"Demetrio Laurenti," he said at the reception without looking at the girl behind him.Evangelina rolled her eyes.Why would he be so damn arrogant? she thought and Demetrio smiled, as if he could read her thoughts."Side by side, as you requested, sir," Evangelina was surprised to see the golden keys in Demetrio's hands.He asked for rooms again, suites for him and me."Let's go," he indicated with his hand, and for some reason Eva was nervous. Since yesterday the Italian hadn't stopped looking after her in the best possible way, and that certainly made the secretary's hair stand on end."Rest, I'll be right back," he said, leaving her at the door of the room so that he could enter his own.Evangelina marveled at the taste of this suite. It had a shower in the middle of the room; the walls were made of glass, making it look like the bathroom was outdoors; the bed was huge with white sheets, and there were several pieces of furniture everywhere, plus a huge mirror on the ceiling; and t

As soon as he set foot in Florida, a car took him to the clinic. Andrea was everything to Demetrio, and if anything happened to her, he could not bear it." Dad!" he looked at Mássimo who was sitting with his hands on his face and was filled with fear. "How is my grandfather?" he asked on the verge of tears."He's stable, but apparently he has to have open heart surgery." Demetrio put his hands on the seat, feeling his world spin at that moment."Can I see him?" He asked and Massimo nodded.As he entered the cold clinic room, his heart tightened. Andrea was asleep and the monitoring of his heart was not as strong as it should have been."Andrea, you're too young, you have to get out of there," he begged.She squeezed her grandfather's hands tightly and walked out, her eyes filled with tears."I will not bear another death," he said to himself, sobbing."Let me know the day of his operation," he told his father, and left for the mansion.He just couldn't be there, couldn't watch his gr

Everyone whispered in the corridors nervously every time their boss arrived. They began to tremble with fear. Demetrio Laureti had become a cold and distant man, with no time for women, no time to fall in love. And that was because only one woman managed to touch the Italian's every fiber, Evangelina Anderson, his former secretary from four years ago; a sweet, intelligent, beautiful and capable woman. The best of them all, he used to tell her. The perfect woman.He looked at his silhouette in the mirror, his features looked more shapely, even though he was still a gallant, he didn't mind enjoying it at all. He was mentally frustrated. His precious friend had not reacted for years, and although he tried to use it on several occasions, he seemed dead. So, he decided to forget about it completely.He took one of his many cars, taking with him a bodyguard. His fortune had tripled, and now he was not the most sought-after heir. He was the absolute owner of the Laureti companies. His grandf

After putting the children to sleep with a story, as she did every night, she locked herself in her room, her body trembling, her skin bristling. It was as if she had been born to love him.She snorted heavily as she threw herself onto the bed."Demetrius," she smiled at the memory, but then felt her heart squeeze."And to think it all started with a bet," she remembered those words every day of her life, she couldn't forget that he was with her to fulfill a bet, a vile bet.He wiped away the tear that rolled down his cheek and wrapped himself in the blanket to sleep."You must be able to forget it, Eva, Demetrio must suffer as much if not more than you," she said to herself....As soon as dawn broke, Evangelina got up immediately, her body trembling, her nipples erect and her crotch wet."Did you dream of him again, Eva?" she bit her lip hard, how long would she desire him? It was torture for her every night to feel his kisses on her skin, only to wake up the next morning and realiz

As soon as Evangelina entered the house, she sighed as she stood outside the door. She felt nervous, like a teenager in love, in love with her first man and the father of her children."I love you Demetrio, I love you from the first moment you kissed me and showed me the pleasure of being a woman," she whispered touching his lips."What are you doing Eva, what's with the fuss?" Eva jumped in fright when she saw Santino at the door with his arms crossed."Nothing Santi, some neighbors with a scandal, but they're gone now, rest," she walked, by one side of him and ran up to her room running, like a little girl when she's caught doing something bad.She threw herself on the bed and smiled as she remembered Laureti, with that drunken face, making a great speculation."Could it be true that she loves me? Or at least feels something nice for me? If only I was able to tell him my feelings, and explain to him that Santino is just my friend and that my children are his." She spoke to herself i