Sydney Mdlalose's Ever After

Chapter Seventeen.

The next morning, I hear music sound from downstairs. I get up and wash my face in the bathroom and brush my teeth slowly in absolutely no rush to get downstairs.

When I'm done, I pull on a pair of shorts and a vest before leaving my room.

I walk down the stairs as Mamela by Mi Casa starts. I hear the laughter of Sydney and possibly Nthabi. I enter the kitchen and I'm instantly smacked by the smell of eggs and bacon. My stomach growls.

When the girls finally notice me, Sydney's smile disappears as she places the bacon onto plates. "Good morning." I say. "Morning Andre." Nthabi greets back uninterestedly.

"Have you seen my mother?" I ask. Nthabi puts a new batch of eggs into a pan. "They went out, her and Mam'Phindile." I nod my head.

I turn to walk away. "You want a plate?" I hear Nthabi asks. I turn back around and nod. She doesn't say anything in return. "Thank you."

Sydney reaches for the top shelf with the glasses but she can't reach. She looks at Nthabi. "You do know we're practically the same height, right?" Sydney sighs. Nthabi looks at me and nods towards the cupboard. "A hand?"

I gulp and walk towards it. Sydney moves away and opens the fridge. "How many glasses?" I ask. "Three." Nthabi answers. I take three glasses from the shelf and put them on the counter.

"Thank you." Sydney softly says as she pours freshly squeezed orange juice into the glasses.

"Alright. Breakfast is ready." Nthabi says as she adds toast to the plates. "Sodlela kuphi(where will we eat)?" Sydney says. Nthabi looks outside and groans. "I wanted to sit outside in the garden but it's drizzling out, so dining room it is." Sydney takes her glass and plate and leaves Nthabi and I in the kitchen.

I look down as I lift my plate and take my glass. Nthabi places a hand on my arm before taking her plate and glass too. She disappears around the corner.

Sydney's P.O.V.
I take a seat at the dining table and Nthabi soon joins me. She sits next to me. "So ngeke uze um'khulumise ngempela(so you're really not going to talk to him)?" Nthabi asks.

I stop eating and look at her. She backs down and eats her food. I look back down at my plate. I'm not in the mood to talk about Andre. He knows what I want him to do. Until then, he doesn't exist to me.

Keith's P.O.V.
I open my eyes slowly as the sound of raindrops sound against the window. Evelyn is lying next to me, her hair in her face.

I lie on my back and rub my eyes. I can't really remember the last time Evelyn and I were physically intimate. But I can't get the fact that I had to push myself to enjoy having sex with her.

I had to fight Sydney's image out of my head before I could make the mistake of calling out her name or something.

Worst case scenario: I didn't even orgasm. That became a problem for Evelyn. She quickly assumed I've been sleeping with other women whilst she was elsewhere. As if she was a complete angel at her whereabouts.

That was the end of it.

She groans and removes the hair from her face. She switches sides and falls back asleep. I sigh and get out of bed. I walk into the bathroom and turn the shower on. I should head back to my hotel room for a fresh change of clothes.

I walk back into the room and check my phone before going back to the bathroom. I get into the shower and make it quick.

When I'm done, I dry myself and look into the mirror. I head back into the room and put my suit back on. "Evelyn." I call. "Evelyn." I call again. She doesn't budge. I know she always carries a notebook with her. I look for it along with a pen and write a message in it:

Thank you for having me over. I'll make sure to come see you later today.

Lots of love
Keith.

I leave the notebook open on the tabletop and leave her room.

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Andre's P.O.V.
To avoid any unnecessary discomfort, I decided to just eat in my room. My mother would bite my head off if she knew.

A knock sounds at my door. "Who is it?" "Your mother." I quickly hide my plate under the bed and wipe my greasy hands with a towel that's hanging on the handle of my closet door.

"Come in." My door opens and my mother walks into my room, closing the door behind her.

She's wearing a creamish spaghetti strap top and a white skirt with a slit on the left side. From where I'm seated, I can tell she's wearing Prada on her feet. "You look nice." I say.

She crosses her arms. "Thank you."

"Listen," She looks around my room. "You're not going to fix things with Sydney. As in you're not going to divorce Elizabeth." I sigh. "I don't want to lose her, Mom."

My mother rolls her eyes. "I can assure you that you already have. Anyway, divorcing Elizabeth would be a bad idea because you will lose a plentiful percentage of your shares of the company."

Honestly, I don't really care about those shares. They'll be of no use to me really when I finally open my neurology centre.

"Mom, I care about Sydney more than I do that company." My mother lifts her eyebrows. "Oh yeah?" She now furrows her brows. "Your choosing proves otherwise. Put it this way; Elizabeth is the company and Sydney is your wife. You consciously picked the company."

I look away from her. "We've spoken about this before. I don't want to have to address it the third time because I'd hate to help you make the right decision Andre. But mark my words; if push comes to shove, I will."

My mother pulls my bedroom door open and exits the room.