"You are so hot, doll," He gruffed. "I have no idea how I managed to hold on for a fucking week." "So you find me attractive?" I half-moaned and half-asked. "Attractive is an understatement," Niccolo mumbled against my tit. "You are the sexiest woman I've ever laid eyes on." Pleasure tinged with elation simmered within me at his response, causing my panties to become more saturated with addictive lust. "I want to eat you out, doll," Niccolo uttered, as he removed his mouth from my breast. "Will you let me?" + When Talia Wilson's dormitory is suddenly gutted by fire, she is forced to stay with her father's hot, younger friend, Niccolo Gonzalez. There, she familiarizes herself with the walking sex dream of a man, who she has secretly loved since she saw him at her eighteenth birthday dinner, three years ago. Based on Niccolo's casual demeanor, Talia convinces herself that he doesn't feel the same way about her and nothing scandalous could ever happen between them. However, what she doesn't know is that beneath Niccolo's suave facade lies his intense sexual longing for her. What happens when alcohol mixes with their passionate desires for each other one night, causing them to surrender to their forbidden attraction toward each other? Will they forget about it or will they continue playing a wild game of lust?
Talia's POV
"Do you want me to get you anything, princess?" Dad asked. "Your flight isn't until thirty minutes."
"No, dad. Thanks." I replied, to which he nodded.
Currently, we were in the airport because today, I was temporarily relocating from Alaska to New York to live with my dad's best friend, Niccolo Gonzalez, because his place was closer to my school; New York state university.
After my dormitory suddenly burned down last week, the school had ordered all students to evacuate the dormitories, and look for other places to live for now.
Although they had already started rebuilding the dormitories, I knew it would take no less than six months for them to be done with it.
Which meant I would be staying with Niccolo, the sexy Greek god, for six freaking months.
Niccolo Gonzalez was my dad's sexy younger friend, who although was fourteen years older than me, was the sexiest man I had ever seen.
I could vividly recall the first time we met, which was three years ago, at my eighteenth birthday dinner.
Dad had thrown me a lavish birthday dinner at a Michelin star restaurant.
I had invited my best friend, Kimberly Fraser as well as some of my course mates in college.
Dad hadn't even told me his friend was coming, so I had been beyond stunned when he arrived in his handsome, suave glory, causing me to fall in love with him right there and then.
For the past three years, I had gone out with various men, hoping I would fall in love with one of them and Niccolo would be a thing of the past.
But that hadn't worked.
Why?
Because a tiny part of me believed that one day, the universe would bring Niccolo and I together again, and he would see me as a woman and fall in love with me.
As much as I wanted to believe the universe had caused my dormitory to burn, I couldn't because the authorities had identified the cause.
And it happened to be no one other than Amy Diego, the first year downstairs, who sold candles.
Apparently, she had mistakenly left a candle on and had fallen asleep.
"Good morning passengers. This is the pre-boarding announcement for flight 79C to New York. We are now inviting passengers to board. Please have your boarding pass and identification ready as you proceed to the boarding area. Thank you."
"That's my flight," I said, standing up as my dad did the same.
"My darling, Talia," Dad said before pulling me into a warm embrace. "Take care of yourself and be good, okay?"
"Yes, dad."
"I trust Niccolo to take care of you, so feel free to let him know if you need something," He said. "And if you can't tell him, you know I'm only one call away."
"I know, dad. Don't worry about me, I'll be fine," I said, as we withdrew from the hug. "I'm a twenty one year old adult."
"You will always be my baby," He said, and I smiled.
My mum died during my birth and my dad had refused to remarry ever since.
He had devoted all his time and effort into raising me instead.
"Bye, Dad. I'll text you when I get there. Love you." I said, dragging my luggages and pressing a kiss to his cheek.
"Alright, dear. I love you too."
Thereafter, I went to the boarding area before proceeding to the hangar to enter the airplane, my stomach fluttering with butterflies at the thought of seeing Niccolo in approximately five hours.
Although he didn't know it, Niccolo was the first man, other than my dad, to give me flowers.
He had given me a bouquet of white lilies, which went on to be one of my favourite flowers."
I had kept the flowers in a bowl of resin in my wardrobe because I didn't want it to wither, as it was the only thing I had to remember him by.
My best friend was right.
I was hopelessly and helplessly in love with Niccolo.
Now that I looked at it, it was sort of pathetic to dwell over a man, who may never love me back.
Pushing the negative thoughts away, I placed my headphones over my ears and drifted off to dreamland.
I ended up having a dream about Niccolo giving me a passionate kiss to welcome me to his abode.
Hours later, I was sitting in the waiting area of New York airport, my heart slamming against my chest as I reread my conversation with Niccolo.
I had texted him to inform him that I was now in New York, and he had promptly sent me a vague "Alright. You are welcome."
No emojis. Nothing.
For some reasons, I found the plain response hot and sexy.
