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Dusan Vlahovic x Reader - Boss Me Around Part 4/6

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Reader is a former yacht girl now newly moved to Turin, Italy for her job as a real-estate accountant. There she meets Dusan Vlahovic, a former client of hers, a client she never thought to see again. However, with Dusan being Readers new boss their past becomes a liability. Nevertheless the spark between them still lives. This story is a romcom with both His and Her POV!

Enjoy!

The car ride wasn't awkward, it was just quiet. So quiet.

Dusan drove with confidence, one hand on the steering wheel. You watched him maneuver his car through the streets of Turin. The night was young. People roamed the streets with a hymn for the weekend. You on the other hand, was planning for a weekend featuring a desperate search for a new job. It was strange to be cramped into a space with the cause of your problems. He seemed so at peace however, zoned out from reality. Perhaps he hadn't picked up the documents yet. Then he would've know that you were quitting on him.

"Is it the first building or the second one?"

"Huh?"

You were brought out of your head as Dusan turned the corner, the car already rolling onto the streets of your apartment complex.

Dusan turned his head, seeing that he had lost you for a second. He smiled and did not mind repeating himself. "Should I drop you off here or over there?" He asked.

"Oh. Right. Over there." You pointed to the tall building shielded by the one you were currently parked by. Dusan took his foot of the break and let the car roll down the hill. Slowly. Almost as if he was biding his time.

"Strange." He scuffed. "I own this whole block of apartments but I've never once made it past the second floor in neither of them."

"Very strange." You nodded, eager to get out of the car. Dusan must have noticed this, because as soon as the car stop rolling and your hand streched for the doorhandle, a hand went to stop you from leaving.

"Dusan?" You frowned, looking down at his hand that lay flat against your thigh. He pulled it away seeing the startled look on your face, but that did not stop him from staring at you as if the whole world had gone dark and you were the only light left in it to guide him.

"I really am sorry." He said, his throat moving when he swallowed. "For being an asshole. I really am."

"I believe you." You batted your eyes, quite taken aback by how sincere he came across. As if he really cared about what you thought of him.

"You must understand my position in this. If someone were to find out about our past." He swallowed once more. "About what happened in Miami....."

"They won't." You nodded. "Don't even worry about it, because..."

"You're leaving me, I know." He sounded unhappy by the fact. Nevertheless he had found your two weeks notice amongst the documents and now the cat was out of the bag.

You sat back in the passenger seat, your gaze held ahead of you. "It's for the best."

He chuckled.

"What's so funny?" You turned to look at him. He was looking ahead, hands still clenching the steering wheel. In the light coming down from the apartments above you noticed it, his dimples. He also had a carved jaw, strong and set to crush lesser men's dreams. He was beautiful, but you already knew that. And the smell of him, it was awfully familiar, invading your nostrils as he leaned towards you.

"Hey, you okay?"

He touched you again. A light stroke with his fingers nipping your chin. He wanted you to meet his eyes.

"Dusan I..."

"Yes?"

"I...."

You were so lost in it all. The smell of him, his touch. It brought back memories. Good ones.

"Do you want to come up with me....?"

The dent between his brow made you unsure of yourself.

"For tea." You clarified. Who doesn't want tea?

Dusan's hand let go of your chin, along with his gaze that also faltered. It looked to be regret.

"Or don't come up for tea, it's whatever."

You hurried with the belt, fumbling terribly.

"Y/N?"

There was a slight drop from the car down to the ground, making you stumbled on your way out.

"Y/N?"

You tipped toe on your heels, moving quickly towards the entrance to your building. You felt embarrassed to the point of wanting to duck under your bed covers. Matter of fact, it's the first thing you'd do when confined between the safe walls of your apartment.

"Y/N, wait!"

Dusan was out of the car, quickly trailing your steps. You turned around to find him inches away from you, his chest rising with his heavy breathing.

"What?" You demanded, quite rude of you.

"I'm not sure I'm allowed to park here." He said, to which you frowned. "Huh?"

"The car." He pointed. "I don't know how long I'm allowed to stand here. But if we're having tea I should find a better place to park, no?"

Heat rose to your face as you were blushing pathetically. "You...you want to come up for tea?"

"Of course." He said, almost insulted that you'd think underwise. But then his face softened. "If you'll still have me?"

The warmth that spread through your body lingered and did not go away. You didn't want it to go away, not now, not ever. "Leave it here." You said, nudging your head towards the Range Rover.

"But won't I get a ticket?"

You search your bag for your keys, pressing, the tag to the entrance for it to open. "Don't worry, I know the owner of this place."

"You do?"

You held the door open for Dusan, but he was hesitant to enter.

"Yes, however he's a real asshole."

