Andre's P.O.V.
"Are you alright? I'm really sorry about that, she isn't like that." I say to Elizabeth as we stand by the doorway, away from my mother's eyes.Elizabeth nods slowly. "I think I should go home." I look to the side and sigh. "Okay, I'll walk you out." She places a hand on my arm and removes it. "Uhm, could you take me home actually? I didn't drive here."
I nod as we walk out side by side. "Wait, do you think Sydney will be okay with, this? It is your wedding night." Elizabeth says. "Sydney needs some time to think about her actions." I say.
Elizabeth doesn't say anything. I open the garage to my Maserati but instead, the white Rover I had bought shows. "Oh, I forgot." I softly say. "It's beautiful." Elizabeth looks at the personalised number plate that has Sydney's name on it." "It's for her?" She asks. "It should be." I say.
"When do you plan on surprising her?" Elizabeth asks me. "I planned on doing it tonight but I guess I can move it up to another day. I mean, it's not like she can drive as yet." I say.
Elizabeth looks at me. "Wait, you bought a car for someone who can't drive?"
I sigh with a shrug. "I was going to teach her. This car was just a wedding gift." I close the garage and walk to the sun-roofed garage that my Maserati is parked under.
Elizabeth chuckles. "What? Ran out of ideas?" I roll my eyes and smile whilst opening her door. "Let's drop this, please." She laughs and gets into the car.
The front door to the house opens. My mother steps out, a glass in her hand. "Uh, just who I was looking for." She looks between me and the car. "Where are you going? Your wife and guests are still inside."
I push my hands into my pockets. "I'm just going to drop Elizabeth off at home. I'll be back like now, Mom."
My mother lifts an eyebrow. "Does Sydney know this?" I clench my jaw and drop my gaze to the ground. "Hm." The sound of heels and a door shutting sound. I look up and my mother has gone back inside.
I sigh and get into the car. "You think she'll tell her?" Elizabeth asks me. "I don't care. I'm not doing anything wrong." I start the car and drive out.
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Sydney's P.OV.
Keith and I have been standing here in the same position for the past few minutes. He's stopped trying to get close to me."Where is he?" I ask him. Keith shrugs. "I don't know. I last saw him and Elizabeth walking towards the front door." I furrow my eyebrows. "I'll, I'll be back." I walk past him and down the stairs, careful not to trip because of my heels.
Karen is standing with Jason and Nthabi is talking to Siya. I look around the room and I don't spot him. I increase my speed as I walk towards the door.
Karen's head turns with me. I don't see either of the two near the door so I open it. I step out and sigh. They're not outside either. I hear the clicking of heels behind me. I turn and it's Karen followed by Nthabi.
"Friend, uright(are you alright)?" I turn my gaze to Karen. "Where are they?" She swallows. There is no way that Karen doesn't know. She knows more about Andre's business than he does himself.
"Karen. Where is Andre?" She looks right at me at the mention of her name. My mother joins the two by the door. "What's happening here?" She asks. I ignore my mother's question and glare at Karen.
"He, took Elizabeth home." She finally answers. Instantly, my heart drops. He chose her over me and then has the audacity to leave me on our wedding night, making me look like an idiot.
I sigh and turn around, trying to hide my pain and hurt. I feel my eyes begin to sting. I clear my throat. "Okay." I say to myself as I successfully keep my tears within.
I turn back around and walk into the house, pushing past everyone. A bucket of ice with a popped champagne bottle inside it sits in the corner of the living room. I grab it and head back upstairs. Keith is still standing there, leaning against the wall.
I take a swig of the bottle. He looks at me and lifts his eyebrows. "He left with his wife." I tell him. "So what? You're gonna drink yourself away?" I shake my head. "No, I'm going to do something way worse. Sanely."
I walk towards Keith, slightly swaying my hips. He scans me from top to bottom as he stands up straight. "Sydney." He calls.
I place a hand on his chest as I near him and lift my face. He looks down at me, our lips inches away from each other. "I'm your brother, remember?" I roll my eyes. "Step-brother. And when has that ever stopped you?" I grab his shirt gently with my manicured fingers and pull him closer.
Our lips press against each other. Keith pulls away and looks down at me. "This isn't you. The Sydney I know wouldn't agree to this happening."
I roll my eyes. "Shut up Keith and just kiss me." I pull his shirt and stick our lips back together. Keith places a hand around my waist. I break the kiss and pull him into one of the guest rooms that aren't being used. I shut the door behind him and lock it.
I place the champagne bottle down on the nearest table before leaning against the door. Keith looks at me as he closes the space between us.
He cups my cheeks and kisses me. I wrap my arms around his waist, moving them to his chest, my fingers exploring it. I move them up to his shoulders and push the jacket of his tux off.
Keith moves his hands from my cheeks, sliding them down seductively against the curves of my body, and pulls my dress up until it's sitting right under my butt cheeks. He bends slightly, cupping my butt before lifting me off the ground.
My legs wrap themselves around his waist as he presses me against the door. Keith breaks the kiss and decorates my neck with kisses. I moan, placing a hand on the back of his head.
Keith begins to slow down until he stops. "I, I can't do this." He softly says. He walks to the bed with me in his arms and lies me down. He lies above me. He avoids making eye contact with me.
"Not like this." I lift his face until our eyes are looking into each other. "It's okay." Keith gets up and pulls my dress down. He helps me up onto my feet. He smiles at me as he picks up his jacket and slides it back on. I brush it's sides.
A knock sounds at the door. I look in the mirror for a second and unlock it. I pull it open and Nthabi is standing on the other side. She looks inside the room and her eyes widen.
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Sydney Mdlalose's Ever After
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