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~Devin~

The replacement disappeared like a bubble popping out of thin air, and I am left alone with my thoughts.

She left? She fucking left? I fired her more than once, and this is the first time she actually followed my orders. Whenever she makes a mistake, I always fire her, but the next day, when I see my coffee waiting for me at my desk, my anger fades and we start over like we used to. Not that we actually talked about any of it, it was just a mutual understanding.

I dialed Ms. Green’s personal number, but she wasn’t picking up her phone.

“Fuck!” I cursed loudly. What am I doing? Chasing after that bratty P.A.?

Thousands of people around New York want her position and she just left?

I went through with the entire day’s schedule, the one Ms. Green gave me this Monday, and everything went well.

I went into my P.A.'s office for the additional documents I needed for the Milan hotel, but the blond girl, whatever her name was, wasn’t there.

“Where is she?” I asked Ms. Peter, the floor secretary, irritated.

“Ms. Baker left this afternoon, Sir, said she wasn’t feeling well.” With that, I stormed off to my office. Ms. Green was never like her, she never gets sick and whenever I need her, she is in her office waiting for me. I didn’t like calling different departments to consolidate their reports. Ms. Green does that perfectly, and I never got to commend her for her efforts, not that I ever would.

I dialed my sister’s number, and she answered on the first ring.

“What?” she hissed on the other line. And my patience is hitting a critical point for the day.

“Can I borrow your P.A?” I asked politely.

“No,” she answered immediately, without asking why.

“Eve, I need to finish the documents for Milan!”

“So? Find yourself a P.A.!”

She hung up after snapping at me. My sister never does this. Why was she suddenly being selfish about her staff? Before Ms. Green, she was always willing to lend me some help, but why was she being such a bitch right now?

I need a fucking drink.

Minutes later, I was at the pub, having a drink alone, at least not until my best friend Evan arrived.

“Sulking? Never your forte, Dev.” He took a glass and poured him a whiskey.

“Shut up and drink with me.” I tilted my glass and poured myself another.

“Whoa,” he raised both his hands, surrendering “who pissed your pants?”

“No one, just shut up and drink!” I told Evan everything, including my P.A. walking out on me.

“You should apologize to the lady, Dev,” Evan stated. “It wasn’t her fault that the paparazzi’s nose was buried deep in your ass, you know.”

“I know, man, but why should I apologize to my employee, let alone ask her to come back?” it’ll only make Ms. Green’s head bigger.

“Because you’re at fault, Dev. I do apologize to my employees after snapping at them.”

Evan’s words ring in my ear. Was I really at fault for snapping at Ms. Green? It wasn’t part of her job to fix my dates, but she didn’t exclude them either. This is so embarrassing. I was now standing in front of her apartment door at nine in the evening. Her place was small, and the building looked rusty and old. Is she not earning enough to afford a decent place?

I knocked on her door once and twice, but it didn’t open. Maybe she isn’t home. She had a life of her own after all, right? It’s Friday night and she might be out with her friends or with her boyfriend. Does she have a boyfriend? I don’t know enough about my P.A. to know what she does on Friday night. Am I really that bad of an employer?

“Are you looking for young Maren?” the old man beside me spoke as he approached me. Maren? Who the fuck is Maren? Is that Ms. Green’s first name? “If you are, you just missed her.” the old man continued.

“Yeah, I’m looking for Ms. Green. Do you know where I could find her?” the man’s eyes glimmered in amazement.

“She went home to Savannah, paid the rent for three months, and left for a vacation, said that there was nothing for her in New York anymore.”

Savannah? She’s from Savannah? I knew nothing about her. In fact, I knew nothing about my employees to learn where they came from before working for Mávros Enterprises. I don’t even know their names.

I went home defeated; I was so sure that I’d see Ms. Green and be able to apologize for my attitude towards her and have her back in my office on Monday.

The week went on with me multitasking on my job because the blond whose name was Ms. Baker couldn’t even put together a meeting with the board. She just needed to make calls and make sure that everyone would be in the conference room by nine. But no, I had to do it myself to keep my face held up with them. Even with the minutes of the meeting, I had to record everything on my phone because she couldn’t keep up with the discussion.

I fired her before the day ended. I need Green back in here for this Milan project to go smoothly. So here I am, on the beach of Savannah where my sister’s P.A. directed me to her whereabouts.

The beach wasn’t as fully packed as I’d imagined. It was my first time here in Savannah, and I headed for the address given to me. I’d never imagined a person working as my P.A. lives in a place like this. It was a mansion, probably eight or ten bedrooms in a Spanish-inspired white beach house.

