CHAPTER 44
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I groaned as I heard an annoying gate buzzer. I raised my spinning head from the couch. It looks like I dozed off here when I came back from the club. I slowly dragged my feet to open up. It looks like I'm still a little bit drunk. I recognized the car parking by, it's Blade. What does he want? I opened the door before he could ring the doorbell... his jaw dropped.
Me: What?
Blade: Uhm, hi... is bra Thato home? I'm looking for him.
Me: Mxm... very funny.
I walked further inside, going back to the couch. I threw myself on it, closing my eyes. The silence filled the room, I half opened my eyes and caught him looking around in awe.
Me: Blade, dintshang o futhang? (What's up? What do you want)
Blade: Bozza, ho mathang ka jy? ka forstan die kent left you mara come on, otlo runner lyf ya jy like this? ( Boss, what's going on with you? I understand that kid left you, but come on, will you live your life like this?)
Me: I'm gonna ask you for the last time. O futhang? (What do you want)
Blade: The stuff is finished, and it's been a week now... when will you get them?
Me: Why don't you get them?
He shook his head and moved the empty whiskey bottle from the single couch having a seat.
Blade: Bozza wa qava dieman only sells them to you. (Boss, you know that guy..)
Me: Take a break from that.
Blade: You're such a mess. Why don't you go and try to win her back?
Me: She hates me. She probably found someone else.
Blade: Try to move on nawe ke. Trim your beard, do your waves, man, and clean this place up. It looks like some trash area.
I just looked at him. How will I move on when I feel so empty inside? I feel incomplete, I tried to move on and forget about her, but it's impossible. I see her in every girl. I have to think of her before my dΒ‘ck erects, I have to think of her before I cΓΌm. Now, how will I move on?
Blade: Hardy boss, but it's either you move on or you try to win her back.
He said and walked out. I wiped a tear that I just shed. I swallowed a lump on my throat and got up from the couch. I walked to my study room and took out the bottle. This is the only way to escape my reality, I took out my ready-made weed.
ZINHLE DUMA
I was busy with the pots making supper when I felt his warm hands around my waist. I rested my head on his chest.
Me: Evening. How was your day?
Tshepi: Exhausting, but your massage will do.
Me: No, Tshepi, we talked about this. We should stop being so cozy to avoid the mistake we did last time.
I said, turning to face him. There was this one time we got drunk and fΓΌcked, well I don't regret it at all, so does he or maybe he does.
Tshepi: It will be just a massage, Zee, nothing more.
Me: No, get yourself a girlfriend to do all that. Mina nje ngi'right.
He chuckled and kissed my cheek, heading to his room, probably to freshen up while I continued with supper. After a while, he came out wearing his shorts and a vest with slidders. I couldn't help but stare at his muscular body.
Tshepi: Stop drooling.
Me: I'm not.
We stared at each other for some time before I could break it off.
Me: Have a seat, I'll dish up for us.
He went to the lounge and chilled in there while getting busy with his phone with all his seriousness. He reminds me of Thato when he's so serious, mxm why am I thinking of that player? Well, he hasn't contacted me in a while. I'm pretty sure he's having his best life with his baby mama.
I brushed all those thoughts off and went to the lounge with our plates. I sat next to him as we covered our thighs with a fleece blanket. We ate while watching my favorite movie, βππ‘π’π§π€ π₯π’π€π π π¦ππ§β I don't know how many have we watched it. I just can't get enough of it. After eating, I went to put the dishes away and got back only to find him watching his favorite.
Me: You like this movie? I hate it.
Tshepi: I know.
Me: So why are we watching it?
Tshepi: I am watching it. You should focus somewhere else as I continue with my movie.
He likes horror movies while I enjoy romance and comedy. He's a total opposite of Thato. Thato only watches tv when it's soccer match or anything to do with soccer, I used to force him to watch movies with me but he'll keep disturbing me busy kissing me and being all touchy until we eventually focus on ourselves before the movie even plays for 15 min. Argh, why am I comparing them again!
Tshepi: Zee, stop staring at me like that!
Me: You said I should focus somewhere else mos.
Tshepi: And that somewhere is my face?
Me: Mm.
I smiled, he side smiled leaning his back on the couch while I folded my legs facing him. Why does he have to look so much like his younger brother? Here I go again! Thinking of Thato! His cold lips took me back to my senses. To my surprise, I responded to it.
It got heated. I felt his hand sliding into my pants. I stopped him.
Me: What are we doing, Tshepiso?
Tshepi: I can't hold this sexual tension between us anymore, Zinhle.
Me: We talked about this.
Tshepi: This is the last last time.
He perked my lips, and I found myself smiling.
Me: Is it?
Tshepi: Mm...
He perked them again until we eventually passionately kissed. The next thing our clothes were taken off. I was lying on my back on the couch.
Tshepi: *whispers* Look at me...
I did as he slowly thrusted deep but at a slower pace.
Me: Ahhh....
He slowly increased his pace, not moving his eyes from mine. I couldn't hold on anymore... I shut my eyes and bit my lower lip as pleasure kicked in.
Me: Ah, Tshepiisooo...
Tshepi: *groaning* FΓ»ck you're so warm... ohh shΓ―t!
Me: Ahh, harder....
He went in harder as I wrapped my legs around his waist.
Tshepi: FΓ»ck Zinhle, please be mine.... be mine...
Me: *breathlessly* Oh yees! yeees!
To Be Continued.
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