Shrivelled Roses 1 (Intro)

Chapter 8

-𝑺𝒊𝒚𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂 𝑴𝒄𝑪𝒍𝒂𝒘-

The next morning she had recovered.

His prick was still hard though.

She reached for her phone and was bombarded by eleventeen messages from her friends, Uya was actually mad at her for ghosting them. She knew she would have to make it up to them, but that would just have to wait. There was a message from work... and because she valued her peace of mind more than the wages itself, she ignored it and looked at the man next to her. He looked so much at peace, like a lion cub in the safety of a lioness. She played with his beard a bit, knowing fully well that he wasn't a light sleeper, he wouldn't just wake up because of that. She would have to work harder if she wanted to wake up him.

Smiling to herself, she slid off the bed and went to the bathroom, returned and took the prick into her hand. They always slept naked, only because he believed their souls connected more when their flesh rubbed throughout the night. He opened his eyes to such a beautiful sight, Indlovukazi yakhe pleasuring him in all ways possible. In the end she was arranged across the pillows, and in a few minutes he rolled her over and put it in as if someone had put an end to the intermission.

"Oh, Mbulazi" she breathed, "that's it right there."

She's so wild that the bed started creaking.

Not only that, her pace almost left him behind, but like the strong and proud Zulu man that she had always known him for, he caught up. He noticed how her breath shortened as he braced his hands on the wall with his knees hooked outside her legs.

One push, and he drove himself deeper.

Clutching on her, they crumbled together like sand crumbling from a toddlers sand castle. After gathering his breath, he took the short walk to the bathroom and upon his return he picked up the covers from the floor. She had not moved. She was still lying on the very same spot where her walls had fallen. He kissed her, deep...

"What plans do you have today"? he asked and she just pulled the covers over her head. He pulled her close, kissing her head over the covers. She couldn't help but insufflate his sexy scent, it smelt as fresh as it did when he put it on the previous day... obviously laced with sweat here and there. Even so, she still didn't respond to his question.

"I have a meeting just now at 9 am, after that we can leave. So when you eventually wake up, please start packing,"

"Siyaphi?" she asked under the covers.

"Awushongo yini ukuthi ufuna ukuya eZimbali? Siyakhona ke"

He obviously thought she would jump for joy, shower him with kisses as she normally would when things went her way. But for some reason, she didn't. She lay still and in his heart he knew something was wrong, but didn't want to ask. He slid off the bed, went to take a shower, dressed up and left for his meeting. An hour later, she sat up and returned the call from work...

Candy: You're speaking to Candy Oviora, how may I help you today?

Siya: Candy, you called.

Candy: Siya? Oh, Mr. Abendeiya wanted to speak to you.

Siya: What's so urgent though?

Candy: He didn't say, can I put you through to him? He's in his office.

Siya: Sure.

The anticipation laced with annoyance engulfed Siyasisanga as she waited to hear her boss's voice.

Chris: Abendeiya?

Siya: Mr. Abendeiya, I hear you're looking for me.

Chris: Siyasisanda, gosh, you're so difficult to get hold of.