PROMISED TO HIM
CHAPTER 15
ROY SMITH
I took a slow sip of my whiskey, the amber liquid burning my throat, smoke curling lazily around me and filling the office. The weight of the night pressed against my shoulders, but I didn’t care.
Msizi appeared silently at my side, pouring another whiskey without asking.
“We found a hideout for Sean,” he said.
“Where?” I asked, eyes narrowing.
“Thailand.”
I smirked, my hand unconsciously tightening around the glass. “Book me a flight tonight.”
“Already did,” he said with a knowing grin. No one knew me like Msizi.
I leaned back in my chair, exhaustion and frustration bubbling under my skin.
“You look like you’ve been run over by a bus… haven’t fixed your issues with Madam yet?”
“Don’t call her that,” I shot back, but even I felt a little amused at my irritation.
“This girl is a magician… ngyawabonga, amantombazane aseNatal,” I muttered, [i salute KZN girls]
“My shares at Smith Holdings are in danger,” I muttered under my breath.
Msizi’s eyes were sharp.
“Roy, this shit isn’t about shares. You know it. This… is personal.”
“Are you Fuckin’ telling me that I’m lying?” I snapped, raising my hands in frustration.
I stormed out of the office, my mind racing, when my phone buzzed. It was my P.A.
“Mr. Smith, you have a meeting tomorrow,” she said.
“Cancel all my meetings for this week,” I replied curtly.
Her voice softened but carried a teasing edge.
“Does it always have to be like this? Just business… no fun? No moments that are ours?”
I clenched my jaw.
“Did we ever have moments?” I asked, irritated.
“Maybe you’ll remember if I speak to your wife about us,” she said, a wicked edge in her tone.
I froze. The words were deliberate, calculated to provoke me.
“Tell me the time and the place,” I said through gritted teeth.
“If you think you can hurt me, Roy… you’re wrong,” she said, almost laughing.
“I know you—famous Mabaso blood.”
” I left my career to be close to you. To be your P.A. Are you really going to throw that away?”
“I don’t recall asking you though”
I disconnected, my fingers slightly around the phone. Audacity. She actually had the nerve to threaten me.
Her message pinged immediately with a location. I crushed the phone in my hand for a moment before lighting a cigarette and heading out.
By 6 PM, I arrived at the secluded location, my presence deliberate and commanding. I was dripped in black, every inch of me exuding control—but she didn’t seem fazed.
She sat there, her useless bodyguards circling like sharks.
“Can we go to the hotel, daddy?” she purred.
“No,” I said coldly, my eyes scanning the place
“Do you want me to call your wife?” she taunted, smirking.
“You fired Yolanda Mabaso,” I said sharply, stepping closer. My hand found her arm, pulling her slightly toward me, enough to show dominance. Her guards didn’t move; they had learned long ago that I was unpredictable.
“You won’t kill me. You wouldn’t dare. I have brothers,” she said, trying to sound brave.
I chuckled, pulling out my phone and dialing Nkosenhle.
“Bhoza,” he said casually.
“Your sister, Yolanda… she’s in my way. What should I do?” I asked.
“Please… don’t kill her. I’ll talk to her,” he said nervously.
I disconnected, watching as her confident mask cracked when her phone rang. Her hands shook as she answered I went to my car
By the time I returned home, Ausi Doris had already packed my essentials. Mayi stood by the door, arms crossed, giving me a look that could pierce steel.
“Where are you going?” she asked, voice sharp.
“In a business trip, Bayi,” I replied without emotion.
“Stop acting dumb, it Mayi,” she shot back, crossing her arms even tighter.
“Whatever,” I muttered, this morning she was slapping me now she acts like a caring wife
I gritted my teeth, the faint taste of blood mixing with whiskey. This was war. And I was ready.