CHAPTER 43
ZINHLE DUMAI just got done with packing my things. I went downstairs with the bags with the help of Tshepiso, of course.
Me: You already booked a ticket for me?
Tshepi: Yes, we're leaving later on.
Me: Why not now Tshepi? I just don't wanna see that girl walking in here with that.
Tshepi: I know you have your issues, Zinhle, but this is my brother we're talking about. I can't just leave without saying a proper goodbye.
Me: Oh yeah, I understand.
Tshepi: You do?
I just nodded. He pat my shoulder and told me that he's going out for a few minutes. I was now left with Pretty, who just focused on cartoons while having an ice cream. She's so quiet, unlike her father.
Me: So we're not sharing that?
Pretty: You want some?
I nodded, making a puppy face. She smiled and walked to the kitchen. I thought she was bringing another spoon, but she came with a bowl full of ice cream.
Pretty: You can have that one, and I'll have this one.
Me: Hayibo, you're now having a full one while mina, I just have a half you eaten?
She laughed, sitting next to me. She's in love with ice cream, but I'm scared that she might catch flu. I anyway took the half ice cream, and we ate watching Zig and sharko.
TSHEPISO BOOYSEN
I tracked Thato's phone and found that he's at the club. I drove there straight and found him sitting at the back couch with 2 b¡tches beside him. Is he for real?
Me: Thato.
Lady 1: Oh, heyy handsome.... wanna join us?
me: No, thank you. Thato, come on, we need to talk.
Lady 2: Oh no, are you guys twins? You look alike.
Me: No, we're not. Can't you see I'm much older than him?
These b¡tches are gonna get to my last nerve.
Me: Thato Booysen, I'm talking to you.
Thato: No, Tshepiso, we can't talk, not now.
Me: Well, I wasn't asking you.
I pulled his hand to a less quiet place.
Me: What the hell?
Thato: Aren't you leaving kanti with your girl
Me: What?
Thato: I thought y'all are already in the plane going to your place.
Me: Mxm, stop blubbering nonsense! What are you doing here?
Thato: I'm having fun with people who understand me.
Me: Don't piss me off! Zinhle is still at home. You can go and talk to her and win her back Thato mahn.
He softly laughed and looked at me with his drunk eyes.
Thato: She hates me.
Me: She...
Thato: And well, I don't care. I don't give a ****, I wasn't born to be loved anyway.
Me: Thato...
Thato: From now I'll only focus on my kid. Well, I hope it's a boy.
He smiled and pat my shoulder before heading back to his whorəs. I know he's still hurt. He'll come around. I glanced at him, he raised his whiskey bottle cheering to me with a side smile, and I just shook my head heading back home.
THATO BOOYSEN
I headed home late at night. I knew they were already gone. I couldn't bring myself to watch her leaving me. I've hurt her, I hurt her so much. She doesn't deserve me. Yes, she made a good choice by breaking up with me. She deserves someone who will treat her well, who will definitely not bring her more heartache.
"Thato, where's your mind?"
Melow's voice poked me from my thoughts. I looked at her as she faced me. We were on the couch, and she had just arrived.
Me: Huh?
Melow: You said I should move in, but when I come with my bags, you tell me not to bother anymore. You fetch me from my place saying you wanna have fun with me, but when we have to, your mind is far away from here.
Me: You also wanted to be by my side, so don't make it as if I'm desperately in need of you.
Melow: Aren't you? I mean, you left your girl for me.
Me: You lied about being admitted to the hospital and stuff just to break us up. You're the desperate one here.
She got on top of me, kissing me all down to my neck while moving her waist on me. I grabbed her hair, bringing her face to mine and kissing her. I smashed her lips, standing up with her, wrapping her legs around my waist, and walked to the downstairs guestroom. I threw her on bed. She laughed seductively and looked around, and confusion immediately covered her face.
Melow: We aren't using your room?
Me: Yeah, we're not.
Melow: But I miss the master room, Daddy...
Me: We'll never fûck in there, Mamello.
I said, taking off my shirt. I went to a drawer, taking out the protection, and crawled on bed to smash her lips. I ripped off her clothes. The next minute, we're both bütt naked.
Melow: Ahhh yeees daddy... harder...
I fücked her from behind, pulling her hair back and thrusted deep harder in her.
Me: Uhh fûck Hlehle.... shït...
I shut my eyes as I climaxed. I pulled out and went out to throw the used protection. I came back with a warm towel and gave it to her to clean herself up.
Melow: I know you're a fûck nigga but calling me with some b¡tch's name when releasing will not work with me.
Me: What?
Melow: You called me "Hlehle." Thato, why didn't you call that Hlehle of yours since she's that good in bed?
She took her ripped clothes wearing them and stormed out. The hell? What is Zinhle doing to me?
to be continued.
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