The corner of his lip tugged into a smile. Dusan looked to you in wonder, perhaps not sure of what to make of you. "You're a real smartass, you know that right?"

"I take that as a complement, thank you."

You slipped inside and let the door shut behind you. You were glad to see that Dusan was tracing his steps behind you.

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She was well into telling him about her plans for the place. How she wanted to repaint the kitchen and buy a brand new couch for the living room. Dusan however, was well into planning on when to take a day off from work, and where in Turin one could buy good paint. The best paint, since Y/N deserves it all.

"And then I'm sort of planning to remodel the bathroom. But I'm not sure how long that will take now that I'm..." She paused abruptly, staring blankly at him as they sat across from each other in the small but cozy kitchen, tea cups in hand.

"Now that you're what?" He asked, cooking his head with curiosity.

"It's nothing, nevermind." She said, and withdrew herself.

Dusan frowned. "No. Come on. Tell me. What's stopping you from renovating your new bathroom?"

She blushed. She tired to hide it but Dusan caught her flushed expression before she bowed her head. "Well I am sort of on the market..." She mumbled.

Dusan frowned. "On the market for what?"

She inhaled deeply, raising her head to meet his eyes. "For a new job, Dusan."

"Right. " He sighed and took a long sip of his tea. It was cold by now.

"I'm not even sure I can get a new job in the city." She continued. "I might even have to move to another town."

Dusan worried about the distress in her voice, the distress that he had caused. "It won't be necessary." He interrupted.

She frowned. "What won't be necessary?"

Dusan hated how she could paralyze him with one gaze. How one stern look from her made him question his whole identity. His whole manhood. "You won't have to quit your current job." He explained. "That is, if we keep our distance."

It would be hard, avoiding her. He could move her office to another floor. However the other employees would wonder why, especially Louisa. But what if he moved his office to another floor? Yes. He would do that for her. If it guaranteed that she'd stay. Stay with him.

"And if we don't?"

Her words echoed through the kitchen like a stoic citation. It lingered in the air as Y/N, kept her eyes on Dusan, waiting for him to answer her.

"If we don't?" He repeated with a raised brow.

"I mean..." She tried to refrace the question but the damage was already done. Y/N rolled her eyes. "I didn't mean it like that."

He smirked. "But you did."

"Don't get ahead of yourself." She stood, collecting their cups of tea even if Dusan's wasn't empty. She brought the dishes to the sink, dumping them inside. She turned to face him with an expression that clearly stated that their night was over.

Dusan did not protest, nor went against her desire for him to leave. But then he thought of something she had said. "As a yacht girl...." Her eyes widened with that sentence, not expecting him to bring up the subject. "You don't get paid to...you know?" He had no better way of saying it. "...you know?"

Y/N arched her brow. "Have sex with people?"

He nodded. "Yes."

"No. Like I said, I'm only paid to keep people company. Those are the rules."

Dusan nodded. Not sure if he believed her. He came around the kitchen table, approaching the sink. "But you had sex with me." He said, to which she sighed.

"Yes, Dusan. I had sex with you."

"So you broke a rule then?"

Her expression furrowed, not sure what he was playing at. Nevertheless, she carefully watched him approach the sink, stopping as he eventually stood before her.

"Why did you break a rule for me, Y/N?"

She snorted. "God, you're so full of yourself." She turned her back on him, preparing to do do the dishes, turning on the water. She gasped when Dusan pressed against her. His front against her back. He went to turn off the running water and the newfound quiet enhanced the sound of her aroused panting.

"Tell me the truth." He whispered, his voice in her ear. "You fucked me, even though you didn't have to."

"I wanted to." She moaned, her body slumped down against his chest, his stiff erection poking her in the ass.

"Why?" He demanded answers. "He demanded to know that it was true, that she had wanted him as much as he had wanted her."

"Because I like you."

Dusan turned her over, forcing her to face him. Her forhead knocked against his and Dusan grunted as his erection was now growing against the breach of her entrance, forcing her to shift her stans. "You like me." He chuckled. She spoke in present terms.

"Is that so hard to believe?"

He raised his head, her eyes on him. She was beautiful, staring up at him with innocence. Completely unaware of how desperate he was to tear her to pieces.

"If you only knew how much I want you too." He groaned.

She grinned. "I think I might have an idea."

Her hand slipped between them, searching for the length of him, squeezing it through his pants. Dusan stumble forward and groaned into her mouth. They came together with force, Dusan having to control himself not to knocked the back of Y/N's head against the cupboards.

Her arms wrapped around his neck, deepening the kiss. It was shamless and the consequences that followed would be severe. But right then and there, as Dusan's hands squeezed the curve of her ass, pressing her harder against his aching cock, he couldn't care less about the consequences. Tomorrow might as well not come. He would fuck her as if they only had tonight.

