His Italian w***e

1. Devon(Edited)

CHAPTER ONE

"Seriously, I don't understand why he has to be that hot and then be my boss at the same time," I cussed stealing a glance towards Devon, walking into his magnificent office.

"Honestly I think he was just sent here to punish you," Lily chuckled sipping her dark coffee.

"That's without a doubt true," I agreed, sighing simultaneously.

"Miss Badoni," His deep voice called. God! Why did it have to sound that sexy?

"All I'll ever be is just his f*****g PA," I sighed once again while placing my unfinished coffee on my mahogany table before walking into his exquisite office.

"The Norton proposal on my desk now, my coffee too, reschedule the meeting with the Lavingtons, cancel my family dinner reservation at La Bentra and... I guess that would be all for now," he added barely looking at me.

Honestly, it hurt pretty badly whenever he was clearly ignoring my presence. I mean, what the f**k? Yes, he was my boss and I respected that but what about a little bit of attention? It would not hurt, would it?

"Yes Sir," I muttered before walking back to my office.

"So?" Lily asked interest dancing in the hazel of her eyes.

"So he ignored me like he always does. I mean I get it, he is a busy man but he still gets time for all those bimbos," I huffed slipping into my seat but not actually seating.

"Speaking of bimbos,” Lily nodded at a model like girl walking into his office.  Judging from the dark red lipstick and the sexy, lacy dress, hugging her curvy figure provocatively, I knew damn well what she was here for.

Ugh! Why did my office have to be right across his? Every single day I had to deal with the f*****g jealous emotion cutting deep through me as classy girls moaned his name right across my office.

"That's my cue to leave. Porn isn't really my cup of coffee, “Lily smiled briefly before heading out.

I sat down on my swivel chair chocking back the hurt mixed with longing. Why did I have to be his PA? I wish I was one of those girls he f****d in his office every single day. I know just how pathetic that made me sound but I couldn't help it. I was so jealous of those girls. Hell, they were lucky to have a piece of him that they could gladly walk around bragging about. They were not like me, passing each day with fingers crossed, hoping that he would at least see me as a woman even for just a microsecond.

"Dev-fuck...mmmh...deeper... You are so good babe," here we go.

Groaning I covered up my ears, frowning in complete jealous, praying that girl would just burn to ashes at this very minute. That didn't help as the moans grew louder with each passing second. I tried to focus all my attention on my work but all my mind could think was Devon with his smoldering dark brown eyes and his glorious looks.

There is some girl writhing underneath him right now, holding onto that rippling muscled back as he draws her to ecstasy.

Unconsciously I balled the piece of paper I was holding, feeling suddenly so angry for wanting him. How can I be this awestruck by his goddamn sexy looks? He was never going to notice me like I keep hoping he would. All hed ever be is just a wish to me.

"He is really never going to notice me, is he? “I sighed in frustration leaning back on the couch.

It was ten at night and we had just finished watching Me before you. Lily and I had both long gotten home from work, had dinner and choose to watch a movie like we always do.

"Hey, don't give up," Lily flashed me an encouraging smile but I knew she was just being a good friend.

"Let's face it. I have been working with Devon for six months now, six good months. And all its ever been is him ordering me around like I’m his work dog. The first three months he was just yelling at me like I stole his f*****g heart then stomped on it and the recent three, he just went to absolutely ignoring me," I huffed both annoyed and angry at myself.

I should hate him but I can't especially when I have to think of those toned abs, or his shiny, oiled black hair sleeked back begging my fingers to run through it, or how he looks so hot when he was wearing a suit. What the f**k was wrong with me?

"Is this my cue to go and sleep? I don't think I can stand watching you fantasizing over that Greek God," Lily interrupted my thoughts.

"I mean I don't get it. Am I not pretty enough Lily? Wait, is it because I'm blonde? I should probably dye my hair red or probably black. Right?" I rumbled on.

"First nobody is dying any hair. You have no idea how much I wish I was a natural blonde. If he can't see how bad you've been longing for him then he is probably not the right guy for you. Who am I kidding? That manwhore is not the right man for you. Open your eyes, Lana. He may be so hot but he is still a playboy who does not give a single damn about you," she clapped twice on my face.

"Wait, what happened to ' you two would make cute babies' speech?” I raised an eyebrow questioningly.

"Well that was the silly me talking all that time and now this is the realistic me trying to make you see the real image behind his good looks, " she sounded almost like she was pleading with me.

Deep down I knew she was right but the Devon-struck me would rather die than face that fact.

"I’m not planning on dating him. All I want is just one good f**k," I knew Lily could see right through my lie.

"We both know you want more than that Lana. All I’m saying is that you deserve someone much better," She reasoned before walking upstairs to her room.

"You don't understand Lily. I don't want someone better I want Devon," I mumbled helplessly to myself.

Yes, I wanted him so bad it was driving me crazy. I wanted to know how it felt being in his arms and in his bed, under him, on top of him. All I wanted was him. I wanted to have a feeling of him, just him. I sighed desperately, inhaling deeply while closing my eyes briefly