Turning Table

Part 37

***Sometimes you don’t know when you’re taking the first step through a door until you’re already inside***

🌹Liyana🌹

The drive to nowhere was quiet, it was just me looking outside the window, I was not angry as I thought I should be feeling at this point, maybe its the expensive car that I'm in, or the piano mix playing in the background that got me bouncing my head in slow motion,

" Liyana..."
He said softly in my ear making my blood rush, I turned to look at him and his face was too close to mine, looking at him through the ray of light that came through the dimmed window of his car was like me looking at the sunrise, his arrogant as fuck but his looks always leave me breathless...

I swallowed looking at him, with his small eyes I was not sure if he's looking at me or what,
Him: I...im mm...just..."
He cleared his trough and ran his hands on his head as the car came to a halt

me: what are we doing here? "
him:" I left the oven on"
I gave him what the heck look, he chuckled and bite his cheek
him: "I just want to talk "
me: we could have done that outside my house "
him: "we could have, but I hate public space "
I just looked at him and folded my arms
him: "Liyana ngiyakucela"

I just nodded and we made our way out, it was the very same hotel that I was in two days ago the very same hotel that I walked out with tears in my eyes after the stunt he pulled,
he navigated his eclectic wheelchair while I followed him, I'm folding my arms, I feel way underdress and the staff here is looking at me like I'm some kind of hobbo

him:" are you ok? "
me: "yah"
him: "Liyana? " I looked at him not sure if I should tell him of my insecurities or not or should I just keep it inside, the debate in my head faded as the elevator door opened and I realized that we were in a different room this time, it's not like the one I was in last time, it looks more like a pant house bigger, open space, with different deco

I stepped out and looked at this beautiful place, now this is a place that I would love to own one day,
Me: Is this your place?"
I turned and looked at him he was using a walking stick walking to the kitchen
Him: I only use it when I'm in Durban,  can I offer you anything....juice,  coffee?..."
He did not answer me at all and I was not sure if I should persist and ask more about him owning a five-star hotel or a room in such a place, so I just looked away and asked for cold water.

Me: you said you want to talk... Wow! " I froze I looked at him moving like wind making his way to the fridge
He laughed
Him: it's a hoverboard my niece got it for me for Christmas"
Me: and yet I thought you were flying on broom or something"
He busts out and laughed, damn his hot that smile alone made me forget that I was even annoyed

Him: yah because a man like me practice witchcraft right?"
I bite my lip and looked away, as he placed a bottle of Appletiser on the counter, and looked at me make his way towards him, it was something about the way he looked at me that made me feel like he's undressing me, why this walk to the counter feels like a thousand miles,

"The things that the scrubs can hide mmm fine legs you got "
I blushed and looked away,
Me: thank you "
He stood there just looking at me, and as I took the appetizer and drank up,

Me:uuuh so your niece, how old is she?"
I said avoiding the topic of my legs, he side smile
Him: aish I don't know how old  Zee is...I know she is an inquisitive teenager though"
Me: and she got you such an expensive gift?" I said with a raised eyebrow, She must have a hell of an allowance I thought to myself

Him: it's just a gift Liya.., come help me dish up in here"
I notice that he was cooking indeed
Me: so you were telling the truth? "
Him: yah... I kinda wanted us to cook together but you ignored me earlier"
Me: do you blame me?"
I jumped and sat on the counter,

Him: kind off...."
I swallowed my drink and looked at him as he made his way to the oven
Me: what does that supposed to mean?"
Mmmm that Lamb roast looks wow, hold up did he cook that?
Him: it means if you have something in your mind just say it" he said taking out two plates as he started dishing up.

Him: I'm waiting..."
I finally look up and our eyes locked, his eyes are small, yet big like Korean or Asian eyes, he has the most distinguished look that I have ever seen,

Me: waiting for what?"
He side smile
Him: for you to correct my wrongs"
I bite my lip looking down
Him: look Liya I'm sorry...for  Whatever selfish gratification I thought I'd gain by my foolish act that soon disappeared like a wisp of cloud under the noonday sun when
I saw the look in your eyes when you realized what I had done. Your pretty mouth dropped open slightly and you were at a loss for words. You didn't need to say anything, anyway, because I saw it all in your eyes--betrayal, disillusionment, revulsion. At that moment, I just wanted to crawl under a rock somewhere and hide. But now that I understand the gravity of what I've done, my actions have filled me with self-loathing and remorse. It's difficult for me to look in the mirror and I'm not proud of the man I see there when I do.

Look I have no excuse for what happened and saying "I'm sorry" hardly seems adequate. But if you could forgive me this time, I promise you this will never happen again"

I looked at him and noticed that he was standing between my legs, he meant every word I confirmed it in the tone of his voice and the look in his eyes, I looked down not sure what to say or what to do, no man has ever apologized to me in my entire existence.

Him: Liya?"
Me: I don't know..." I said softly, he then raised my head with his finger making me look at him
Him: don't know what?"
Me: I don't know about this...about us... What are we doing?"
Him: allow me to know for the both of us and allow me to make you figure it out in due time "

Me: what are you trying to say?"
I said softly as I felt his breath too close to my face, he side smiled but frowned and held on to my waist

Me: Nstika? ....are you ok, does it hurt? "
him: uuummmm "
Me: oh my God, can I get your wheelchair, "
Him: uuuuuh no! just hold me"
" Ntsika you straining your legs...you need to sit down "

He raised his heard biting his lip,
Him: help me!" He said out of breath, I held his shoulders
Me: what should I do?"
Him: this.."
He pulled my face and kissed me, His insistent mouth was parting my shaking lips, sending wild tremors along my nerves, evoking from my sensations I had never known I  was capable of feeling, feeling such surrender to a man, as I try to pull out, He shoved his tongue into my mouth with an overwhelming amount of passion. . .

Me: Ntsika...ummm"
Before I could withdraw my mind from what was happening, his arms were around my waist, I felt again the rush of helplessness, the sinking yielding, the surging tide of warmth that left me unsure of how I feel. The kiss was softly at first,  and then there was a swift gradation of intensity that made me cling to him as the only solid thing in a dizzy swaying world. And before a swimming giddiness spun me round and round, I knew that I  was kissing him back, our tongues intertwined,
As I also worked my tongue against his, moaning into his mouth, as I desperately tried to keep up with his voracious appetite. He pulled his lips away, still glaring down at me with those sultry eyes

Him: I can't get you out of my mind "he said softly running his thumb along my lip moving them to my cheeks
Me:mmmm"
I said pressing my lips together
Him: stop blushing you turning me on "
I giggled and place my head on his shoulder, he held me tight and kissed my neck,
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