Betrayed

Chapter 41

We pulled up to the house, and I headed straight for the shower, the warm water washing away the confusion that had been building in my mind.

What the fuck am I doing, guys? I thought to myself, my mind racing with conflicting emotions.

Cause in my head, I've already committed to Asemahle, but my body still craves Anele.

Like, the real question is... What I'm doing right now - is it necessary? Is it worth it? Cause what I'm doing here might have me catching feelings for Anele, and that's a whole different ball game.

With me, I don't catch feelings for girls I'm just fucking; I choose to catch feelings. And I like Anele - she's chilled and shit, always down for a good time.

But would she be worth losing Mahle? I'm so damn confused. I feel like I'm stuck in a never-ending cycle of desire and guilt.

If God would give me some sort of sign that this will end badly or the opposite would be really appreciated, cause I don't know what to do with my own love life.

I'm lost in a sea of emotions, and I need a lifeline to cling to.

I emerged from the shower after a good 30 minutes, feeling refreshed and rejuvenated.

I moisturized my skin, savoring the cool sensation as the lotion soaked in.

I wrapped a towel around my waist and draped another over my shoulders, feeling the soft cotton against my skin.

I headed back to the room, where Anele was sitting on my bed, her eyes fixed on her phone. She looked up and saw me, a hint of a smile playing on her lips, and stood up.

I walked over to my wardrobe, pulled out my briefs, long PJ pants, and a comfortable top, and began to get dressed. The soft fabric felt gentle against my skin, and I felt relaxed and at ease.

Just as I was finishing up, I heard the bathroom door close, and I looked down at the towels I was using. Hun couldn't even wait for me, I thought, a hint of annoyance creeping into my mind. Really?

I walked over to the door and knocked, and after a moment, it slightly opened, and Anele's face appeared, her eyes sparkling with a smile. "Yes?" she asked, her voice husky and inviting.

I put the towels up, and Anele's eyes met mine, a hint of mischief dancing in their depths. "Just hang these for me," I said, handing them over to her.

"Why don't you come in and put them?" she asked.

I raised an eyebrow, a smile spreading across my face. "Cause you're not letting me in," I said, teasing her.

"You didn't ask to come in," she replied, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "I knocked," I said, feigning innocence.

"Use your words," she said, her voice firm but playful. I laughed and shook my head, chuckling at her sassy response.

"Can I come in, Anele?" I asked, my voice laced with humor. She took her gaze off me, her eyes drifting to her own reflection, a hint of shyness creeping into her expression.

The room was charged with tension, our banter hanging in the air like a challenge. I waited for her response.

"But I'm not dressed," she said, her voice laced with hesitation. I let out a sigh, feeling a pang of frustration. The air was thick with tension, our words hanging in the balance.

"Can you put the towels away for me, then?" I asked, looking into her eyes, searching for a glimmer of understanding. Her gaze met mine, and for a moment, we just stared at each other.

She laughed, a soft, throaty sound, and took the towels from me. "Okay," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

The sound sent a shiver down my spine, and I felt my heart race with anticipation.