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.

+

“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.