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Chapter Twenty Five.

Chapter Twenty Five.

"I like it when you lose it, I like it when you go there, I like the way you use it, I like that you don't play fair, Recipe for a disaster, When I'm just try'na take my time,Stroke is gettin' deep and faster, You're screamin' like I'm outta line" x TANK.

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"The world is yet to see a wedding that could top that of His Royal Highness Prince Bangizwe Shazi and his beautiful bride Her Royal Highness Princess Zanokuhle Shazi..."

I tumble over on my bed, kicking my legs in the air out of pure joy. That was me. A whole royal title to my name. A whole me, married and not using my father's surname anymore. A whole me looking so beautiful next to the man that I could now call my husband with a full chest. I shake my head still looking at the roof of my room. I bring my phone to my face again.

"...the two tied the knot on the 5th of February, Wednesday and was witnessed saying their 'I do's' in front of millions. Their wedding was attended by the Queen and King themselves showing full support of the two who couldn't seem to keep their hands off each other. The wedding was one of a kind, one showing that no matter where one comes from can't stop the matters of the heart. Our Princess was a former teacher, giving knowledge to the youth of Emashazini. We hope that this will the beginning of more amazing things that..." I look to my side as the door opened.

My eyes go wide and I'm off the bed in a matter of seconds, running into his arms. I'm in the air as he lifted my legs and held them by his sides. His grip firm and secure. This is the second time he's ever lifted me up and I don't know what to think. He smelt so amazing...so intoxicating as I held him close to me.

"Sdudla sam." Him.
"Haibo wena." I giggle, pecking his lips.
"Kabuza kahle hau." He says. I slightly shake my head and lean in to kiss him again. Bringing him closer to with the arms I had around his neck. I run my fingers through his rough hair, feeling the rich texture. He's walking, still with me in his arms and gravitates. My knees resting on the bed now.

His hands travel up my covered thighs, all the way to my behind which he squeezes. I move back, stopping the kiss before clearing my throat. He looks at me, clearly confused by my actions.

"Uhmm...I need to finish packing." I say and attempt on getting off him, but he held me firmly in place, not granting my escape permission. I think I'm overwhelmed with thoughts and what really lies ahead. How the hell do we go from this to fully naked? Like with none of these barriers and thin tight fabrics.
"Are you scared of me?" He ask and my eyes are quickly on him again.
"What? no..."
"Then what's wrong?" He asks and it's almost a whisper.
"These clothes won't pack themselves." I say and press my lips into a thin line just as his hands moved to my inner thighs. "Bangi..."
"I don't bite..."
"Are you even sure about that?" My cheeks heat up.

He doesn't answer me, but instead throws me a smirk and lets me go.

I take the last dress I had been folding from on top of my suitcase before I place it with the other pile of neatly folded clothes. Both old and new. I hear the bed moving and not long after that his hands around my waist. "How about I help you?" He asks.

I nod. "Sure."

He takes a suitcase and goes to put it on the bed. I hear the zip open before I turned to look at him opening it. "Ouuu what are these?" He lifts what was inside and holds it to his face.

Wait no!

I grab it from him and hide it behind my back . Something red. Something blue. Something black.