GOLD MASK

CHAPTER 35

I couldn’t get the picture of him standing there looking helpless out of my mind. My feelings for him were undeniable but there was something also stopping me from being with him. I didn’t know what it was. Maybe after my trip to the bundus, my head will be cleared and I will think straight.

Driving in to the complex, I just flashed my boobs, a seductive smile plastered on my face and the security was kind enough to open for me. I stole a glance of his dick and there sure was a tent building underneath his pants. Poor man. I drove in and parked on the visitors’ spot then made my way to Snakho’s apartment. Room 302. The complex was pretty fancy and in a safe neighbourhood but it wasn’t like the one Don owned.

I knocked and after a few minutes, I heard mumbled curses before the door snatched opened and she stood there wearing a short silky robe. She reeked of sex. She seemed shocked to see me.

“May I come in?”

She quickly masked her shock and stepped aside. I walked in and stood a few feet from her, taking in the sight of her lounge, kitchen and small dining area. Everything looked neat and in order. I guess whoever she had over, had left already.

“Please give me a moment to change.” She hurried to the corridor and disappeared to one of the closed door. I sat down on the long couch and placed my bag on the coffee table. My phone beeped and I quickly took it out of my bag. It was a message from an unknown number.

‘Have lunch with me on Saturday. – Melamina’

I have never held a decent conversation with Mfiliseni’s wife. She seemed very different from me and I honestly didn’t know what she wanted us to talk about. She was weird, in a good way though. A perfect match for her unpredictable husband. Maybe she wanted to talk to me about Don. Did he tell her about our break up? If I can call it that? But since I had no clue what she wanted to talk about. I responded.

‘Would love to. Thanks for the invite.’

I saved her contacts and straightened when I heard quiet steps. Snakho appeared dressed in a short summer dress and slippers. She had a beanie on to hide her disastrous hair. She sat on the single seater and starred at me.

“Gosh, I should’ve offered you something to drink by now. Sorry about my manners. It’s just that I have never hosted a proper guest before.” She spoke quickly, reminding me of her younger self. She usually spoke like this when she was nervous or guilty of something.

“You don’t have to worry about that. I am not staying for long.” I didn’t care to ask about a possible guest in her bedroom. It wasn’t none of my business. I wasn’t about to play the concerned big sister right now. I think that would be very hypocritical of me.

Her face fell. “Ohh. I wouldn’t even ask how you knew about where I lived. Your man probably hired someone to track me down.” Keep watch and he wasn’t my man, not anymore. But I wasn’t about to correct her. I wouldn’t want her throwing herself at him. “How can I help you?”

“Who did your mother sell the house to?”

“Mr. and Mrs. Mkhanda, they went to the same church with your mother.” I nodded. I remembered the couple. Mrs. Mkhanda was besties with Snakho’s mother, so it’s not a wonder why she sold the house to her.