn't let her get very far.
"Let's go to the hotel, Eva." begged Demetrio earnestly as he dragged her along, he didn't know what to say to her, he himself didn't know what was going through his head.
Eva was shivering with cold, although she wanted to object, she didn't and agreed to go with him.
She arrived at the hotel and although she took off her clothes, she began to boil with fever.
Demetrio bundled her up warmly and turned on the heat.
"I'll order some fever pills," he called worriedly to the front desk, and they immediately brought hot tea and a painkiller.
Eva drank them and curled up shivering with cold.
Demetrio lay down with her and hugged her until her fever broke.
When Eva opened her eyes, she was sweating from the fever. It was still early, but Demetrio was not at her side.
He sat on the bed and cupped her face in his hands.
You knew you could get hurt Evangelina, you ask for more than he can give you, she thought.
She was confused, even though Demetrio made her look important, she thought it was just a hobby for the Italian.
She took a bath and went back to sleep, trying at all costs not to think about her boss, but dreaming of him instead. love? maybe.
...
A phone call woke Demetrio in the wee hours of the morning, he had just fallen asleep. He couldn't stop thinking about Eva, even though she was in the next room. He knew there was something else in his heart that was tormenting him.
Am I in love with her, he asked himself, unable to believe it. It had been a long time since his heart had pounded at the thought of a woman.
He picked up his cell phone, which kept ringing, and answered.
"Your grandfather has had a heart attack, come on," Demetrio was troubled by his father's voice.
Andrea was like a real father to him.
He got up and called the airline to get a ticket, which was a little more expensive, but he paid for it.
When the sun hit her eyes, Eva got up, got dressed and went out for breakfast, but she met the bodyguard at the door.
"Mrs. Evangelina, Mr. Demetrio has had to move up his trip and sends word that he will see you in Florida." Eva felt a tightness in her chest.
"He got what he wanted and left," she painfully assured, unaware that Demetrio's real reason for leaving was another.