PULL MY HEARTSTRINGS (COMPLETE)

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With the impeccable standard Anesu had set with his gifts Kgomotso was left scrambling to find something to equal the scales, the luxury brand watch she found online was worth more than she was comfortable spending. Buying cologne lacked thought and he already had over a dozen bottles, taking up space on his side of the sink. A romantic dinner for two at his favourite restaurant was her last resort to pull off the surprise but she was worried, thinking it wasn’t extravagant enough because he was used to the best money can buy, but he was the speechless one for a change.
     
His handsome face was marred with confusion when they arrived at an empty restaurant except for a table placed in the middle of the room, adorned with a crisp white table cloth that almost touched the floor and John Legend softly played in the background. They went overboard with the candles and roses but it was worth seeing his voluptuous smile.
     
Their menu was too adventurous for Kgomotso’s palate and left her with limited choices, because she couldn’t imagine eating Springbok or Kudu meat even in her wildest dreams, they were best left as tourist attractions and off people’s plates. She had chickpea curry but the best part was the spiced caramel-stuffed koesisters seasoned with a hint of cardamom, she ate more than she should have and was now suffering from heartburn. 
     
He was still smiling when they left and she deserved a pat on the back for planning a successful evening. There was a full moon and everything was bathed in sliver light and soft shadows, their stroll to the car turned into a mild dash as the chilly breeze hit them in the face.
     
He did the unthinkable and pinned Kgomotso against the car, lifting her leg to wrap around his waist while he pressed the outline of his erection up against her warm underwear. Their touching foreheads brought his lips closer and nothing else ceased to exist as they stared into each other’s eyes. He grabbed the back of her neck and tilted her head up.
     
“Thank you for dinner, I had an amazing time,” He said, leaving wet kisses along her jawline.
     
She couldn’t tell if she was shaking because of the cold or Anesu’s overwhelming sexual prowess. His kiss was unhurried and met little resistance from her, the Ethiopian imported coffee coated his tongue with a sweet aftertaste. Bright headlights from a passing car forced them apart and Kgomotso dropped her leg from his waist, hiding behind Anesu to fix her dress.  
     
“The coast is clear.” He opened the passenger door for her.
     
“Mxm. It’s not funny, Anesu.” She got in, flustered and unable to sit still because of the slow throb between her thighs and the heartburn increased her discomfort.
     
“Are you tired?”
     
“You know I’m always tired.” She yawned, closing her eyes.
     
“Don’t fall asleep, I will thank you properly when we get home.” He sealed his promise with a kiss on her cheek.
     
“I have heartburn so I’m afraid that’s all the action you’re getting for tonight.”
     
“I’ll buy you some Gaviscon at the garage.”
     
“Add flaming hot Doritos, sour worms and top deck to the list and I’ll think about it.”
     
“That is extortion.” He laughed.
     
“Do you want to get laid or not?”
     
“Okay, I’ll get everything you want as long as you promise to get on top.”
     
“Reverse cowgirl?” she asked, looking at him.
     
“That will work.”
     
She frowned when her father’s name appeared on the screen, her phone was connected to the Bluetooth so that wasn’t going to be a private conversation.
     
“Papa, can I call you back later?”
     
“No, what I have to say is urgent Kgomotso. I’ve been calling and calling, why didn’t you answer your phone?”
     
Okay, something was wrong to get her father so riled up.
     
“I put my phone on silent and I haven’t had a chance to check it.”
     
“When are you coming home?”
     
She sighed, feeling betrayed because she knew this was ausi Daphne’s doing. “I don’t know, papa, work has been busy lately.”
     
“Oh, so, it has nothing to do with you being pregnant and hiding it from us?”
     
What? Her heart almost jumped out of her chest. She sat up straight and cleared her throat, wiping her sweaty palms on her dress. She wasn’t hiding it but making that argument would be futile because her father’s mind was already made up.
     
“Papa?”
     
“I didn’t stutter, Kgomotso, you heard me.”
     
“I, I can explain.”
     
“That window of opportunity has passed, what you will do now is pack your bags and come back home. I don’t want you anywhere near that boy until he comes here with his elders to answer for his actions, he thinks he can disrespect me because I didn’t say anything when you two moved in together?”
     
Anesu slammed his foot on the brakes and the tyres screeched as he stopped in the middle of the road and paid no mind to the blare of an angry hooter coming from the car behind. He didn’t think he could let Kgomotso out of his sight but going against her father’s wishes could complicate things further.
     
“I can’t come back home, papa, I have to work.”
     
“You will commute like everybody else who works in Joburg, I want you here tomorrow before sunset.” He insisted.
     
Bathong, what was this? She was an adult and not some teenager who could be controlled by enforcing a curfew.
     
“But, papa, you are being unreasonable—”
     
“Kgomotso.” He cut her off. “In case I didn’t make myself clear in the beginning this is not up for discussion, I know that he is with you so you can tell him what I said because if I have to come and get you myself…” His threat loomed in the air and there was no escaping it.
     
“I heard everything you said, Ntate, and I’m sorry you had to find out like this. I will bring Kgomotso home and call my uncles to prepare themselves, I really meant no disrespect, Ntate.”
     
“You better not be lying to me, boy, because you’ve proven that you’re untrustworthy.” He hung up.
     
“But I don’t want to go, Anesu.” She sobbed, tears running down her face.
     
“I don’t want you to leave either, baby, but I’m not familiar with how things are done in your culture as it stands I might get fined for what we did.”
     
“I’ll tell my father it was my fault.”
     
He shook his head, looking deflated as the light diminished from his eyes it was hard to believe they were happy a moment ago. “You can’t do that. I’ll call my uncles and make things right, okay?”
     
“Okay.” Her voice trembled, but looking into his eyes she knew he could be trusted no matter what her father said.
     
He didn’t look as confident as he sounded but she was appreciative of his ability to keep a level head because her unstable hormones had her acting out of character over any slight inconvenience.
     
He wiped her tears with a flattering tenderness, she had no choice but to fall for him deeper. “Now, please, stop crying you are upsetting my baby.” He dropped a chaste kiss on her lips, tasting her tears.
     
Her eyebrows went up in surprise. “So, you made him alone? With no help from my egg whatsoever?”
     
“Our baby.” He smiled unable to resist her beckoning lips.
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