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.”