Turning Table

part 45

***Time and tide wait for no man***

🌹Rosette🌹

" theft...embezzlement
money laundering ... How old is this girl ?"
Samkelo: she old enough to be  street smart"
Me: and I must trust her with my money!"
Him: our money Rose, look she is  perfect has a criminal record over her head if she gets caught it won't take much to convince the judge she is not guilty"
I stopped and looked at him
Me: you keep saying this sentence that if shit hits the fan who must take the fall, do you know something I don't know? "

Him: no, I'm just being realistic, we playing with fire here, I don't plan that we get sucked in this dirty game forever one way or the other we need to be legit, crime pays good money but comes with lot of risks "

Me: I hear you " I bite my lip thinking
Me: walk with me "
He nodded and put on his cap and  following me,
Me: so you and Liya hit it off? "
Him: naaaa, last time I saw her was on Christmas day, she was cool and all but lately she is not picking up my call or if she does she quick drop the call, "
Me: she is not into you?"
Him: I don't know, we had a moment but as I said before she is a good girl and I just don't want to pressure her to be with me while I'm  still trying so hard to be clean "

I nodded and looked at him,
Me: you sound like a junky now"
Him: the love of money got me feeling like one "
We busy out and laughed

Me: It takes courage to act. And for that I applaud you, It takes courage to start over again and for that, I pray you reach that goal,

But Samukelo you missing the bigger picture here, besides getting the girl you need to first have the courage to be who you want to be. No fear. Fear kills dreams...fear kills hope...fear can age you...fear can hold you back. Don’t be afraid; make your goals become a reality. . .if you love her fight for her, but you can't do that if you don't accept where you are and the responsibility that you're going to take yourself where you want to go. It's not going to be easy- she a good girl you keep saying but you also good guy too, you just need to prove it to her "

Him: I hear you. . ."
He smiled and looked at me,
Him: if only your son knew this side of you he would have not given you such a hard time getting to know you"
Me: all things happened for reason Sammy, I waited years in prison to be reunited with my son, I guess  having talks like this with you makes me have patience mostly faith that one day I will have a relationship with him "
He nodded
Him: Time and tide wait for no man...you old and you might think you have time but what if tomorrow never comes?"
Me: who the fuck are you calling old?"

I punched his shoulder and we bust out and laughed,
We found Ginger on the second floor doing her routine with the girls, she should have been a choreographer as old as she is she still got it

" take five girls"
She said breathing out loud making her way to us,
Me: I see you cut the number down "
Her: I need girls who are hard workers and willing to make money, girls, who know how to sell lust%
Me: mmm I feel you "
She giggled and wiped her face,
Her: so what's up?"
Me: Nompumelelo Msimangu tells me about her ?"
Her: beautiful girl, but very...very hungry"
Me: you missed one point in her application, she has a criminal record! "
She laughed throwing her head back
Her: ain't we all... " she said with a smile on her face, I turned to look at
Samukelo was also laughing and shaking his head
Me: ok...ok...  since you both have so much faith in her, I need her to report on duty tomorrow"

Ginger: I will call her "
Me: God save us all and let me not regret this"
Samukelo pointe a work mobile phone in his ear
Him: Rose you have someone downstairs to see you "

I frowned looking at him
Him: dark...tall...handsome...you know your kind of a man "
Ginger: woohoo Mr. Msomi does not give up!"
Me: urg " I said and  walked downstairs, and I was meet by Sandile
Me: Mr. Msomi"
I folded my arms and looked at him as his hands were deep in his pocket,
Him: Ms. Oyama"
I breathe out loud looking at him I'm not sure what annoyed me the most, the fact that he called me by my marital surname or the fact that my stuff is looking at me standing with this fine-looking man in the center of the room
Me: what do you want?"
Him: that obvious but if you wish to hear it again I might as well say it then..."

I raised my hand and him, and told him to follow me to the terrace,
Him: you not picking up my calls "
Me: we approaching the weekend I was busy "
Him: that is very childish of you, frankly I hate that excuse...speak your mind women "
Me: look whatever you selling I'm not buying, I can earn my own money, find and cook my own food, live relatively safely alone, and I don’t need sex for reproduction or pleasure purposes. So, for me to give up my alone time with myself, you’ve really got to set my soul on fire. Anything else just isn’t worth it. I value that time alone to discover myself more than I value company in times when it gets a little lonely... So for further due can we keep this strictly business... "

I felt his lips on mine and I froze he  pulled out and looked at me,

Him: I’m old and tired of the dating game.
I’m tired of the incessant desire that humans have to chase the things that they want the most, and then run the other way when they finally catch up. I want to stand in front of you bare-skinned and exposed to all my fears and insecurities and demons and aspirations and desires, and I want you to do the same.

I don’t want to follow the rules and miss the day when I could’ve called you mine because our misguided, passive gestures were miscommunicated.

I want to tell you right now. . .

I’m tired of having to pretend that I am not interested and play the role of the “cool guy" in order to latch your attention from across the room. . . you not interested well tough luck because I am "
He said stepping back and walking away

" I will pick you up after work, we having dinner tonight and we going to settle this feeling once and for all "

He said walking out leaving me stunned, I'm still stuck at the point that his lips meet mine ..hold up did he just kiss me,? And walked out on me?
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