"Something is really wrong with you." I muttered to myself.
"Miss Wilson?" A voice came from beside me, and I promptly looked in its direction to see a strange man clad in black suit.
"Yes?"
"My name is Zach Fox. I am Niccolo Gonzalez's assistant and he asked me to come pick you up." He explained, and my heart thumped in disappointment.
"Oh," I managed to say. "Good day, Mr Fox."
Just then, my phone dinged with a text from Niccolo.
"Is Zach there yet?"
"Yes." I sent back to him, as Zach carried my luggage.
"Thanks." I said.
"You are welcome," He replied. "This way."
As we walked out of the airport, I couldn't help but wonder where Niccolo was or what he was currently doing at the moment.
"Boss is currently in Las Vegas for a conference." Zach uttered, as though he could read my mind.
"Oh."
"Yes." He said, placing my luggage in the trunk before opening the passenger seat for me.
"Thank you, Mr Fox."
"No problem, Miss."
"We are here." Zach said, as he drove into a large gated compound, thirty minutes later.
"Wow," I whispered, staring at the magnificent three storey building that was Niccolo's mansion.
It was painted white with large door to ceiling windows, a beautiful water fountain at the center of the compound with neatly-cut grass.
Entering the house itself made me further awestruck by its minimalist yet unique design.
The walls were painted white with grey furniture. Various paintings were also hung against the wall, with a grand piano beneath the stairs.
"Let me show you to your room," He said, as we climbed upstairs.
My room was the third one on the left, and it was perfect with a queen sized bed, a walk-in closet and an adjoined bathroom, just like at home.
Dad was right when he told me that I could feel at home at Niccolo's place.
"You should get some rest. I will ask Mary to start lunch." Zach said, setting my luggage on the floor.
"Who is that?"
"The chef."
"Okay."
"I'll take my leave now." Zach said before heading out of the room.
Thereafter, I locked the door, peeled off my clothes and stepped into the bathroom to take a shower.
Minutes later, I was heading downstairs in a plain tee with joggers to familiarise myself with the chef.
A middle-aged woman who I deduced was the chef, was arranging delectable dishes on the table with three maids, and on noticing me, she turned to me with a smile.
"Welcome, Miss. My name is Mary and I'm Mr Niccolo's private chef. What is your name?"
"I'm Talia." I replied.
"Pretty name just like you." She said and I smiled shyly.
"Thanks," I said before averting my focus to the delicious smelling foods.
"Welcome, Miss Talia." The maids said in unison.
"Thank you." I replied before sitting down, as Mary and the maids served me a plate of mashed potatoes with gravy and steak.
It tasted just as delicious as it smelled.
When I was done eating, I retired to my bedroom and texted dad, as I had forgotten to do so the moment I got to Niccolo's place.
"I hope you have a nice stay there. Dad loves you." His response came a few minutes later.
"I love you too." I replied.
Soon enough, it was night, and so, I changed into my nightwear, a thin-strapped dress that stopped at my thighs.
As I tossed my hair in a bun, a knock came on my door, and I deduced it was probably Mary.
"Come in." I said, looking at my reflection in the mirror.
"I see you haven't grown vertically at all," A deep baritone came from beside me, and I nearly jumped out of my skin as I slowly turned sideways.
Niccolo was standing by the door in his tall and handsome glory, his hands slotted in his pocket, and a smirk playing at his lips.
He still looked the same as three years ago; piercing grey eyes that left one spellbound, a perfect, straight nose, with hard muscles everywhere.
His black hair was slicked back, drawing attention to his perfectly-chiseled jawline and cheekbones.
I was convinced Niccolo was made by Adonis himself.
"H-Hey," I stammered. "I didn't know you were coming back today."
"Yeah, I wanted to give you a surprise." He replied.
Niccolo had done a great job of that, given how hard my heart was hammering against my ribs at that moment.
Only then did I realize that he had called me short, and I huffed.
"That's not nice," I said. "Calling someone short I mean."
"I was simply stating the obvious but I'm sorry." He chuckled; a rumbly sound that made my panties moist with desire.
Fuck, I badly wanted to climb him like a tree.
He looked majestic in a black long sleeve shirt with a pair of black slacks, that accentuated his muscular, strong body, and made me think salacious thoughts.
"Yeah, sure." I forced myself to say.
Chuckling, he said. "Goodnight, Talia. I will see you tomorrow. Also, welcome to New York."
"Thanks, goodnight."
And with that, he exited the room, leaving me to stare at him, my virgin pussy throbbing with the intense need to be fucked by him.
