Seeing him again

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.