Amahle's Diary 4

Part 41

#AMAHLE

The following day we woke up and did the normal routine, get the kids and husband ready for school/work, make breakfast and then go about our separate places. I was taking the kids to school and the drive to their school was a noisy one as usual. These ones never run out of things to talk about, it's annoying at times but I enjoy it because they keep me entertained. I got to work and headed to my office and when I got there I found a bunch of red roses with a note that read "Have a lovely week beautiful... Mr C". Just then my phone rang and it was a private number.

//Person: got my flowers?

Me: they hard to miss

Him: do you like them?

Me: Clint stay away from me

Him: I can't.

Me: yes, you can. You delete all my numbers and never call me again!

Him: how do I when I know your number by head?

Me: excuse me?

Him: Amahle what will it take for you to go out with me?

Me: what will it take for you to leave me alone?

Him: sex with me

I chuckled

Me: Clint stay away from me. If you don't I will get a restraining order against you

He chuckled, that annoying chuckle

Him: restrain me under what terms because I have not done anything to harm you or your family. Speaking of which, how is the family? Heard step daddy rose from the dead

How did Mathabo know that?

Me: excuse me?

Him: never mind. So when can we schedule for our date. A proper one too

Me: you crazy if you think I will ever go out with you

Him: stop playing hard to get already. I hate games

Me: how am I playing hard to get?

Him: we both know you want me as much as I want you. I'm not Chris Johnson, I don't give up easily

I didn't know what to say.

Him: dinner at my place tomorrow night at 7. Wear that black sexy number of yours, the one with the lace in the boob area. You wore it at that all black function 3 years' back

I tried to think of the function he was talking about and it all came back to me, I was wearing that dress with black stiletto's, it doesn't even count as a sexy number because it is slightly below the knee. How did he even know me? He wasn't there at the function. I'd know or at least remember his face if he was.

Me: how do you know?

Him: you thought I don't know you? I've been keeping tabs on you since the first time I laid eyes on you back when you were in Cape Town with your friends. I know everything about you Amahle Bess. I also know that Iyana Melanie Bess is not yours, she's your dead best friend's daughter and I am pretty sure you wouldn't want that coming out now would you? May her soul rest in peace...//

I cut the call. I couldn't believe that Clint actually knew about Iyana after we hid the secret so well, how did he find out? I was now scared. Clint knew way too much for someone I just met a week ago. My phone rang again and it was a private number, I rejected it and called Damon who was unreachable and so I called Siya.

//Me: Siyanda

Her: whoa. What have I done?

Me: who is Clint Mathabo and how the fuck does he know so much about me?