Inhaling shakily, I picked up the envelope and gave him a confused look. "What is this?" "Divorce papers," He snarled. "Sign it before tomorrow ends and leave my house, you fucking leech!" "It's because of Laura, isn't it?" I kept my gaze rooted to the floor, as tears rolled down my cheeks. "I don't have time for your useless questions. Just sign the damn papers and leave!" He barked, before marching upstairs. + Catherine Williams and Alessandro Da Silva used to be a loving couple until Alessandro's first love waltzed back into their lives and ruined their marriage. On their third wedding anniversary, Alessandro comes home and tosses a divorce agreement at Catherine. She quietly signs it and walks out of his life, secretly pregnant. Five years later, they meet again when Alessandro's ailing grandmother is in need of a neurosurgeon. Catherine has now become one of the top neurosurgeons in the country. Will she ignore her resentment toward her ex-husband to treat her? What more when Alessandro finds out about their twin sons? Will he ever be able to get her forgiveness?
"You're my wife in name only, on paper only. My heart and love will never be yours." Edward made it clear to Daisy that she was nothing to him. They were both victims of family greed -- the marriage was arranged for them. Six years passed. She remained quiet, gaining a reputation in the army as a tough-as-nails colonel. When she walked into his life again, Edward fell in love with this woman, unlike any he had known. She surprised and delighted him. But will Daisy take him back? Can their son keep them together? Can the rift between them be healed? Pick this one up and find out!
Elin spent twenty years deeply loving her husband, finally marrying him just as she'd always dreamed. But reality shattered her illusions—he wasn't the man she believed. Instead, he callously destroyed her family, crushing her heart beyond repair. At her lowest point, Ruben, equally betrayed that night, approached her steadily. "Marry me, Elin. I'll help you take revenge." Yet, after their wedding, she quickly discovered he was dangerously unpredictable. "I made a mistake. Let's divorce..." Ruben slid his arm possessively around her waist, whispering a chilling promise, "Only in death."
Kara Martin was known as Miss Perfect. She was a beauty with good personality and successful career. Unfortunately, her life changed at one night. She was accused of adultery, losing her job, and abandoned by her fiance. The arrogant man who slept with her did not want to take responsibility. He even threatened to kill her if they met again. What's worse, Kara was pregnant with twins and she chose to give birth to them. Four and a half years later, Kara returned to work at a large company. As the secretary, she would frequently face their notorious CEO. Kara thought it wouldn't be a problem, but as it turned out ... the CEO was the father of the twins!
Loraine was a dutiful wife to Marco since they got married three years ago. However, he treated her like trash. Nothing she did softened his heart. One day, Loraine got fed up with it all. She asked him for a divorce and left him to enjoy with his mistress. The elites looked at her like she was deranged. "Are you out of your mind? Why are you so willing to divorce him?" "It's because I need to return home to get a billion-dollar fortune. Besides, I don't love him anymore," Loraine replied with a smile. They all laughed at her. Some believed that the divorce affected her mentally. It wasn't until the next day that they realized she wasn't fibbing. A woman was suddenly declared the world's youngest female billionaire. It turned out to be Loraine! Marco was shocked to the bone. When he met his ex-wife again, she was a changed person. A group of handsome young men surrounded her. She was smiling at them all. The sight made Marco's heart ache severely. Putting his pride aside, he tried to win her back. "Hello, love. I see that you are a billionaire now. You shouldn't be with suckers who just want your money. How about you come back to me? I'm a billionaire too. Together, we can build a strong empire. What do you say?" Loraine squinted at her ex-husband with her lips curled in disgust.
Rumors claimed that Fernanda, newly back with her family, was nothing more than a violent country bumpkin. Fernanda just flashed a casual, dismissive grin in response. Another rumor suggested that the usually rational Cristian had lost all sense, madly in love with Fernanda. This frustrated her. She could tolerate gossip about herself, but slander against her beloved crossed the line! Gradually, as Fernanda's multiple identities as a celebrated designer, a savvy gamer, an acclaimed painter, and a successful business magnate came to light, everyone realized they were the ones who had been fooled.
Lindsey's fiancé was the devil's first son. Not only did he lie to her but he also slept with her stepmother, conspired to take away her family fortune, and then set her up to have sex with a total stranger. To get her lick back, Lindsey decided to find a man to disrupt her engagement party and humiliate the cheating bastard. Never did she imagine that she would bump into a strikingly handsome stranger who was all that she was currently looking for. At the engagement party, he boldly declared that she was his woman. Lindsey thought he was just a broke man who wanted to leech off her. But once they began their fake relationship, she realized that good luck kept coming her way. She thought they would part ways after the engagement party, but this man kept to her side. "We gotta stick together, Lindsey. Remember, I'm now your fiancé. " "Domenic, you're with me because of my money, aren't you?" Lindsey asked, narrowing her eyes at him. Domenic was taken aback by that accusation. How could he, the heir of the Walsh family and CEO of Vitality Group, be with her for money? He controlled more than half of the city's economy. Money wasn't a problem for him! The two got closer and closer. One day, Lindsey finally realized that Domenic was actually the stranger she had slept with months ago. Would this realization change things between them? For the better or worse?