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Talia’s POV

“Alright, babes. I will see you tomorrow then,” Kimberly winked, looping her arm around her boyfriend's, Kevin.

He had just taken us out for lunch at a restaurant closeby to celebrate the huge grant he was recently given.

According to what my best friend had told me, he had been applying for that same grant for the past three years and had always gotten rejected.

His acceptance had come as a surprise even to him and I was really happy for him because all his efforts had eventually paid off in the long run.

“You too, Kimmie,” I replied. “Bye, Kevin. Thanks for dinner and congratulations, again.”

“Thank you so much, Talia and you're welcome,” He smiled, before taking his leave with my best friend.

Walking out of the restaurant, I took a cab back to college, and as I stepped out of the cab, Colin drove into the parking lot.

Although he had a questionable look on his face as he had seen me getting out of the cab, he didn't ask me any questions as he opened the car.

“Good afternoon, Miss,” He simply greeted.

“Good afternoon, Mr Colin,” I replied, climbing into the backseat. “Thanks.”

Thereafter, he stepped on the gas and a series of minutes later, he pulled into the driveway leading to Niccolo's garage.

Hopping out of the car, I headed into the house, greeted Mr Isaac and the maids, who I now knew as Nancy, Laura, and Sofia, before trailing after the delicious aroma wafting from the kitchen.

“Good afternoon, Miss Mary,” I greeted, as she grabbed something from the refrigerator. “It smells so good in here.”

Beaming, she placed what she had grabbed from the refrigerator, a packet of frozen turkey, on the kitchen table.

“Good afternoon, Talia. How was class today?” She asked. “Thanks for the compliment. By the way, I'm sorry lunch isn't ready yet. I overslept and since Mr Niccolo doesn't want anyone other than me preparing the food in this house, I couldn't ask the maids to make it.”

“It's fine, Miss Mary. I'm not even hungry. Class was alright, I guess,” I replied, shrugging.

“You guess? Did something happen?” She darted me a look of concern.

“No, not at all,” I replied. “Only the professor decided to use the first hour of the class to rant about his divorce and how his wife is taking fifty percent of his hard-earned fortune to train their kids. In the end, he didn't even teach us because he had to attend a meeting. Can you imagine?”

In the five weeks that I had spent with Niccolo, I had drawn closer to Mary, mainly because she was very warm and always ready to listen to whatever issues I had.

She almost felt like the mother I never had.

“He must be a stingy fellow,” She replied, placing the frozen turkey in a bowl of water before scanning the kitchen, in search of something.

“Yes,” I replied then asked. “What are you looking for?”

“I need to get pasta from the pantry but the stew on the stove is starting to sizzle and I don't want to leave it, s-”

“Don't worry, I'll go get the pasta for you,” I said. “You could have just asked me to get it from the start.”

“Sending Mr Niccolo's guest on an errand?” Mary gasped, as though it was the most scandalous thing ever. “I can't possibly do that.”

“It's no big deal, Mary,” I laughed, and quickly made my way to the pantry before she could further protest.

Heading into the pantry for the first time ever, I noticed a large frame placed in the center of the room.

It was of two little boys–one of them taller with grey eyes and black hair, and I quickly deduced that was Niccolo. The shorter boy had brown hair with blue eyes, and they were both flanked by their parents, all four of them smiling happily at the camera.

Looking at the picture made me see the uncanny resemblance between Niccolo and his father.

Niccolo had grown up to look exactly like him.

The most surprising thing about the picture was the fact that he had a brother because I never knew he had one.

He had never mentioned him in all our conversations. According to my dad, Niccolo's parents passed away in a car crash when he was a teenager.

Now that I thought of it, even my dad hadn't mentioned anything related to Niccolo having a brother.

Grabbing the spaghetti from the rack, I headed back to the kitchen, a series of thoughts racking my mind, as I thought of my own mother.

I had never even seen a picture of her.

Before they had me, a fire had gutted their house, destroying everything they had, so they had to start over.

And given how ill my mother was before my birth, it never occurred to my dad to take a picture, as he was too busy tending to her needs.

Swallowing the heavy feeling of sadness clinging to my throat, I placed the spaghetti on the kitchen table.

“Thank you, Talia,” She smiled.

“You are welcome,” I smiled back. “I had no idea Niccolo had a younger brother.”

“Oh, you saw the picture in the pantry,” Mary said. “He has a younger brother, Damon. So you didn't know?”

In response, I shook my head in negation. “Are they estranged or something?”

“Of course not,” She laughed. “They are very close. His brother is a more cheerful version of him. Mr Gonzalez used to be as cold as ice but he's become a completely changed person recently.”

“Really?” I asked, trying to imagine an icy Niccolo, but the thought of it made me hot with lust and I quickly pushed it down.

“Yes. I think he's dating someone,” Mary replied, and my heart warmed. “And that woman makes him happy. I'm so glad that he has finally found his soulmate.”

Technically, Niccolo and I weren't dating yet, but he obviously cared about me, so I knew it was only a matter of time before he wound officially ask me out.

And I was immensely glad that Mary had unknowingly refered to me as Niccolo's soulmate.

I found myself grinning from ear to ear as I repeated the conversation in my head, later that evening as I changed into my new nightgown.

I had purchased it online to give Niccolo a sultry surprise.

It was backless and burgundy and also stopped just slightly past my waist, giving him a full view of my pink pussy as I wasn't wearing panties.

Thereafter, I sprayed my strawberry perfume all over then sat in bed, waiting for him to return.

It was already five and he was probably minutes away from the house.

Ever since we started fucking, my bedroom was always his first stop whenever he returned from work.

As the clock ticked thirty minutes past five, a knock came on the door and I smiled to myself, crossing my legs.

“It's open,” I said, and Niccolo walked in, looking sexy as always in a navy Italian suit.

Niccolo dropped his briefcase as he eye-fucked me, and I was immensely pleased with myself at his reaction.

Mentally noting to leave a five star review on the night dress company's page, I stood up and made my way over to him.

Running my fingers across his wide, strong chest, I bit my lips.

“Cat got your tongue?”

“Are you trying to drive me crazy, Talia?” He asked, pulling me to himself, and I giggled, loving the way his eyes darkened as he leered at me.

“Maybe,” I replied, and he lowered his lips to mine in a ferocious kiss that had me gasping and begging for more as he scooped me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist.

“I'm going to fuck you so hard tonight, doll.” He growled into the kiss, and I moaned in greedy anticipation of what was to come.