I knocked on the big mahogany wooden door, waited for about a minute until the door swung open. It wasn’t Ms. Green, but her eyes scanned me from head to toe before giving me a sweet grin. Girls.

“Are you lost?” she asked in a sweet Italian accent.

“No,” I shake my head. “I’m looking for Ms. Green.”

“Oh.” her pale green eyes scanned me again, studying me as she tilted her head to the side. “Why are you looking for Ren?” she crossed her arms over her chest. Popping out her busty boobs in the process. I don’t know who this girl was, but she’ll do for me for the night if she’d agree. I like the way she braided her hair and her body is curvaceous enough for me.

“Who’s Ren?” I asked as I lifted the shades off of my eyes, showing her my signature wink and smirk.

“I know you.” She placed her forefinger on her chin as if thinking deeply. “You’re the arrogant boss. Devin Carlo Mávros.”

My eyes twitched in disbelief. Arrogant boss? Me? I might be arrogant, but no one has ever had the guts to say those words to me.

She huffed. “Ren is not in the mood for you right now, Mr. Mávros.” And she slammed the door in my face while my jaw literally dropped to the ground.

I stomped off of their porch and headed for the beach as I continued to clench my jaw and teeth in annoyance. How can she describe me that way, she barely knew me! Does Ms. Green speak of me that way behind my back?

Sure, I wasn’t as friendly as everybody, but I have my reasons. I need my employees to respect me, fear me so they’d do their job properly.

I was looking ahead into the blue waters and big waves of the ocean until I noticed the men close to where I stand looking into the distance in awe. Following their gaze, the water bottle I was holding dropped onto the sand beside my feet.

“Green?” I murmured out loud, watching the girl I can’t even recognize from afar to be my P.A.

She was wearing a skimpy black string bikini, which leaves nothing for the human imagination. There are perfect curves in her body in the right places. Her boobs are definitely not DD, but she’s not A too. Those perfect breasts would fit in my hands just right.

What the fuck?

Her brown hair, which I didn’t even know was that long, was cascading freely on her body, some locks sticking deliciously on her wet, tanned skin. Her legs, perfectly toned, and I never knew she had those because she always wears granny dresses in the office. She was holding a surfboard on her right arm and she bent over to remove the lock on her ankle.

“Fuck!” I hissed, feeling a tent slowly - painfully - building in my surfboard shorts.

I’ve never laid eyes on Green for longer than ten seconds because I didn’t enjoy looking at her lousy appearances in the office. She always wore thick glasses and horrible dresses. Who knew that a body like that was hiding behind those granny dresses of hers?

She looked up and locked her gaze with me, her brows raised in confusion as my feet walked on their own towards her direction. She definitely didn’t look confident in her perfect body as she bit her bottom lip as I closed in.

She was even perfect up close; her tanned skin was perfect in every way that made my mouth water.

“Mr. Mávros,” she said, and how I missed her voice. She was standing from one foot to the other as she covered her lower body with her surfboard. “Are you on vacation?” It surprised me to hear her speak straight without stuttering.

“No. I’m here to see you, Ms. Green.” Ms. Green didn’t come unnoticed by men. Who would? With a body like that, all men on this beach are looking past her skimpy bikini - raking her body, eye-fucking her, and I just wanted to cover her with my shirt right now.

“Uhm... Why?” she was still biting those lips, that fucking kissable lips of hers which I haven’t noticed since today. She spoke again when I didn’t, “I will send my LOR if that’s what you need.”

There was resentment in her sweet voice that tugs at my heart. Wait. No. No one has ever touched my heart since Mom. Little buddy’s head down there must be the one thinking for me right now.

“I don’t need your LOR. I want you back in my office, Ms. Green.”

Her brows arched in a mocking twist as her lips curled into a knowing smirk. “What’s in it for me?” she walked past me, headed in the direction of the beach house. I reluctantly followed her, watching her ass cheek lift simultaneously as she walked. That ass is to die for.

“What do you mean?” I asked, dumbfounded.

She didn’t speak as we reached the outdoor shower. She buried the tip of the surfboard in the sand as she stepped on the gravel-patched shower platform. The shower started dripping water on her body and as each drop hit her skin, my erection only grew harder as she gave me a first-class ticket to her bathroom shows.

Is she this innocent? It is either she doesn’t know how this affects me or she’s doing this on purpose? Glad that my Ray-Bans are on as I raked her body up and down and back again as the shower turned off.

“Oh, you’re still here.” Her cheeks turned crimson as she bit her lip again. I wanted to claim those lips the moment she started biting them earlier.

I crossed my arms over my chest. The way her green jade eyes raked my biceps didn’t go unscrutinized by my sinful eyes. I smirked. She gets affected by me too.

“I’ll triple your salary, Ms. Green.”