Cursed To Be A Stepdaughter

Chapter 7

Simamkele's pov:

It's been a whole month in South Africa and I haven't went out,not once. Thami and I live together in his house in Glenwood. Durban is really fascinating but I really don't want to be outside. I sometimes feel like I'm losing my love for the world. Why am I still alive? I've been able to convince Thami,this whole time,that I'm not ready to have sexual intercourse with him. I feel comfortable with Thami,he's a funny guy,kind too but I'm not really ready to go there

"Why aren't you getting ready for work?" I ask him while he sits on the barstool yawning. He's still dressed in his boxers and a vest.

"Because I want to spend time with my wife" he says smiling. I laugh

"Didn't you say time is money?" I ask with a smile. I really appreciate the small gestures from him,he really tries all his best to make me feel at home and loved

"Yes and you're my first priority" he responds digging into the breakfast I just made

"You didn't pray" I scold him. He closes his eyes with his mouth already full "God bless this food,the mouths that will eat it and the hands that made it. Amen" he continues eating and I giggle,he's really silly

"I'm almost done and you haven't started" he says,when I look at his plate,he's really halfway through.

"I'm not a pig like someone else I know" he laughs. His laugh is so funny,it's like he's running out of air. He snorts and I laugh harder,also snorting. I can't believe I'm 18 and married.

"What do you want to do tomorrow baby?" he asks looking at me. I personally feel like it's too early to call him pet names,but,I do call him by his clan name.

"Watch movies and eat junk food" I shrug

"Come on,let's go out,to a restaurant,I know all girls like restaurants and dressing up" he says. I don't like this about him,he's stereotypical. He's been with me for over a month but he still doesn't know who I truly am. He's your typical Zulu man.

"I have a lot to do today" I make up an excuse "the washing is not done and-"

"Leave it" he cuts me off "I'll help you with the washing tomorrow morning. Let's just go out today and then tomorrow we can chill as you requested"

"Okay" he looks at me with a raised eyebrow "ngiyakuzwa(I hear you) Mvelase (clan name)" he stands up and does a traditional Zulu dance making me laugh,he does that while reciting all his clan names. His phone rings on the counter and he answers it after calming down,leaving a smile on my face

"Baba" he answers " I'm with her right now,why?" my heart skips a beat. Why does he want to know about me? "Baba tell me why?" he removes the phone from his ear and puts it on loud speaker

"Simamkele kanye nawe Thami,iminyaka iyandlula futhi mina no mawenu siyaguga,bayadingeka abazukulu bakwa Mthembu,khona bezowandisa isibongo. Ngyathemba ngizwakele njalo (Simamkele and Thami,years are passing by,and,your mother and I are getting older,grandchildren are needed in the Mthembu household,so our surname can have generations to come. I hope I made myself clear)" he says. I didn't quite get it all but I know he was surely talking about grandchildren. I heard that part

"Baba cela ningasijahi,sisathola iskhathi sokwazana kqala( please don't rush us,we are still finding time to get to know each other first)" Thami interjects

"Ngikunika izinyanga ezintathu Thamsanqa(I'm giving you three months)" he says and ends the call.Thami and I look at each other and I continue eating.

"I won't force you to do anything you're not comfortable with"

"I'm not comfortable with having sex! Don't you get it? I don't want this" I stand up. He also stands up

"When will you become comfortable!? And you will not shout at me in my house,you are the wife and you will submit to my orders! Stop feeling so entitled" he shouts back and leaves me in the kitchen,with tears threatening to fall. I actually thought things between us were going really good. I clean up the kitchen and just sit there,thinking of how things are going to be from now on. Why do I really feel so hurt by his statement?is that all I am to him?a bought wife.

I read a book he bought me last week,he's so thoughtful. Maybe I am being selfish because he was also forced into this marriage. I won't say anything to him though,he really hurt my feelings. He sits next to me on the couch and I stand up "uyaphi?(where are you going)" he asks

"Toilet" I respond attempting to leave

"Sit down Simamkele" he commands and I sit down. I make sure to not make eye contact "look at me" I look at him and then at the floor. Man is scary as hell when he is mad. He puts his hand on my cheek and gently uses it to turn my face into his direction

"Ngyaxolisa mama,bekungamele ngikhulume nawe ngaleya ndlela. I'm just so mad at how our parents make decisions for us and we don't even have a say in anything that happens in our lives.(I'm sorry,I wasn't supposed to speak to you in that manner)" he says and let's me go. I hug him and he hugs me back for dear life. He's not a very affectionate person so I'm surprised. Before I could even spell the word kiss,our tongues are entwined and moving in a certain motion. His hands pull my waist closer to his big self and my breathing quickens. I can feel his hot hands on my lower back. He breaks the kiss,stands up and picks me up making me giggle. I'm not excited but I have to act like it,this is my husband and the father of my future children so I'll just have to be strong for the both of us. He rushes to our bedroom and shuts the door. He gently puts me on the bed. I trust him,I really do. I think to myself. He takes off his vest and helps me take off my night gown. He smiles as he kisses my pink nipples. I breathe as I try not to think of the monster. He takes off my underwear and guess what?dit is 'n fynbos. A whole bush mtakabawo. And yes,my mother taught me a little of Xhosa. I hadn't shaved because I was depressed,okay!?

"This is all mine,mmmh wadla mfo ka Mthembu" he praises and I cover my eyes with my hands,well,I was hiding a blush. A genuine blush. Sometimes he made me feel special. He kisses my hands and removes them from my face. I look at him shyly and he smiles. He starts kissing me again and somehow,the kiss feels good. He takes off his boxers and I close my eyes,at the verge of tears

"I won't hurt you baby" he says before spitting saliva into his hand and rubbing it on his penis. He does it again but this time on my vagina. My breathing quickens as he spanks my ass "I'll be gentle" he says again. Why does this feel so disgusting

He kisses me again and I can feel him try to push himself in. Tears roll down the sides of my head and I gasp as he finally succeeds. He stops the kiss and goes back and forth,humping himself in and out of me. I keep on faking moans to make him happy,but I'm not enjoying this. He groans on top of me and I feel him shooting his seeds inside me. He pulls out slowly and I wince at the pain that I feel

"Did you come?" he asks and I nod. He smiles. I knew what he meant because the lockness monster once made me watch porn to "turn me on" he collapses next to me and I lay on his chest

"Thank you for trusting me" he speaks and I briefly smile. This is draining,having to pretend I love everything that's going on.