Betrayed

Chapter 14

Lihle's POV:

After the match, we celebrated our win outside the court. Asanda was there, and I couldn't help but steal glances at her. She looked stunning in her black biker shorts, crop top, and white Air Force Ones.

My mind wandered, imagining her without all that gear. Oh, the things I'd do to her... especially after those photos she sent this morning. She caught me staring and smiled, and I winked back before looking away, trying to play it cool.

"Guys, I have plans, so..." I said, getting up to leave.

"How are you getting home?" Vusi asked.

"Uber. It's already here," I replied.

"With who?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

I smiled mischievously. "When I have plans, you know what I mean." Vusi laughed, and I knew he understood.

"Shit, you're never gonna change," Vusi says, shaking his head.

I shrug my shoulders. "You know me."

I notice Asanda looking down, probably feeling uncomfortable. But I'm not dating her, so I don't owe her any explanations. She should've known what she was getting herself into when she started talking to me.

Vusi gives me a playful dap. "Nah, ayt, enjoy, and don't disappoint."

I chuckle. "I'm not you, Vusi."

He pretends to kick me, but I dodge it. "I'm playing, chill."

"Check you all later," I say, leaving them behind.

I walk away, feeling carefree and unapologetic about my ways.

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The hun and I were done, and she was leaving. I don't let these women get too comfortable by allowing them to stay the night. They come here for a reason, and once that reason is fulfilled, they're gone.

That's how you avoid entanglements and feelings. I don't have "hoes" per se; I just appreciate beautiful young lesbian women, and I enjoy their company for a night.

I avoid repeats because that's when feelings start to creep in. Once they get comfortable, they start catching feelings, and that's when things get complicated.

After walking the hun out and calling her an Uber, I headed back to my room to relax. Just as I was about to unwind, my phone rang.

I check my phone and see it's a FaceTime call from Asanda. Damn. "Hun?" I answer, curious.

"You done with your appointment?" she asks, and I let out a chuckle. "Let's not talk about that."

"Why not?" she presses, and I shake my head. "Nah, because I respect you enough not to talk about who I'm screwing."

Asanda's voice takes on a sharp tone. "Yeah, but you don't respect me enough to not sleep with other girls." I'm taken aback - what the hell?

"This girl is tripping," I think to myself. "Don't get your point, Asanda, because you're also fucking Vusi." I say, trying to reason with her.

"Nah, actually, I'm not," Asanda says, her voice firm. "Even when we get to that point, I have to pretend it's you down there." I smirk, amused by her audacity.

"Damn, Vusi, what are you doing? Out here disappointing me," I think to myself. "Nah, but then wait, how does my guy have hoes if he can't fuck?" I wonder... "Shit. Well, that's not my fault." I respond.

She pauses, and I can almost hear her mind racing. "You really don't care, do you?" she asks, her voice tinged with frustration.

"Not about your sex life, nah," I reply, shrugging. "But I care about you."