Betrayed

Introductory Chapter

"We need to talk," I say, rubbing her thigh. She turns to me, her eyes questioning, and pauses the movie.

"We need to tell him," I continue, my voice firm but gentle.

She shakes her head, her expression worried, and stands up. She begins pacing between the kitchen and lounge, her movements agitated.

"No, Lihle, no. It could break him," she says, her voice laced with concern.

I shrug my shoulders and stand up, walking towards her. I take her hands in mine, my grip reassuring.

"I know," I say, my voice softening. "But there isn't much we can do. That's my brother we're talking about, maybe not by blood, but still."

"This is also wrong. Maybe we should stop," she says, her voice laced with guilt and uncertainty.

I take a step back, my eyes fixed on hers, trying to process her words. I close my eyes, collecting my thoughts before responding.

"We like each other, bruh. We've tried to stop. For months now, yet here we are. You can't control your feelings," I say, my voice firm but gentle.

She shakes her head, her expression unconvinced, and returns to the lounge, sitting down with a sigh.

I lean against the kitchen counter, my eyes fixed on hers, as she struggles to find the right words. I kiss my teeth in frustration, sensing her turmoil.

"Not like this. No," she says, shaking her head. I walk back to the lounge and sit beside her, my presence inviting her to open up.

She looks down, avoiding eye contact, but I gently lift her head with my thumb. "Listen," I say, my voice soft and reassuring, before pecking her lips.

"We didn't ask for this," I continue, my words a gentle reminder that our feelings are beyond our control.

She responds by holding the sides of my face, her fingers tracing my jawline as she pulls me closer. Her eyes lock onto mine, searching for understanding, and I return her gaze, my eyes delving deep into hers.

The tension between us is palpable as she leans in closer, our faces inches apart, the air thick with anticipation.

Just as our lips are about to meet, a voice interrupts us - "Asanda?" We quickly pull away from each other, and I stand up, my heart racing with anticipation. I know in this moment, something is about to go down.

"Lihle," he says, his voice firm and commanding, as he puts the food on the kitchen counter and walks towards me. I see the tension in his clenched jaw and fists, and I instinctively back away until I'm pressed against the wall.

He stands in front of me, his eyes blazing with anger, and I nervously lick my lips. "Baby, it's not what it looks like," Asanda says, her voice calm and reassuring, as she steps between us and places a hand on his chest.

With her other hand, she looks up at him, her eyes pleading for understanding and calm. The gesture is intimate and possessive, a clear signal that she's claiming him as hers.

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Before everything went down, I was living my best life as Lihle Socikwa, an eighteen-year-old high school senior. I'm a self-proclaimed sports fanatic, fitness enthusiast, and charming stud who owns her sexuality. Unapologetically gay and confident, I'm single but never lacking in attention. You feel me?

I'm chillin' at my homeboy's crib, Vusi Mbatha's place. He's my day one, my brother from another mother. We've been homies since we were six, practically growing up together. Our parents have been best friends since they were kids, so it was only natural that we'd become close too.