"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?
After hiding her true identity throughout her three-year marriage to Colton, Allison had committed wholeheartedly, only to find herself neglected and pushed toward divorce. Disheartened, she set out to rediscover her true self-a talented perfumer, the mastermind of a famous intelligence agency, and the heir to a secret hacker network. Realizing his mistakes, Colton expressed his regret. "I know I messed up. Please, give me another chance." Yet, Kellan, a once-disabled tycoon, stood up from his wheelchair, took Allison's hand, and scoffed dismissively, "You think she'll take you back? Dream on."
My name is Katia, and I am just trying to survive until my fated mate arrives. Which may be easier said than done. Rejectection is the last straw. Whispering my acceptance of his rejection. I run through the pack house, out across the manicured lawn into the forest. "I'm sorry, my sweet girl," I say to my wolf. I'm sorry you have been stuck with me and have had to suffer everything I have. She whispers," it's not your fault, Katia. We came to a cliff with a waterfall. The hurt keeps pounding at me. I need it to stop. My sweet girl, and I just want peace, I keep running and leap off the cliff. Spreading my arms wide, with tears streaming down my face, I fall, not making a sound, waiting for sweet oblivion where we feel nothing ever again. "I love you, my sweet girl! Until we meet again, "My wolf replied just before we hit the water, "I love you too, Katia. I have never regretted a moment with you." The Snow Moon pack is having their last barbecue of the summer next to the waterfall on their land. The adults are laughing and joking while watching the pups play. The alpha, beta, and gamma are swimming with some of the older children and playing a game of Marco Polo. Someone yells, "Oh my goddess, someone just jumped over the waterfall!" Everyone is frozen as they watch what looks to be a child falling arms spread wide, no one makes a sound. The small body hits the water like a plane crashing into the side of a mountain. The alpha, beta, and gamma, spring into action, swimming towards the area the person went under. The alpha is screaming his wolf is going crazy repeating, "Find her. Find her...find her!" They dive and the beta surfaces with a small person in his arms. Alpha takes the girl from his beta, laying her on the ground. The men are shocked by what they see. She is covered in scars and injuries. Her body is twisted and broken. The Beta asks, "Who could have done this to someone so defenseless?" Alpha drops to his knees, repeating, "MATE...MATE...MATE!"
Natalie used to think she could melt Connor’s icy heart, but she was sorely mistaken. When at last she decided to leave, she discovered that she was pregnant. Even so, she chose to quietly leave his world, prompting Connor to mobilize all of his resources and expand his business to a global scale—all in a bid to find her. But there was no trace of Natalie. Connor slowly spiraled into madness, turning the city upside down and leaving chaos in his wake. Natalie finally surfaced years later, with wealth and power of her own, only to find herself entangled with Connor once again.
Kaelyn devoted three years tending to her husband after a terrible accident. But once he was fully recovered, he cast her aside and brought his first love back from abroad. Devastated, Kaelyn decided on a divorce as people mocked her for being discarded. She went on to reinvent herself, becoming a highly sought-after doctor, a champion racer, and an internationally renowned architectural designer. Even then, the traitors sneered in disdain, believing Kaelyn would never find someone. But then the ex-husband’s uncle, a powerful warlord, returned with his army to ask for Kaelyn’s hand in marriage.
Darya spent three years loving Micah, worshipping the ground he walked on. Until his neglect and his family's abuse finally woke her up to the ugly truth-he doesn't love her. Never did, never will. To her, he is a hero, her knight in shining armour. To him, she is an opportunist, a gold digger who schemed her way into his life. Darya accepts the harsh reality, gathers the shattered pieces of her dignity, divorces him, takes back her real name, reclaims her title as the country's youngest billionaire heiress. Their paths cross again at a party. Micah watches his ex-wife sing like an angel, tear up the dance floor, then thwart a lecher with a roundhouse kick. He realises, belatedly, that she's exactly the kind of woman he'd want to marry, if only he had taken the trouble to get to know her. Micah acts promptly to win her back, but discovers she's now surrounded by eligible bachelors: high-powered CEO, genius biochemist, award-winning singer, reformed playboy. Worse, she makes it pretty clear that she's done with him. Micah gears up for an uphill battle. He must prove to her he's still worthy of her love before she falls for someone else. And time is running out.
In her previous life, Kimberly endured the betrayal of her husband, the cruel machinations of an evil woman, and the endless tyranny of her in-laws. It culminated in the bankruptcy of her family, and ultimately, her death. After being reborn, she resolved to seek retribution against those who had wronged her, and ensure her family's prosperity. To her shock, the most unattainable man from her past suddenly set his sights on her. "You may have overlooked me before, but I shall capture your heart this time around."