The meeting

Niccolo’s POV

“I still can't believe you never bothered to tell me that your woman stays with you,” Damon uttered, as I steered the car onto the busy highway. “Why did you hide it from me?”

“No reason,” I replied. “Plus, I wasn't actually hiding it from you. It probably skipped my mind.”

“If you say so, Niccolo,” He huffed, looking out of the window. “How many months has it been since I last went to your place?”

“Five l think.”

We were currently on our way to the house, to have dinner with Talia.

For the past five days, Damon had been nagging me because he wanted to meet Talia after I finally told him about her a week ago.

Just like I had expected, he was quite shocked when I told him that Talia was my best friend's daughter.

It had been nearly two months since she moved to my place, meaning in four months, she would move to the dormitory and our relationship would end.

To say I had now become less enthusiastic about the prospect of that happening, was an understatement.

For some reasons, I couldn't even stomach the thought of letting Talia go, and it made me feel like a silly teenage boy with a crush.

I knew I was having those thoughts because I'd miss the fantastic sex, nothing more.

Having romantic feelings for Talia was completely out of it, and I was more than determined to not make it happen.

“By the way, Damon,” I said. “Let me correct you about something. Talia is not my woman. We are nothing more than sexual partners and I wouldn't want you saying something stupid, am I clear?”

“Yes, dad,” My brother rolled his eyes. “To think I was even happy that someone had managed to thaw your frozen heart. So you really have no plans of settling down at all, is that it?”

“Mind your business, Damon,” I replied coolly, repressing the urge bubbling within me. “Has Estella finally replied to your messages?”

“No, I'm over her now,” Damon replied, which made me dart him a glance.

I could see the glint of pain, angst, and anger in his eyes as he stared ahead, his hands bunched into fists.

“Are you sure?”

I hated seeing my little brother like this. Although he was trying hard to conceal his emotions, I could see everything just how hurt he was by his online lover.

“Yes, I am,” He replied, as I drove into my estate. “So you really don't feel anything for Talia?”

“I don't,” I replied, ignoring the weird feeling that captured my chest. “Let that topic go, Damon.”

“Fine,” He threw his hands up in surrender, as I parked the car in the garage then turned off the ignition.

Damon whistled as we walked out of the garage. “You have a magnificent car collection, brother. I want to be like you someday.”

Chuckling, I just shook my head and said nothing in response as we headed into the house.

As Damon and I exchanged pleasantries with my household staff, the sound of approaching footsteps wafted into my ears from behind, causing me to spin around in its direction.

A smile creased my lips as Talia walked downstairs looking stunning as always, in a short denim gown with her wavy hair flowing down her back.

“Welcome home, Niccolo,” Talia greeted me, as she walked up to us, then shyly averted her gaze to Javier.

“Thanks, Talia,” I replied before gesturing to my younger brother. “Meet Damon, my younger brother. And Damon, meet Talia.”

For a moment, a strange emotion flashed across Talia's eyes but when I blinked, it was gone which made me wonder whether I was now seeing things.

“Hello, Talia. It's nice to finally meet you,” Damon said, outstretching his hand. “You are even more gorgeous than I pictured you'd be.”

Flustered, Talia shook his hand. “Thanks, Damon. It's nice meeting you too.”

Thereafter, we moved to the dining table and I sat at the head of the table while my brother and Talia took their seats on my left and right sides respectively.

“You never miss, Miss Mary,” Damon said, dishing himself a plate of mashed potatoes, gravy and steak. “Everything smells so nice and I'm sure it'd taste even nicer.”

“Thanks for the lovely compliment, Damon,” She beamed, before leaving with the maids.

“So, Talia? What course are you studying?” Damon asked, as Talia made her own plate of cinnamon rolls and ground beef with tomato sauce.

She seemed surprised for a second before replying. “Medical biochemistry.”

“Wow, that's cool,” He replied. “I could never study anything related to the sciences. I initially wanted to go for law but my brain didn't want me to.”

Talia giggled, and it was the sweetest sound I'd ever heard.

However, for some reasons, the fact that she was giggling at what Damon said, didn't quite sit well with me, but I ignored the weird feeling of jealousy, focusing on my plate of Fettuccine Alfredo instead.

While growing up, I had been frequently told that Damon was a more cheerful version of me, but I had never thought of it until that moment.

Losing our parents and taking over a company I had no idea how to run while taking care of my little brother at eighteen, had caused me to grow up faster than my peers.

I had been told by a lot of people about how distant and cold I was.

Soon enough, we were done eating and for dessert, we had cheesecake with grape wine.

An hour later, Damon left and I saw him off to his car before returning into the house.

“So, what do you think of my brother?” I asked, taking my seat at the dining table again.

“He’s funny and nice,” She replied, smiling which made my heart ache for some reason.

Paying the absurd feeling no attention, I mirrored her smile before gulping down the remnant of my wine.

Afterward, Mary and the maids cleared the table before returning to the dining area again.

“Can we retire for the night, sir?” She asked, and I nodded.

“Yes. Good job, today,” I said.

The middle-aged chef seemed taken aback for a moment before replying. “Thank you, sir. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Miss Talia,” Mary said.

“Goodnight, Mary,” Talia replied, and she smiled before leaving for the staff quarters.

Minutes later, Isaac and the maids came and told us goodnight before heading over to the staff quarters.

“What do you want us to do now?” Talia asked, a lustful lilt to her voice.

“Fuck. I want us to fuck right here, right now,” I bluntly replied, and she shivered.

Without a word, we both stood up, our bodies connecting in salacious heat as our lips met in a passionate kiss.

Talia's lips tasted delicious, like the cheesecake and grape wine we just had.

A lusty feeling of warmth enveloped me, as she trembled in my arms due to how torrid the kiss was.

Her lips were warm and welcoming, which set off a sharp, wild hunger in me.

Deepening the kiss, I cupped her round ass through the fabric of her dress before hoisting her onto the dining table.