CHAPTER 3
#3MIGCOBO CEMBI
I enjoy wearing less clothing especially when indoors. Having my body out and breathing is nice one of the reasons Njabulo hated me. It's no lie I have a beautiful body and the morning runs I take every morning before making breakfast are helpful. Levy is helping me with the plastics inside the penthouse. I probably went over board at checkers. I finally got the chance to buy the things I wanted ofcause I had the right to go crazy.
"Are you rushing somewhere bhut'Levy?"
"No not until later when Mr Maxhosa calls for me."
"Okay then join me for breakfast or is it brunch? Yeah one of those." He nods going to the lounge. I hurriedly pack up everything in the cupboards. Once everything is sorted I start with breakfast and make muffins. I dish up for the both of us and serve him. We eat in silence.
"This is good. God my wife can never beat this." I smile I know I'm good in the kitchen I had to be because I was always on the cooking duty well I was a maid in that house I'm good at everything regarding house chores. After eating he leaves and I start cleaning up the house. It's not dirty just dust here and there.
It's been a whole two days of me leaving in this house. I haven't seen or heard from Kuhle. I don't mind but I'm a little uneasy with this whole thing. It's late afternoon I just finished cooking my dinner. I'm busy baking a cake now. I finish up with the cream and get the cake sponge out of the oven and let it cool off.
When the elevator doors open I turn around to see who it is. It's him in a black suit looking like he just stepped out of a magazine cover. I inhale a sharp breath when he stops right infront of me. His eyes roam over my body I squirm under his gaze feeling an unfamiliar warmth below my bellybutton.
"It smells good in here what did you make?" He asks his eyes looking at my lips. I dart my tongue out licking my lower lip his eyes darken with lust.
"Samp and tripe." I tell him getting on my toes I just want a little taste of his lips. Just a tiny... Dear God the minute I brush my lips he latches on mine like he was waiting for me to make the first move. I moan tasting a bit of mint and whiskey in his lips. He grabs my **** tugging me closer to him. It feels so good being this close and intimate with him. I move back breaking of our kiss.
"Let me dish up for you." He nods and goes to take a sit on the bar stools I take out two plates and rinse them before dishing up for the both of us. I give him his plate then carry on with my cake. I'm going to give the other half to bhut'Levy he's obsessed with my baking. Once he's done he takes out a paper giving it to me. I sit down and eat reading through the paper.
"So I'm getting 20k and your card?"
"Yeah the card is for groceries and other bills for the place."
"Thanks this is good."
I take a pen from Jim and sign giving him back his paper and pen. He also signs and walks to the home office. I wash the dishes and dish up the cake. He comes back with two documents and gives me the other one it's a copy of the document we both signed.
LIYANA MAXHOSA
I hate being held up on set it always takes my time away from my husband and kids. It's even worse because I haven't been home for months because of a role I had in Ghana. Now I'm back in the country it's still the same thing. I know my husband understands my work but the last few years have been hectic on us and our quality time since my career just picked up. Some may think just because I'm married in an influential family everything will just work out for me but that's not the case.
My father inlaw is big on independence he encourages it every chance he gets. My husband only got to working in the family business after ten years of doing things on his own with out the help of his family or their name. For a while people thought he was trying to use the Maxhosa name to his advantage they only found out later on that he is actually the first born son of Lionel Maxhosa.
Most people thought Lionel Junior was the only son of my father in law me included. My husband and I met 18 years ago I was only 19 then and at 21 I was pregnant with our first born son Kuhle. We only got married 10 years ago when he got comfortable financially. The car drives inside the garage and I get out of the car getting inside the house through the kitchen door. My son's smile at me as I walk up to them.
"Mama where's dad I thought uzoza naye."
"No Zikho I haven't seen your father today. I left while he was still sleeping. "
"He's probably held up in the office. Wash your dish Zikho I'm going to study family goodnight. "Kuhle walks away singing to himself.
"Your food is in the oven mama. Aunty left though she has a family emergency. "
"Okay boy let me go freshen up and call your dad."
"Okay you'll find me gone I'm going to sleep now I had the longest day. "
He says walking to the sink I walk away going to my bedroom. After taking a bath I walk out of the bathroom and find my phone ringing it's my husband.
"Baby."
"Hey babe I wanted to tell you that I'll be home late."
"Okay I was actually about to call you. Please make it 10 I miss you."
"Umh okay I'll try."
"I love you. "
"I love you too."
I drop the call and lotion getting inside the covers my husband appreciates sleeping naked. It's easier for him to get his sweets as he calls love making.
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