Cape Town looked different. She thought it was just like any other city but the buildings looked older and different, that’s why tourists loved it. She took her phone and snapped some pics. The sculptures and palm trees; it looked like Miami in Africa. It was the most adventurous city and there was her Prince Charming, staring at her as she felt the fresh air.

It wasn’t hard to recognise Trey: he looked the same as his pictures. He wore skinny jeans showing off his powerful-looking legs. She was also wearing skinny jeans, and a white top with flowers on it. She had changed her sneakers for pumps after hopping off the bus. He smiled and he walked towards her. It looked like he was the only man walking: she saw only him. The street was busy with people getting off buses and rushing on their own missions. He walked as if he was floating. She couldn’t take her eyes off him.

“Oh, my darling angel,” he said, sweeping her up and hugging her.

She felt the Nivea almond cream around his neck and took in his Brut fragrance.

“Good to see you,” she whispered and he kissed both of her cheeks.

He had a BMW. It looked new and shone, revealing her reflection. He opened the door for her and they skidded off. He kept staring at her in between trying to keep his eyes on the road.

“How was your trip?” he asked.

“It was long. Mpumalanga isn’t like this place,” she chuckled.

“You like it?” he put his hand on her thigh. She turned away quickly.

“It’s cool,” she said, uncomfortable.

“Sorry, I thought you were ready…I want to hold you and touch your whole body,” he said and winked at her when their eyes met.

She felt weak at the knees and giggled like a teenager.

“I did love it,” she murmured and looked through the window.

Cape Town was spectacular, no wonder it had more tourists than in Mpumalanga. Her home had a few places that attracted tourists, but Cape Town was really worth the visit.

He drove for about an hour until they reached a dusty road that directed them to a big house. It looked like the movies but it was also the only house in sight.

“You live alone here?” Amanda asked, and pointed at it.

“Yes, I love my peace. Town life isn’t good, it’s so noisy and the traffic,” he said.

He jumped out of the car, opened the door for her, and grabbed her luggage and some food he had bought before he fetched her. The house looked ancient though it was not falling apart. The furniture wasn’t as old as the house. He had fancy things: a big lounge, kitchen, study and two bedrooms with a bathroom upstairs.

“You like it?” he asked as he pulled the groceries out of the paper bags.

She strolled around looking at the small frames with certificates, and the sculptures.

“Beautiful,” she said, as she noticed a big meat knife on the chest of draws near the plasma. “Very nice,” she murmured and sat on the couch.

“Here,” he handed her a glass of wine and a tray of snacks. There was a lovely aroma coming from the kitchen.

“You’re already cooking?” she asked in surprise, as he sat down.

“You didn’t see me when you were busy investigating,” he laughed.

She giggled and looked towards the kitchen. She wasn’t investigating but appreciating, she murmured. There were no walls but corners to show the room divisions. She sat with her legs on the couch and scanned the room again.

“A man who cooks,” she said and he sat closer, holding her hand and brushing her fingers with his.

Tell us: Do you trust Trey? Why or why not?