Sthembiso



The world around us melted away as I stared at Makukhanye. The kiss left my lips tingling. My hands stayed rooted on her waist, they fit perfectly on the curves of her waist. “Did I disappoint?” I whispered.

Makukhanye tilted her head to the side, her voice came out teasing. “It was too short to tell. I need a rematch.” my lips curled up with a smile. A rematch? I’ll give her a rematch.

I pulled Makukhanye close, our bodies pressed together. My fingers brushed against her cheek, sending shivers down my spine. “You’re impossible,” my voice came out breathy. I dipped my head and kissed her. This time, the kiss was soft and gentle. We both breathed a little too hard when we stepped back. Makukhanye turned to walk away, she flipped her braids over her shoulder and said, “I guess you’re not bad,” she teased. As she walked back to the kitchen her hips swayed as she walked.

I sank into the couch, fighting to keep my eyes off Makukhanye. My thoughts were getting dirtier by the second. If Melusi knew what was running through my mind right this second, I’d be a dead man. He’d made it crystal clear: his daughter was off-limits.

But Makukhanye was making it impossible for me to resist. That kiss we had started a fire within me, and now all I could think about was claiming her. I imagined grabbing her, lifting her onto the counter, and losing myself in her.

I tried to shake off the thoughts, but they lingered, tempting me, making it hard for me to concentrate.

Makukhanye handed me a smoothie, her fingers deliberately brushing against mine. The touch was small, but it made my blood run. “I’m going upstairs,” she said, her eyes locking with mine for a second too long before she turned and left. When I heard her bedroom door clicked shut, I let out a slow breath and whispered a curse. “Damn it, what have you done Sthembiso?” I asked myself, feeling like I’d just open a can of worms.

My phone’s ringtone pulled me back to reality. My heart skipped a beat when I saw Melusi’s name flashing on the screen. What were the chances? Just minutes after kissing his daughter, and now he’s calling. Does he have the whole house bugged?

I hesitated, wondering if I should answer. But ignoring him wasn’t an option. I took a deep breath and picked up. “Hello,” I said, trying to sound calm, while wiping my sweaty palm on my pants. “How’s it going?” When did I start saying how’s it going? It would be a miracle if Melusi doesn’t suspect anything.

“How are things there?”

I jumped up from the couch, my nerves on edge. I paced back and forth across the living room, trying to calm myself down. “They’re good,” I replied, my voice trembling slightly. I hoped Melusi wouldn’t notice.

“It’s my wife’s birthday this weekend. We’re having a little dinner party. I’d like you to bring Makukhanye.” My heart sank. Bringing Makukhanye to the party? That was the last thing I needed. What if when I was there Melusi would suspect something and make me pay.

I forced out a casual “Yeah, sure” before ending the call. My heart was racing as I hurried upstairs and knocked on Makukhanye’s door. When she opened it, I was taken aback. She stood before me, wrapped in a towel, her hair had water droplets from the shower she had just taken. For a minute, I forgot how to breathe.

I cleared my throat, breaking the silence. “We’re heading to Sandton this weekend for your mom’s birthday.” Makukhanye nodded and said calmly. “Okay.” Her eyes dropped to the towel wrapped around her, and she looked up at me. “I should get dressed,” she said a bit awkwardly. 

I cleared my throat and nodded, “Yes that’s right, I’ll leave you to it.”