CHAPTER 15
SABELO
It takes all the dignity and self-respect left in me not to stand up and go to Nomvula. I can tell by just looking at her that she doesn’t just look good, she smells good too. She’s so engrossed into whatever they are talking about that she doesn’t even notice me. I turn back to the people I’m with only to notice that Zipho saw what just happened and she doesn’t look impressed. I don’t care about her though, I’m only here for this little man.
“Are you going to say something to him?” Zipho asks and I swear if this kid wasn’t here, I would walk out. This woman just knows how to push the wrong buttons.
“Uhm, what’s your name, boy?”
“Junior,” he mumbles. Okay, I will take that.
“I’m Sabelo,” I tell him even though he doesn’t seem to be interested in what I’m saying.
“Mom, do you think Dad can send us money for food? I’m hungry already,” Junior says and my blood boils, I keep my composure though.
“I can buy you food,” I offer.
“I don’t want help from strangers,” he says sharply. If this boy and I are going to have a relationship, we will have to deal with his attitude first.
“Uhm, Junior, Sabelo is not a bad guy. Dad said you shouldn’t accept help from bad strangers. He’s not a bad stranger,” Zipho explains.
“Why is he saying he is my dad? Strangers lie so they can steal people,” the boy continues. I give it to him for his debating skills though, he can be a great asset if trained well.
“Okay. How about we call him Uncle Sabelo and get to know him?” Zipho reasons with him.
“Okay,” the boy shrugs.
I call the waiter and order another drink while Zipho and her son order something to eat. I’m hungry but I will eat later. This boy ruffled my emotions and I need to get them back to normal before I can eat.
“So, Uncle Sabelo, are you married?” the boy asks.
“I was.”
“You are divorced like my mom and Dad?”
I can’t help raising my eyebrow at Zipho. She made this boy believe that she was married to that thug? The things women can do for a soft life are not just shocking; they are bone chilling.
“No, I’m not divorced. My wife passed away,” I stare at my wedding band briefly and then back to the little guy.
“I’m sorry.” Shockingly, he reaches for my hand and rubs it. I guess beyond the attitude is an empathetic little man. “Mom says her mother passed away and she gets sad every time she speaks about her. Do you also get sad?”
“Yes, but I’m learning not to get sad.”
“Do you think she’s an angel now or she went to hell?”
I laugh. Because there’s no way my wife would have gone to hell even if there was such a place in existence, she was too good and honesty for it.
“She is definitely an angel,” I say with a smile.
“That’s good, she will look after you.”
We eat in awkward silence until Zipho breaks the silence.
“When do you think we can visit you?” she asks and I choke on my beer. What? Visit me where? Her and who? “I would understand if you don’t want us to visit, it’s okay.”
“Can we focus on me getting to know the boy?” I try to sound kind and understanding as I say this but I’m definitely going to send her a message telling her where to get the F off.
“I understand.”
By the time they say their goodbyes, I am up in my throat with them even though the boy is warming up to me. He even allowed me to snap a few pictures of him, we even took a selfie. I’m looking at the selfie now and I still can’t get used to how alike we look. I don’t know what the universe was trying with this resemblance but it is uncomfortable, really.
“Someone decided to give fatherhood a chance?” Nomvula brings me back to where I am. Her cleavage is distracting, in a good way, but I still don’t like how it makes me feel down there. I haven’t had sexual feelings for anyone until her. “Sabelo?”
“Uhm, sorry, you were saying?” I’m embarrassed that I was caught staring.
“I’m glad you reconsidered. The boy looks like and you two will soon be twinning as father and son,” she adds.
“Why do you care about what happens in my life?”
“Sir, you are the one who kissed me and later decided that I wasn’t worth you disrespecting your wife’s memory, and went AWOL on me. Don’t act as if I’m the reason you blocked me on WhatsApp and everywhere else.”
“You are a distraction and distractions are not good for any man.”
“But a man needs to release some tension—”
“What?”
“Come on, you know you want me—”
“Are you drunk, Nomvula?”
“Maybe tipsy. So, what do you say?”
I have never had a girl ask me out and here is Nomvula, she’s not just asking me out, she’s inviting me to her bed. This all sounds so wrong but the guy down there is excited. I hope I don’t have to stand up now because the guy down there is standing on business already.
“Will you say something or should I go back to my cousin?”
“What’s your definition of fun?” I ask her.
“I don’t know, that’s what I’m trying to find out and I want to know if you will fit in my definition of fun,” she winks.
“Your house or mine?” I ask.
“Mine. We don’t want your wife joining in, do we?”
If someone else had said that about my late wife, I would have lost it but this girl here is turning me on by mentioning my dead wife in the same sentence that she uses to lure me to her bed.
“You drive, I’m a bit tipsy,” she suggests.
“Won’t you say goodbyes to your friend?”
“She’s my cousin, don’t worry about her.”
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NOMVULA
My titties are freed the moment we step into the house, Sabelo’s tongue twirls around mine as our hands both struggle with my tight dress. It takes the zip tearing for the dress to finally come off me.
“No underwear?” the smile on Sabelo’s face has my clit developing a heart of its own. I can feel it breathing and aching for a touch.
“I’m not a fan…” my sentence is cut by a moan. His left hand caresses my butt, our lips are glued to each other as he carefully leads me to the couch. We reach the couch and he carefully lays me down and briefly stares at my naked body. His stare has me hot in all the right places.
“You are gorgeous,” his eyes carry a lot of desire and lust. He loses his shirt and I swallow hard looking at his defined torso. He looks so good if he wasn’t breathing this close to me I would say he is a sculpture. He grabs my leg and raises it, his fingers leave a trail in their wake as his hand moves towards the sacred part of my body. His hand continues playing their magic on me while his eyes hold mine in a stare that’s making me even hotter.
“Touch me more,” I beg and moan at the same time.
“You are such a glorious sight,” that’s all I hear before his face disappears between my legs. I don’t know what is more wetter, his tongue or my folds but whatever it is, the slippery exercise taking place down there has me speaking in tongues; something I never did even when my mother took me to church every Sunday.
“Ooh…” I arc my back, giving him more access to my honeypot. His tongue twirls and I have never felt this good in my entire life. Not even getting my first car felt this good. “Oh my God…” my toes curl just as I try to find a place to hold on. I feel like this feeling will take my body to another universe but I’m not ready to leave this tongue here. I need to stay grounded. “Sabelo,” my hands fly to his head and push him further down. He introduces his thumb to my clit and I explode. My body shakes just as I scream his name…
I wake up feeling sweaty and something heavy is weighing on me. My eyes flutter open and for a moment, I freeze as they land on a human’s head. I touch it and it moves. The heavyweight on me stirs and Sabelo lazily opens his eyes. What the hell did I do?
“You don’t regret this, do you?” he asks and sneaks his finger between my folds.
“Stop,” I giggle as he tickles me.
“Girl, you were on fire,” he teases and my cheek burn in embarrassment. “I thought you were a virgin?”
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Second insert of the day will come after 8PM…