She turns me over and hovers over me. Dominating me. Her eyes are staring at me, viciously.

I don’t like the look on her eyes right now, so I flip us over and I dominate over her.

She closes her eyes and looks away.

“Please, get off me.” She says.

I get off her and roll over to my side of the bed, and pull the covers over my head drifting off to sleep.

**

I open my eyes, only to find Tshego awake staring at me, with an empty Savannah bottle on her right hand.

I blink.

“What are you going to do with that? Stab me with it?” I yawn.

She drops the bottle, it doesn’t even make a sound as it falls on the hotel’s carpet.

“So, you..want to kill me?” I snort.

She doesn’t reply, instead she jumps me as I rub at my eyes. She straddles me and kisses the hell out of me. I enjoy her kisses. I love kissing her.

She pulls the sheets over us, and it’s just me and her under the covers. Our anger, hatred and disgust towards each other gone! United by copulation, not even our deep resentment towards each other can make us stop now, as our soft moans and groans fill the room.