#fanfiction #football imagine #footballer imagine #footballer x reader #football angst #dusan vlahovic #dusan vlahovic imagine #dusan vlahovic x reader #juventus fc #juventus #italia #turin

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gurxreiten · 9 months

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#the gfs #lisa boattin #linda sembrant #woso #fav #juventus fc #italy wnt #itawnt #sweden wnt #swewnt #fifa women's world cup #fifa wwc

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dyclerc · 4 months

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Do you get deja vu

#paulo dybala #juventus fc #as roma

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ferrari-desmosedici-wwe-fc · 27 days

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What a nice weekend of football in Europe 🤩

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sl0t4matt · 3 days

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k. yildiz bf! headcanons

thank you to the person requesting i’ve been meaning to write abt him, he’s so underrated!!!

❀ bf! kenan, who was your best friend before you even started dating.

❀bf! kenan, who’s family tried to set the both of you up just because they loved you so much.

❀ bf! kenan that you were first sceptical about when he confessed his love for you, since you knew your friend doesn’t do relationships and usually has 5 different situation-ships. you never want to be just an option for him.

❀ “please, y/n just one chance i wouldn’t say this if i didn’t mean it, i would never want to throw our friendship away like that.” the truth was that you also liked him, but you knew you could never get in a serious relationship with him, according to the way he acts.

❀ he had to explain to you somehow that he does means it seriously, so soon enough he brought you to your favourite place. the place you and kenan had been going to since you were younger. the beach. he told you everything. from how he had always loved you but kept denying himself to now. he counts every single thing about you that makes him love you, naming even little things like how your nose would get all scrunched up when you found something cringey.

❀bf! kenan, that has always been the sweetest with kids and loves to play with them.

❀bf! kenan, that would tell you all about the new football players he’s been meeting. you’re so proud of him for making it this far.

❀ bf! kenan, that would call you turkish pet names like: askim, kalbim, güzelim.

❀ bf! kenan, who buys you a ticket for his games wether you ask or not. he just loves having and seeing you there. it also gives him way more of a want to score, knowing you’re there. you don’t exactly mind it, considering you always loved watching football ever since you were younger. (always watching it with you brother and dad) but now you especially do because it’s your boyfriend that’s on the field. of course you’re scared for his safety on every one of his matches but that just goes with it.

❀ bf! kenan, that takes you out out on fancy dinner dates every time he can, treating you like the complete opposite of his pervious situation-ships. of course him paying for the both of you. he thinks no woman should ever have to pay for a date. he’s a big gentleman with you.

❀ bf! kenan, that buys you cute lingerie. if he’s the only one to see it, might as well buy it!

❀ bf! kenan, that you would poke in the ribs and tickle every time you see the opportunity to. he’s the most ticklish person you’ve ever met, that makes it so funny for you doing it.

❀ bf! kenan, who only lets you do his eyebrow-cut because one: he doesn’t trust anyone enough to and two: he once fucked up bad doing it himself when he you weren’t there, so he’s scared to do it again. you never were one to moan about it, though. you knew he was shit at stuff like that.

❀ bf! kenan, who’s love language is kissing your neck, leaving you with loving marks.

❀ bf! kenan, that puts his controller away only for you, no one else. there were days where you would sit on his lap while he played his weekly fifa sessions with his teammates. you would grind your butt on him, teasingly to let him know to stop and he immediately did, almost jumping out of the chair.

❀ bf kenan, that takes you with him to turkey whenever the world cup starts. not only focussing on his upcoming games but also his girlfriend. he would take you to all different type of places. from the city to the small homey like towns beside the city.

#kenan yildiz #juventus #yildiz #arda güler #turkey #juventus fc

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vlahovic9dusan · 6 months

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#dusan vlahovic #juventus #juve #balkan #juventus fc #serbia #srbija #football #soccer #serie a #turin

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liverpool-enjoyer · 3 months

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Lord free me from the shackles of not having him in my life

#i wanna be those headphones #WHO SAID THAT #dusan vlahovic #juventus fc #juventus #juve

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marienml · 1 year

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Quel ragazzo lì è il più bello del universo..

#juventus #dusan vlahovic #juventus fc #vlahovic juventus #calcio #dušan vlahović #bello #italia #DV9

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raphoupix · 5 months

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Dusan Vlahovic - Juventus FC v. SSC Napoli - Serie A

#dusan vlahovic #juve #juventus fc #serie a #serbia nt #football #footballers #soccer #footballer #thighs

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melanieph321 · 2 months

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Dusan Vlahovic x Reader - Boss Me Around Part 2/6

Ugh, he looks so good 😮‍💨

Enjoy!

You barley had time time to settle into your new neighborhood in Turin, let alone your new apartment, before your first day at work. You were called into the office upon the same week as your arrival, with your boss eager to meet his new accountant.

