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Talia’s POV

As I brushed my hair in readiness for today's class, my phone rang with an incoming call.

Placing my hair brush on the dresser, I glanced at the caller ID and upon seeing it was my dad calling, I swiped on the answer button, my lips twitching with a smile.

“Hello, my princess. How are you doing on this lovely day?” Dad's voice boomed into my ears and my smile widened.

“Hi, dad. I'm doing great,” I replied. “And you? How's work and everything over there?”

“That's wonderful to hear. I'm doing fantastic and work and everything is also great.” He replied, and I nodded even though he couldn't see me.

“I'm glad to hear that, dad.”

“Yes, pumpkin. Niccolo and I spoke about three days ago, did he tell you?” Dad asked, and my heart warmed with sweet affection at the mention of his name.

“He mentioned it,” I replied, a delicious sensation coursing through me as I remembered the numerous sexcapades Niccolo and I had been indulging in for the past three days.

Never in my life had I thought it would be so difficult to act casual with someone until Niccolo and I fucked.

While Mary and the maids served our foods, I would dart Niccolo a lustful stare which he would reciprocate, leading to the both of us having a quickie after our meal.

Not a day went by that we didn't engage in one salacious activity or the other.

I wasn't complaining though because I loved every bit of it.

“Alright then. I just called to check up on you,” Dad said. “Be a good girl and don't give Niccolo any troubles, okay?”

“Okay, dad. I love you.”

“I love you too, my princess.” Dad replied before ending the call.

Earlier today, I had woken up to a note from Niccolo, apologizing for not eating breakfast with me as he had an emergency meeting that morning, and for some reasons, that action of his had filled my heart with fondness.

As I picked up my brush again, a scary thought slipped into my mind, causing me to gulp harshly.

Niccolo and I weren't in any sort of defined relationship yet we fucked like rabbits in heat at every given intervals.

What if Niccolo didn't have feelings for me and was only using me as his cum dumpster?

Running my fingers through my hair, I inhaled sharply as my heart scudded with trepidation tinged with despair.

To think I couldn't even differentiate between sexual attraction and romantic attraction was shameful.

Now that I thought of it, Niccolo had never really cared to hear about my classes or what not, the only thing he was always interested on was taking off my clothes and fucking me.

Was I nothing but a sex doll in human form to him?

As much as I wanted to confront him about it, a part of me was against the idea because I didn't want our sexual relationship to end.

I was truly an asinine fool for Niccolo.

I was the most pathetic human being on earth, probably the whole solar system even.

Pushing the thoughts away, I grabbed my bag from the bed and made my way downstairs to the garage, where the driver, a middle-aged man called Zava, was waiting for me.

“Good morning, Miss Talia,” He greeted, and I managed a smile for him.

“Good morning, Mr Colin,” I replied before climbing into the backseat, my heart hammering against my chest as my thoughts about Niccolo took over my mind again.

What was I thinking when I decided to engage in a relationship with someone who was a decade older than me?

Not only was he significantly older, he was also wealthy, handsome, and sexy.

He probably had a lot of girls fawning over him, desperate for his attention.

Soon, he would probably get tired of me and go to the next available girl.

Thirty minutes later, we reached my school and I alighted from the car without a word said to Mr Colin, as I was completely engrossed in my thoughts.

“Hey, girlie yo,” Kimberly shrieked as I entered the lecture hall and took my seat beside her.

“Hi,” I muttered, bringing my laptop out of my bag.

That day after I called Kimberly and she didn't answer, she had called me back later, asking why I had left the club without informing her and I had lied to her that I suddenly got a stomach upset.

Why I did that instead of telling her the truth, I had no idea.

“Is everything alright? You look dull,” Kimberly said. “Did something happen at home?”

Exhaling heavily, I replied. “I lied to you that day. I didn't have a stomach upset. I was with Niccolo and we had sex that night and now, my mind won't stop feeding me with the thought that he's only using me for sex.”

I couldn't keep it to myself anymore and I knew my best friend would never judge me, so I decided to let it all out.

“Oh my goodness!” Kimberly shrieked, clasping her hands to her mouth.

“Yeah,” I replied.

“How did that even happen?” She asked, and I huffed.

“Sex happens when a man and a woman who find each other attractive are horny.” I replied, to which she rolled her eyes.

“You know what I mean, Lia,” She said.

“I was being harassed by a man and he swooped in to save the day before pulling me into a private room and telling me how sexy I was and how he had been holding himself back from fucking me,” I divulged, and Kimberly squealed. “Before I knew it, his tongue was deep in my throat.”

“That's wild and beautiful, girl,” Kimberly said. “So why do you feel he only wants you for sex.”

“We don't talk about anything apart from it,” I said. “Now that I'm saying it, I think I'm being silly. I mean, we just started fucking a week ago and I'm already feeling entitled to a relationship. I should take what I can get, right?”

“Of course not, Talia. You deserve to know what you mean to him, alright?” Kimberly said. “Ask him how he feels about you and we will know what to do from there.”

“So you are not mad I didn't tell you about this earlier, right?”

“I'm not mad, babes,” She shrugged as the lecturer, a middle-aged man, walked in, clutching his laptop.

+

“Kevin and I are going to the movies tonight,’’ Kimberly said, as we walked out of our college's building.

“Really? That's great,” I replied.

“Yeah, and I have to run some errands for my aunt before going home,” She uttered, as a black range rover screeched to a halt beside us.

One look at it and I recognized it was one of Niccolo's cars.

Mr Colin was early today, I thought as I gazed at my wristwatch.

He usually came fifteen minutes after my classes were over, and five minutes had barely passed since I finished classes today.

As the car door opened, I remembered something.

I hadn't told him when my classes were ending today, so he couldn't possibly know.

My eyes gaped in shock as Niccolo walked up to us in his confident glory, looking sexy as always.

“Hi,” He said, smiling at me.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, and he chuckled before looking at Kimberly.

“I'm her best friend, Kimberly,” She said. “You must be Mr Niccolo.”

“Yes, I am,” Niccolo seemed surprised as he replied, outstretching his hand. “Nice meeting you, Miss Kimberly.”

“Same here, Mr Niccolo.”

“Your friend must have told you a lot about me seeing how you know my name, isn't it?” Niccolo asked, and Kimberly nodded.

“Yes.”

At that moment, I badly wanted to dig up a hole and crawl inside.

“Interesting.”

“I'll see you tomorrow, Talia,” Kimberly said, and I could only nod in response, as words failed me.

“Very well then, Mr Niccolo,” She said to him, and he nodded in acknowledgement before she left.

Without a word, Niccolo sealed his lips over mine in a passionate smooch that left me panting with desire when it was over.

“I came to pick you up, Talia,” He said. “I overheard you speaking to Mary about your closing time this morning, so I decided to surprise you.”

“I love it,” I said, hooking my arms around his neck as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

Every thoughts I had previously harboured about the possibility of Niccolo only using me for sex, instantly dissipated as I looked into his grey eyes.

Niccolo cared about me.