THE MAFIA'S STRIPPER

CHAPTER 8

NDABEZITHA

|THE HILL I'M WILLING TO DIE ON|

His head was bent over his desk when I came in. It would look even better between my thighs. Sies, Ndabe. "Uzongena noma uzong'gqolozela usuku lonke?" he asked. Rude much. "I'm not su-" I started but he held his hand up and looked up at me. "Sawubona," he said and I rolled my eyes. "Yebo sawubona. As I was saying I -" I said and once again he cut me off. "Awubingeleli ngani?" he asked. Zulu men are infuriating!
"I'm sorry, like I've been trying -"
"Awung'phendulanga. Awubingeleli ngani?"
"For fucks sake Mkhonto! Would you shut up and listen!" I said and his jaw tightened. He looked at his bodyguards standing near the door. "Give us the room," he said. They hesitated and glanced at each other. "Now," he demanded and they scurried out. He got up from his desk and went over to a shelf behind him to pour himself a drink. "Uyahlanya Ndabezitha?" he asked calmly. Is it weird that I'm turned on? "What?" I asked flustered. "Uyahlanya? Usukwazi ukung'thuka? Usunamasende wena, ukwazi ukung'thuka?" he asked. Da fuq? "You wouldn't listen to me," I defended. "Manje kusho ukuthi uthuke inhlamba?" he asked. "No, dad," I said and rolled my eyes. He went around the table and walked over to me. "The only time I ever want to hear you curse and scream my name is when you're under me," he said. He was so close to me his cologne filled my nose and I could smell the whiskey on his breath. He brushed past me and opened the door. "We're already late," he said leaving the office. Aaaah!

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"Mikhontho, always a pleasure to see you," a white woman greeted us at the door. "Gina. Likewise," Mkhonto said as they did the double cheek kiss. Umuntu uyohamba nini la? "I thought you were joking when you asked for two seats," Gina said. "I'm not a comedic man now am I," he said gripping my waist. "I'll be expecting an invitation to your wedding soon then?" she asked and Mkhonto laughed. "This is Ndabezitha, MaZulu, this is Gina. She's the reason we're all here tonight and why we'll leave with our wallets much lighter than we came," he said and they both chuckled. "Pleasure to meet you," I said offering her my hand. "The pleasure's all mine. I'm sure there are people dying to speak to you so I won't keep you any longer," she said. "Normal table?" Mkhonto asked. "Always," Gina replied. "You look gorgeous on my arm," Mkhonto said and I flushed. "Imagine how much better I would look on your face," I said. "Why imagine when we could just go home right now?" he said without missing a beat. "Mkhontowesizwe Hadebe," a man said approaching us. "Would you perhaps like to also say my second name, Muzikayise?" Mkhonto asked. "Sawubona nkosazane," Muzi said. "Sawubona," I replied. "Kombe ngizothi intombi enhle kangaka ingeyakwabani?" he asked. "Zulu," I said. "Not for long, I hope," he said with a smirk. "How does Ngema sound?" he asked. "The same way your teeth will sound when they hit floor if you carry on like this," Mkhonto said through clenched teeth. "Ungixolele Madlokovu but I think Hadebe is a very befitting last name," I replied and chuckled. "Ah. It can't hurt to try," Muzi said.

"Where are we going?" I asked when I noticed we weren't going to my apartment. "My place," Mkhonto said casually. " What I said earlier was a joke," I said and he smirked. "It's way too late to drive into the city to your place. Uzohamba ek'seni," he said. "I've only known you for a month but this is the third time you've kidnapped me," I said. "Are you going to start hyperventilating like the first time. If so, I always have my gun on hand so we can re-enact that thing that you did," he said and I blushed. "I'm so tired," I said mostly to myself as I yawned. "I never want to go to those things again. I almost lost my mind with boredom," I said leaning back on the seat and closing my eyes. . "To go to those things is part of your job," he said. "Being your pretend girlfriend is a job?" I asked.
"As'dingi phela uk'pretenda."
"Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?"
"Do I look like the boyfriend type?" he asked and I chuckled. I swear I slept for like 2 minutes before he shook me awake. "Where are we?" I asked. "Ngishilo, my place," he said. "No it isn't," I said sleepily. "Manje uyang'phikisa yini? That other place is strictly for work. Asambe," he said. We walked to an elevator that opened up to the most gorgeous penthouse I'd ever seen. He turned the lights on and I gaped at it. Everything was black, from the walls to the flooring, the couch. Everything. "Are you hungry?" he asked "We just ate," I said pointedly. "Sushi is not food," he replied walking towards his kitchen. He took his jacket off before rolling his shirt sleeves up. "I'll make us something quickly," he said. I sat on one of the bar stools and watched him work on what looked like a sandwich. "Ah fuck!" he said lowly. "What wrong?" I asked getting up. "Nothing," he said opening a cabinet and taking out a plaster. "Let me," I said taking it from him. He had nicked his finger and it was bleeding. I looked him dead in the eyes before taking his injured finger into my mouth. He inhaled sharply as I sucked on it, his eyes turning dark with lust. I swirled my tongue around his finger my eyes never leaving his. "Ungay'qali into ongeke uy'mele MaZulu," he said hoarsely and I took his finger out of my mouth as I looked up at him innocently. "I'm just trying to help you," I said wiping his finger down with a cotton swab and wrapping it in a plaster. "Do you want mommy to kiss it better?" I asked and he smirked as I did. "You brought this on to yourself," he said. "Wha-" I started but I was cut off as he spun me around to press me against the counter. Our chests were touching, he was close enough for me to hear his labored breathing and pounding heart - or was that mine. "You're driving me crazy MaZulu," he said. "When you talk to other men, your coy remarks and this - when you do things like this. All of this - all of you is driving me insane. If you were anyone else, I would absolutely rail you in this counter but the things I want to do to you just can't possibly be done on a counter. You're tired I can tell, so I'll let you go to bed. But next time, I won't hesitate," he said hoarsely. My knees were weak and my panties were probably a sopping mess. "I wouldn't mind being railed on this counter," I said lowly and he chuckled. "Uyazela, I would need you energized for me to rail you," he said. "Goodnight MaZulu," he said and kissed me on the forehead. That simple act - something so basic yet filled with so much intimacy brought me over my breaking point. My eyes rolled back and my knees buckled. Mkhonto swiftly caught me before I hit the floor. What the hell? "Did you just...?" he asked. "I've never... done that before from just words," I said shaking and he smirked. "I can't wait to ravish you MaZulu. But for now, I'll settle for showing you to your room," he said.

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the urge to just write a sex scene for these two without a back story is slowly becoming un-ignorable😔. thank you for 1.64K reads, you guys are amazing 😮‍💨💋! i love you all so so much i want to cry 🥹🫀! enjoy & as Olwethu Ndlanya (real ones know who she is) would say : ngin'thanda HOORAY! 🤭🫵🏾