“Are you OK?” Nomzamo asked.

“Yes, I am,”

“Let us eat.” she murmured.

We sat at the table and started eating.

“How does it taste?” she asked.

“Delectable,” I responded.

“Thank you,” she said. “You’re doing the dishes, right?”

“OK,” I said with a mouthful.

“I’m kidding, men don’t do dishes, today I’m going to treat you like a king.” she said. “Tell me, do you have a girlfriend?” she asked.

I didn’t know how to answer that so I said, “Are you not worried?”

“Yes, but I try to take my mind off it,” she said.

“I’m worried, why don’t you just go back to your husband and apologise?” I suggested.

“No, that man is a dog, he treats me like I’m nothing, just a sex object.” she said.

“But he’s your husband.” I said.

“Not like I had any choice.”

“You did have a choice.” I exclaimed.

“Can we please change the topic?” she murmured. “I’m going to bed.”

“OK,”

“Are you coming?” she asked.

“No, I need some fresh air, I’m going downstairs,” I said.

I left the room. When I got to the store I bought a cigarette. I’d never smoked before but I had too much stress and I couldn’t think straight. I stood outside for few minutes and went back inside. When I got inside the room, I found Nomzamo naked on the bed.

“Please, I can’t sleep, I can’t think straight,” she said.

“We can’t Nomzamo.” I said.

“Please Thapelo, I’m begging you, I love what your body does to mine,” she said.

“You are a princess, act like one,” I said.

“How do I act like one if I’ve never been one?” she murmured.

“Well, princesses have pride, morals Nomzamo.” I exclaimed. There she went again with tears, I was starting to realise that tears were her biggest weapon against me.

“No, I’m not doing it.” I murmured. She got off the bed and came to me slowly with no clothes on.

“Are you scared?” she said. “You were not scared when you did me on top of the car,” she added. She then took my hand and put it between her legs, it was warm. I couldn’t hold myself, her sexy walk, her seductive voice, her incredibly hot body, I was losing my mind. “Imagine all the things you could do to me,” she said, “I’m all yours,” she added.

I found myself kissing her, it wasn’t what I anticipated, but I really fell for it.

“Tonight you’re a King.” she said while she pushed me on top of the bed and climbed on top of me. “I’m going to make you forget all the troubles you went through for me,” she murmured.

“Can I…” before I could finish up my sentence, she interrupted.

“Don’t say anything, just feel,”

We had sexual intimacy again, and I would be lying if I would say it wasn’t the best sex I’ve ever had in my life. After we did, we slept next to each other, looking up. “That was amazing,” she said, “I just can’t get enough.”

I didn’t respond, my heart was filled with regret. I did it again and I couldn’t understand why I fell for it. She seemed to be enjoying all this fantasy, I closed my eyes.

“Let us go for another round.” I heard her say but I didn’t move or act; I just turned, looked the other way and fell asleep.

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My journey with a Swati Princess – Chapter 5

I woke up early in the morning while she was asleep and thought of taking my bags and just leaving. But as I was looking at her, she looked innocent, she was just a troubled soul. Guilt started building up inside me.

Maybe God wants me to help this woman, I thought, maybe it’s my destiny.

I went out to buy breakfast. When she woke up she saw breakfast.

“What’s this?” she asked.

“Breakfast in bed, your highness.” I said.

“Don’t call me that!” she exclaimed with a smile. “I never took you as a romantic type,” she said.

“Well, I try,” I murmured.

I knew that what I was doing was wrong, but I didn’t know what I was doing either.

“You need to get back to varsity,” she said. “I’m old enough, I’ll take care of myself,” she added.

“But…”

“You have to make your granny proud, remember?”

I knew that it was an opportunity for me, but I couldn’t just leave her like that.

“Where would you go?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” she said.

“No, I can’t leave you, we’re in this together, school can wait,” I said. I knew that my words were impulsive, but I just couldn’t leave her.

“Do you really mean that?” she asked.

“Yes,” I responded. I didn’t know what was going on with me. Was I developing feelings for this woman? I thought. “I’m going downstairs, how much money is left?” I asked her.

“Enough for three days,” she said.

“Well, I have my school fees in my bank account, about R5000,” I said.

“OK, that will last us for a week and a half, unless…” she said.

“Unless what?”

“Unless, I go withdraw money with my husband’s card,” she said. “We have an account that I control, for food and other house expenditures,” she added.

“How much is in there?” I asked.

“Every year he deposits a hundred thousand in it and I’m in control of it,” she said. “Now since it’s July, it’s probably left with almost sixty thousand,” she added.

“Won’t he be able to trace us when we make a withdrawal?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” she said. “Unless we withdraw it all and leave this place as soon as possible,” she added.

“Let us go before he thinks of freezing the accounts,” I said.

We took our bags and left to the bank. I knew that this woman was getting me into more trouble and I tried to ignore what my girlfriend told me the previous day. We arrived at the bank, we went inside and withdrew it. R60 000.

“This is enough for a month,” I said and she nodded. “Then what about the following months?” I said.

“We will cross that bridge when we get there,” she said. We went to take a cab. “Let us go to Johannesburg,” she said.

“Why Johannesburg? Isn’t that where your husband lives?” I asked.

“Yes, and that will be the last place he’ll look,” she said.

What she just said made sense, her husband lived in Johannesburg and we left him at the garage in Portchefstroom, he wouldn’t think we were in Johannesburg.

“Where are we going in Johannesburg?” I asked.

“My husband stays in Sandton, we will go to Pretoria.” she said.

“I think it will be best if we look for a place in the township.” I said.

“Me? In a township? No!” she exclaimed.

“It’s cheaper there.” I said.

“OK,” she responded.

We left to Johannesburg. We arrived and looked for a place to stay and we couldn’t find any in Pretoria. We had to go to Thembisa and we found a small room that cost R400 a month, it was fine.

“I don’t know how I’m going to survive in a place this place.” Nomzamo said.

“Just relax, city girl,” I said with a smile.

The room had no furniture, we had to go buy a fridge and a bed.

“Why don’t we buy two beds?” I asked her.

“That will cost us more money,” she responded. We bought a fridge and a bed, then we went to buy groceries.

The third night with her was better, she didn’t try anything naughty; she just looked the other way and slept.

“Tomorrow we should buy a TV,” I said.

“Yes,” she responded with a low tone. I didn’t understand why she was so down that day.

“Are you OK?” I asked her.

“How can I be OK, Thapelo?” she shouted.

“Shhh,” I said.

“I’m a princess, but I’ve never been treated like one.” she said. “My life is a mess,” she cried as she looked the other way. I looked up and took a deep breath. Things seemed to be getting worse.

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