Chapter 2 More Lustful Thoughts

• Talia’s POV
• “Good morning, everyone.” I greeted Mary and the maids as I took my seat at the dining table.
• “Good morning, Miss Talia.” The maids greeted in unison.
• “A lovely morning to you too, Talia,” Mary beamed, placing a tray of rotisserie chicken at the center of the table. “I hope you slept well?”
• “Yes, I did. Thanks.”
• “You are welcome,” She replied. “The boss should be down in a few minutes. Enjoy your meal.”
• “I will.” I replied, to which she nodded before taking her leave.
• Thereafter, I made myself a plate of waffles with maple syrup to go with a cup of hot chocolate, then began eating my food, my heart hammering against my chest at the thought of Niccolo appearing soon.
• I wasn't left to wait for long as the sound of footsteps coming downstairs soon filled my ears, increasing the intensity of my heart scudding.
• His masculine musk cologne filled my nostrils before he came into view.
• “Good morning,” I greeted him, as he sat on the head of the table.
• “Morning, Talia,” He replied, motioning Mary over.
• I had barely spent twenty four hours in his place and I could barely repress my sinful thoughts.
• It wasn't exactly my fault Niccolo was so hot that it made me want to commit every sort of sexual sin with him.
• Taking a stealthy glance at his strong biceps through his dark grey suit made my pussy throb so much with erotic hunger, that I had to cross my legs in a bid to reduce the forbidden sensation.
• “He is your dad's best friend, Talia,” The voice in my head spoke. “Having such lustful thoughts about him is an abomination.”
• Pushing the voice away, I quickly devoured my food, while glancing at Niccolo at intervals.
• He seemed engrossed with his cellphone, his thick brows furrowed in concentration, making him look sexier as he scrolled through the device.
• I was about to look away when he suddenly gazed up, our eyes meeting, prompting me to panic inwardly.
• “Would you like me to give you a ride to school?” Niccolo asked, and before my mouth could speak, my head bobbed up and down in response.
• “Alright then.” He replied before returning his attention to his phone.
• As I stared at him, my mind couldn't help but dwell on the possibility of him being in a relationship.
• What would become of my feelings then?
• But then again, it wasn't as if he had asked me to like him.
• Shaking the thoughts away, I stood up. “I will be back in a jiffy. I need to grab something from my room.”
• “Alright.” Niccolo said, without looking away from his phone.
• Just like that, the harsh realization that Niccolo had and would never see me as a woman dawned on me.
• I mean, if he found me attractive, his eyes would be on me all the time.
• Not to brag or anything, I knew I was hot.
• Although I was petite, I was gifted in the right places–I had wide hips, a bubble butt, and a pair of plump tits that made many men leer over them hungrily.
• Now that I thought of it, last night when Niccolo saw me in my sultry nightwear, he hadn't even leered at me which was extremely odd.
• An absurd thought suddenly hit me as I shut the door of my bedroom.
• What if Niccolo was gay?
• Right, how had I failed to think of that possibility?
• “You have gone mad, Talia. Not only are you lusting after Niccolo. You are also assuming his sexuality.” I mumbled to myself as I placed my books in my satchel bag and slung it around myself.
• Thereafter, I headed downstairs and my heart skipped a beat when I saw Niccolo again.
• The man was just so perfect and the fact that he would never be mine hurt me so bad.
• “Are you ready to leave now?” He asked.
• “Yes.”
• “Alright. Let's go.” He replied before we both headed out of the house together.
• His car was a black Mercedes Benz GLE which suited him perfectly.
• “My driver is currently on leave,” He said. “He will be back in a week. When he returns, he will start taking you to and fro school.”
• “There's no need for that, Niccolo. I can take care of myself.” I replied, and Niccolo darted me a pointed look.
• “I promised your dad that I will take good care of you, Talia,” He said. “I always fulfill my promises.”
• “Ugh, whatever.” I muttered, inwardly wondering whether Niccolo and my dad would ever see me as an adult.
• “You are like the little sister I never had and I want to make sure you are comfortable.” He uttered.
• As if it wasn't enough that I already knew he would never love me, he just had to add salt to my injury by saying something like that.
• “I don't want to be your little sister,” I thought to myself. “I want to be your woman. I want to be loved and fucked by you, Niccolo.”
• My heart was heavy with a mix of emotions, ranging from love to sadness as I looked outside the window, inwardly willing the heavy cloak of negative feelings to pass.
• Why did I have to fall in love with someone so unattainable?
• Niccolo was like a galaxy of stars to me; I could see him but I could never have him.
• An hour later, he rolled his car into the driveway of New York state university.
• “Thanks for the ride.” I said, as I stepped out of the car.
• “Anytime, Talia.” He replied before driving away.
• My gaze lingered on his car until it disappeared from my sight onto the busy highway.
• “Did you get a sugar daddy?” Kimberly's voice wafted into my line of hearing, and I spun around to face her, a smile curving my lips.
• “I wish.”
• “Trust me, babe. You don't have to wish for a sugar daddy because they will always troop in regardless.” She said, and I huffed.
• Kimberly and I were the same height, although she always liked to claim that she was an inch taller.
• Her blonde hair which perfectly matched her hazel eyes was cut in a sharp bob, to accentuate her slim face.
• “Let's go in,” I replied. “By the way, where do you stay now?”
• “My aunt's,” Kimberly replied. “She's nice and she's almost never around which gives me the leeway to do whatever I want. I intend on throwing a party before the semester ends.”
• “Are you sure she will be okay with it?” I asked, as we entered the lecture hall.
• Kimberly and I were third year medical biochemistry students.
• “Hopefully,” She shrugged. “Enough about me. Let's talk about you. Who came to drop you off earlier?”
• “My dad's friend,” I replied, desperately hoping for the lecturer to walk in at that moment and free me from Kimberly's impending interrogation.
• “Don't tell me, he's the one.”
• “Who?” I asked, feigning ignorance.
• “Niccolo Gonzalez.”
• Heaving a deep sigh, I nodded and Kimberly gasped, clasping her hands over her mouth.
• “So how has it been?” She asked.
• “I don't even know,” I confessed. “But I'm certain about one thing. The man doesn't see me as a woman. He even told me that I'm like the little sister he never had in the car.”
• “Talk about sister-zoning,” Kimberly huffed. “What will you do now?”
• “Nothing. I just want the six months to be over already.” I said, as the lecturer, a middle-aged woman, walked in.
• “You will be fine, babe.” She said, giving me a shoulder pat.
• Sighing, I replied. “I hope so.”