Falling for the devil

Chapter One- The first meet

Lily POV

Only 9 more weeks until I finally graduate and have something to be proud of. Standing up to and leaving my “so called family” was the best decision I have ever made. Since I’ve arrived in New York everything seems to be going great. I study what I’ve always wanted to, I have actual friends not the fake ones, I have a nice home I can call my own and my job at ‘Rubies’ where my bosses Isabella and Antonio have pretty much stepped into the role of my family. Who would of thought 3 months ago I would be this happy with my life studying Marketing, actual friends and working in a coffee shop.

After finishing up my final class for the week I hurry off to ‘Rubies’ for my afternoon shift just before the afternoon rush hour starts. As usual I am greeted by Isabella and Antonio with those motherly and fatherly hugs and also prepared lunch that I have to eat before I can start my shift.

As the afternoon rush hour finally starts to calm down I can catch a breath and clean up a little. Well that was the plan until the Italian God just walked right into the shop looking for Isabella. The loving Isabella she is greets the Italian God with so much love and then surprises me by introducing him to me as her nephew Marco, she has often spoke about him to me she has pretty much taken over the role of Mother for him after his parents were killed 12 years ago.

Those dark green eyes, tanned skin, obvious muscles and tattoos all scream bad guy which surprisingly doesn’t scare me at all it seems to do the exact opposite. My mind goes off into all these wild dirty thoughts of what he would actually look like without that expensive business suit on just as my thoughts were going deeper I am brought back to earth by Isabella telling me she is going to be leaving early to go home with her nephew the Italian God and needs me to finish the cleaning and close the shop for the day. Saying goodbye I turn around to get back to the cleaning when suddenly my arm is gently grabbed and I turn around and stare straight into the Italian Gods dark green eyes my arm from that one touch has my entire body on fire. With the ever so slightest smirk the Italian God tells me “I am looking forward to seeing you again soon” and with that he turns and walks out with Isabella to his flashy car but not without turning around and giving me a devil like wink. Now I’m stuck cleaning and those dirty wild thoughts just won’t leave my mind. My mind is acting like I am some s*x addict with all these dirty fantasies about that Italian God.