THE COVEN’S BRIDE
CHAPTER 2 (SPONSORED BY Sihle)
SIBUSISO
She is the most beautiful woman that I have ever laid my eyes on. When I saw her, something in me shifted, and I knew she was the one. All my life, I have been told that when I meet the one, I would feel it, but I didn’t think the feeling would be so intense. It’s like something was pulling me to her. She is so pretty, I wish I could pull her in for a hug and hold her in my arms forever. I swear a part of me wants to ask her to marry me – that is how strongly I feel for her.
I clear my dry throat and take a swig of my drink. My heart is almost pounding out of my chest, and my mouth is dry like I haven’t drunk water in years. How can one person make someone feel like I am feeling without even saying anything? There is just something about her. I think I am in love. I think this is what they call love at first sight.
Funny, I am the same person who has been preaching about not believing in love. But then, I had not yet met this beautiful goddess standing in front of me. How can one be so gorgeous? How did she make the world stand still by just looking at me? Her smile took my breath away. When she locked eyes with me, everything started moving in slow motion.
“If you are not going to say anything, then goodbye,” she says to me. I was so caught up in her beauty that I couldn’t say anything. Can she blame me though? She is breathtaking. It’s like God reserved a day just to create her.
“I am Sibusiso.”
She nods. “Yeah, you already said that.”
I did? Then why don’t I remember? I need to say something. I want to say something, but I am tongue-tied. My mind is running with all the things to say, but for some reason, nothing is coming out of my mouth.
“It was nice meeting you, Sibusiso,” Naledi says about to walk away, and I hold her arm. Not too harsh but enough to make her stop walking. I do not miss how soft her skin is. Why the f*ck am I getting hard? “Are you going to say something?”
“I want to make you my wife.”
She chuckles gently pushing my hand off her. “I think you have had a little too much to drink buddy.”
“I am not drunk, well…not yet.”
“Bye, Sibusiso,” she says, walking away.
I know I shouldn’t be watching her behind, but I cannot help myself. She looks gorgeous in the white dress she is wearing. It is short and flared, and for some reason, the thought of me taking that dress off and kissing every inch of her skin crosses my mind. F*ck she makes me so hard. It’s been a long time since I have had a woman make me feel like this.
“Hey, big head.” That’s my sister Jasmine and the reason I am here today. She begged me to be her plus one. Honestly, I didn’t want to come, but we all know how controlling little sisters are.
“Don’t call me that, you know I hate that name.”
She laughs after sipping on her drink. “We all know you are stuck with that name until you die. Even at your wedding, I will make sure to mention it.”
“Who says you are invited to my wedding? You and the whole family are not invited.”
“Oh, please, we both know that we will be the ones holding everything together. Family comes first, and you know it,” she answers.
“How unfortunate for me.”
“Stop being a party pooper and let’s go greet the birthday girl,” she takes my arm, and we walk towards the birthday girl.
I don’t even know the owner of the birthday. I was told to get a gift and bring myself. I wouldn’t be surprised to find out that Naledi is the birthday girl. That is how clueless I am. Thank God it’s not Naledi because if it were, I would already be regretting the bag I wrapped up. I didn’t know what to get, so I settled for a bag. If it were Naledi’s birthday, I was going to rush out and get a gift deserving of the goddess that she is.
“Hey, girl!” Jasmine hugs the birthday girl.
I can tell that they are not that close by, that hey girl. That is the thing with having money, you have to pretend to know and like other people with money. We can meet for the first time and have a conversation like we have known each other our whole lives. We value being liked by other people in case we one day need them.
“I am glad you made it, and your dress is gorgeous.” The birthday girl replies. I can tell she also doesn’t know Jasmine that well. But then both of them being in the same room together is good publicity.
“No, your dress is gorgeous, and you need to link me up with your designer. That is an amazing piece,” says Jasmine, and the birthday girl promises her lunch, where they will see the designer. “Before I forget, this is my brother Sibusiso. He lives in Germany, and he is here for a short while.”
I extend my hand to the birthday girl and say, “Happy birthday! I hope you are enjoying your day.”
“I am,” she says, wearing a smirk, and then shifts her attention to Jasmine. “I didn’t know you had a handsome brother.”
“Oh, please, this big head is the ugliest human being I have ever seen,” Jasmine answers, causing the birthday girl to laugh. Does this child know how crazy the ladies are about me? She doesn’t know how some people have sleepless nights because they wish to sleep in my arms.
“Tshidi, it’s time,” says a voice. I know it’s her without even turning to look at her. I know it’s her just by how my stomach turned at her voice. I finally get a view of her gorgeous face – I am going to marry her one day.
“I would like you guys to meet someone very close to me, my sister and best friend Naledi,” says Tshidi.
“Nice to meet you,” Naledi shakes Jasmine’s hand, but not mine. How come I do not get a handshake? I would have loved to feel her soft skin once more. Naledi says to Tshidi. “Your mother says it’s time.”
“Thank you guys, for being here. I appreciate you,” Tshidi says before rushing away.
Naledi flashes a smile at us and then excuses herself. I try to follow her, but Jasmine pulls me back. “What do you think you are doing?”
“What does it look like I am doing to you?”
She folds her arms across her chest. “Don’t tell me you want to follow that girl.”
“I can do whatever the f*ck I want, I am not a child.”
“You are my plus one, and not many people know that you are my brother. I don’t want people knowing that my boyfriend bailed out of me,” she says, whispering.
“Jas don’t be weird, please.”
I rush after Naledi, it seems she is heading out. I hope she is not leaving yet. For someone wearing heels, she is walking way too fast.
“Hey!” I call her. She stops walking to check who just called her. “Are you leaving?”
“No, I’m just catching my breath.”
“I thought you were leaving,” I say. “And I would like to apologize for earlier. I am sure that was very awkward. I apologize. Can I buy you dinner to make it up to you?”
“No need.”
“Please? Please, can I buy you dinner?” I plead. I can even kneel if I have to. I would like to get to know her.
“Snowy!” A young girl calls from a distance. “Tshidi says she needs you next to her.”
“I am coming!” Naledi calls, and the girl heads back inside.
“Snowy?” I ask.
“Second name – nickname. I have to go inside before Tshidi sends a search party for me.”
“What do you say about that dinner?” I ask and cross my fingers that she says yes.
“I will have to turn you down, I am sorry.” She tries to walk, but I pull her back. I didn’t mean to use that much force because she landed on my shirt, leaving a lipstick stain. “Oh my God, I am so sorry.”
“No, I am sorry. I didn’t mean to pull you back that harshly.”
She looks so worried about the stain on my shirt. “I am so sorry, and I hope you won’t get in trouble with your girlfriend. I can find you another shirt.”
I smile, it’s cute how worried she is, but Jasmine is not my girlfriend, and this is a cute stain, I love it. I find myself cupping her face, and I am surprised she is letting me. “I said it’s fine and that woman I was with is my little sister.”
“I am sorry once more.”
I answer, staring into her eyes. “Don’t be, and it’s just a small stain.”
“I have to go.”
“You are so beautiful,” I say, brushing my thumb against her cheek. Her skin is very soft.
“I have to go.”
My eyes move from hers to her lips. My lips are itching to kiss hers. Should I do it? What if she slaps me? But she hasn’t pushed my hands off; that should mean something. I lean and kiss her; she kisses me back.
“Snowy!” someone calls, and she rushes off.
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