Chapter 3 Surprised

• Niccolo’s POV
• “The sales memo have been stamped by the audit team, sir. Shall I send it to the director of operations now?” My assistant, Zach Fox, said as I appended my signature on the paperwork in front of me.
• “Yes.”
• “Alright, sir. Would you like me to do anything else?”
• “No. You may leave.”
• I was signing the last paperwork when a knock came on the door.
• “Come in.” I said, and my younger brother, Damon, walked in, hands pocketed, a smile plastered to his face.
• “Hello, brother.” He said, plopping on the chair in front of me. “How is work going?”
• “Very well until you showed up,” I gruffed. “What do you want, Damon?”
• “Nothing. Can't I pay my brother a visit without any strings? You hurt me, Niccolo with the way you think.”
• “Cut it out, Damon. I'm very busy at the moment,” I said.
• “Okay, fine,” He scoffed. “I came to visit you quite alright but I also came to deliver the invitation letter to the opening party of my latest nightclub to you.”
• With that, he brought out an intricately-designed card and placed it on my desk.
• “So soon?” I asked, perusing the card. “Didn't you just start building the club? Nine months ago?”
• “When you have money, things are very easy,” Damon winked.
• “They sure are,”
• “You really are something, Niccolo. I still can't believe you managed to turn our parents' bankrupt company into a multi billion company.” He said. “At a young age at that. You truly inspire me.”
• “Thank you, Damon. Hearing that from you means a lot.” I said, and he smiled before standing up.
• “I have to be at a meeting soon. I will see you soon,” He said. “The party is happening this Saturday. Don't forget.”
• “It's written on the invitation card, dumbo.” I muttered to myself as he slammed the door closed.
• Thereafter, I capped my pen and reclined against my swivel chair.
• Seventeen years ago after our parents died in a car crash, their lawyer read the will to us, and it stated that Damon and I were to take over the family business.
• Although he was just twelve at the time, he had rejected the company, and had told the lawyers that he wanted me to own the company.
• Just like that, I became both the head of Gonzalez group of companies, at just eighteen.
• Thankfully, I had met some people who taught me how to run a successful business.
• Out of those people, the one who really helped me was Alexander Wilson.
• Despite being nearly two decades my senior, Alexander was my best friend, because he taught me a lot and I could never take his kindness for granted.
• Even though he also owned a chain of companies, that hadn't stopped him from being a good mentor to me ever since we met fifteen years ago, and for that I was immensely grateful to him.
• Speaking of Alexander, I couldn't help but wonder if our friendship was going to last any longer because his daughter was making me think about things.
• Lustful things that made me burn with erotic desire.
• Nearly a week had passed since Talia started living with me, and within that time, I realized that I possessed very little self-control than I usually thought I did.
• The first time I saw her was three years ago at her eighteenth birthday dinner.
• Alexander had invited me and as I had no idea what to give a teenager, I had bought her flowers.
• A bouquet of white lilies.
• Back then, I had found her cute and endearing, like one would a puppy or a kitten.
• But now, I found her extremely hot and sexy, and I knew it was morally wrong because her dad had entrusted her to me, so I could keep her safe and not harbor these thoughts toward her.
• I could still remember how goddamn sexy she was on the night she arrived. I was shocked when I went to her bedroom and saw the scandalous nightwear she was wearing.
• Her round boobs were nearly spilling out of the skimpy nightwear which hugged every of her sinful curves, leaving very little to the imagination.
• It had taken me every bit of self control not to bend her over the dresser and fuck her.
• “Fuck,” I muttered to myself as blood rushed to my cock, causing it to become hard and heavy in my pants.
• Pushing the lustful thoughts away, I returned my focus to work and soon enough, my cock was flaccid again.
• I had to find a way to do away with these forbidden thoughts.
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• “Welcome home, sir,” My butler, Isaac, greeted me as I entered the house before collecting my briefcase.
• “Thanks,” I replied. “Is Talia back?”
• “Yes, sir.”
• In response, I nodded before climbing the stairs to my bedroom.
• Work was extremely stressful but fulfilling today. Running a company wasn't easy but I had to do it.
• Placing my briefcase on the bed, I peeled off my clothes and got into the shower. Afterward, I donned a pair of grey sweatpants with a black long sleeve before heading downstairs for dinner.
• I was about to ask Mary if Talia had eaten when she came downstairs, looking hot in a denim jumpsuit that stopped past her knees.
• “Good evening, Niccolo,” She greeted, taking her seat beside me.
• “Evening, Talia. How was school?”
• “My lectures were canceled today, so I didn't leave the house.” She replied, to which I nodded, as an absurd question struck me.
• Did Talia have a boyfriend?
• Asking her would seem weird and creepy, so I decided against doing so, and instead stole glances at her.
• She probably had one, given how perfect she was.
• For some reason, the thought of her in another man's arms made jealousy course through me, but I ignored the feeling and continued eating.
• I really needed to get laid one of these days.
• “I will be in my room then,” Talia said, moments later, and I looked at her plate, to see that she had cleared it.
• “Will you like to share a bottle of wine with me on the balcony?” The words were out of my mouth before my brain could process them.
• Fuck.
• Talia seemed surprised at first but nodded. “Sure.”
• What the hell did I think I was doing? I thought as I grabbed a bottle of red wine from the pantry.
• Moments later, Talia and I were sitting on a bench on the balcony, sipping from our respective glasses of wine.
• “Niccolo,” Talia drawled, and I instantly realized she was drunk.
• The wine didn't contain anything more than two percent of alcohol, so how could she have gotten drunk after a glass?
• Talia was really cute.
• “Yes?” I asked.
• “Don't see me as your little sister,” She said, cheeks rosy. “I want you to see me as a woman.”
• That didn't mean what I thought it meant, right?
• Before my brain could provide me with a response, I collected the half-drank glass of wine from her and placed it on the table.
• “Let's go inside, Talia. You are starting to get drunk.”
• “No, I'm not drunk,” She spat but it came out like a cute drawl. “I know what I'm saying, Niccolo. I see you as a man. A very sexy one at that. So why can't you see me as a woman?”
• Before I could respond, Talia leaned in and pressed a kiss to my lips.