"Mr Vlahovic is just finishing up a phone call with Japan. He will be with you in a minute." The lady at the front desk said. "Would you like some water while you wait?"

"No thanks, I'm good."

"Then please Miss Y/L/N, feel free to have a seat."

It was funny the way she frased that last sentence. You wanted nothing more than to be able to take a seat, or have a glass of water, however the pencil skirt you had bought in a rush did not fit you the way you wanted. It was too tight. One splash of water would make you look bloated and attempting to take a seat might split the fabric, revealing the fact that you wore no underwear to even fit into the skirt. Although the skirt went well with the rest of your attire, you had learned your lesson not to buy designer clothes without trying them on first. The measurements simply didn't match the ones in regular stores.

"Miss Y/L/N?" The lady at the front desk called.

You perked up.

"Mr Vlahovic is ready for you now."

Your heels clicked beneath you as you made your way down a long hallway lit up by the lights from the windows outside. It was a small office building remotely located from downtown Turin. To get to the office you had to either take the bus or ride another vehicle, like a bike. By foot it might be too difficult, specially if you preferred wearing heels to work, since the office building was located on top of a street hill.

You stopped in front of the glass door with a plaque on it that said D.V. da Boss. Through the windows you spotted him, a tall man with short cut hair, overseeing a stack of papers scattered across his desk. You knocked on the door not knowing what to expect, however you knew that your boss was fairly young for his attained position.

"Come in!" He called, without raising his head to look at you. He remained standing next to his desk, looking to ponder over the piece of paper in his hand. "You arrived just in time." He mumbled. "I'm trying to finalize my next project but I just can't seem to get the numbers..."

The man had gone to lower the paper that blocked his view of you, he then froze, eyes wide in suprise.

"You?" He said.

"Me?" You repeated, not really sure how to react to a man, fairly young and handsome, who's eyes wandered freely upon your frame.

"I..." He seemed lost for words. But clearly he recognized you from somwhere, but how, you wondered. You had never stepped foot in Italy before let alone Turin of all places.

"I didn't know that I would see you again." He said, the first sentence he was able to form, having stopped staring at you with such baffled eyes.

And then it hit you, his voice, that smile, those baffled eyes.

"Fuck me."

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Dusan tried to keep his cool, but ultimately failed to as the memories came flowing back. Summer in Miami. His two week vacation had been necessary but ultimately too dull for his liking. That was, until he met her. "Y/N."

"Yes?"

She answered him, hands clasped together before her, a sign of nervousness. He was making her nervous.

"Wait" He thought aloud. His new employee that he was supposed to meet today was also named Y/N. But it couldn't be, she couldn't be.

"You're here....this is such a..." There were no words to describe the internal shock that he was feeling. The girl of his dreams, the one he thought to have left behind in Miami, was now standing before him, looking incredible in her tightly fitted skirt. Fuck. Dusan lifted his gaze, knowing that she must have caught him staring.

"Ciao, ciao!"

Just then his assistant Louisa entered the room, making the situation less awkward than it already was.

"I see you've met your newest employee Dusan." She smiled at him, having previously told him about the great candidate that she had selected out of all the applications. Little did he know that Y/N had been amongst those applicants.

"Y/N got here last week." His assistant said. "She's staying in downtown Turin by the condos you bought last year. I hope you're settling in well dear, you can always call us if you need anything." She said, turning to Y/N.

"Thank you, but I'm all good." She bowed her head with courtesy. Something that caused a stirr beneath Dusan's bowels, a stirr he had to gained absolute control of if he wanted to come out of this situation alive.

"Y/N, has come a long way from America. I think we owe our newest employee a tour of the city, don't you think Dusan?"

"Um, I might be busy." He mumbled.

"Too busy to show the poor girl around town?"

Dusan felt heat rise to his cheeks as Y/N eyes looked to him. "I've got work." He coughed, feeling himself spiral out of control right then and there.

"Don't worry." His assistant said, patting Y/N on the back, leading her out of his office. I'll give you a quick tour of the city myself, let's start with your new office shall we?"

Dusan was left alone as the two women strutted out of the room. He fell back in his desk chair, spinning it around to face the windows. He rushed to open them, as well as the top buttons of his shirt. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. It was cut too short by his barber. He was very displeased. "How the fuck am I going to fix this?" He thought to himself. Because it had been a mistake hiring Y/N. The memories of last summer, how the two had met and the things they had done together. It could ruin him. He had to get rid of her, if so God help him.

#fanfiction #football imagine #footballer imagine #footballer x reader #football angst #dusan vlahovic imagine #dusan vlahovic x reader #dusan vlahovic #juventus #juventus fc #italy #italia #turin

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