Laced

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Nambitha Zungu

I know I wake up early, but damn, this family wakes up super early. I can feel myself dozing off to sleep at the breakfast table.
Zuzile on the other hand is chirpy and happy to have us here. She loves hosting; it's in her blood. The conversation is flowing at the table, I’m just sitting quietly because I don’t have much to say, the family is catching up.
“Tell me sbali, what’s wrong with the company.” Mr Mfusi asks.
This man is scary and intimidating. He has a lot of tattoos, has a fully white beard and small eyes, very small eyes, you’d swear he can’t see. His eyes make him even harder to approach. I wonder how a bubbly woman like Zuzile married a man like this.
“It was a pyramid scheme. They came to me as potential investors in the company.” he explains.
Finally, I will also get to understand because he has never actually told me.
“And didn’t you do your research, check if they are legit?” Zuzile asks.
“I did, they were legit, all their shit checked out. I only started getting suspicious when I was putting out more money than I was making.”
“Was there anyone else who was in control of the finances?” Mr Mfusi asks.
“There was a team in the finance department, one of them was a mole and I was able to catch them out and fired them immediately. I’m slowly trying to get things back but now these people are coming for me in my private life.” Mr Mfusi shakes his head.
“Don’t worry yourself about it any longer, we will find these bastards and they will pay.” that sounded scary, like a threat.
Whoever it is that is doing this shit should be petrified. I know I am.
“After breakfast, we are leaving.” he states.
Muzi doesn’t protest, he just offers a nod. He looks uneasy and he feels stiff beside me. I put my hand on his thigh and squeeze it, I hope he’s okay.
“Nams you are going to have to change your number and deactivate all your social media accounts, these people are possibly keeping track of your movements through your posts.” Zuzile adds.
Not my social media.
“No, you should get a new phone period, you don’t know if the one she has is bugged or not.” And it gets worse.
I just got this phone a few months ago, I’m not one to change phones a lot so this is just frustrating, but I guess they know better so I just nod.
I’ve lost my appetite and Muzi can see that I’m no longer comfortable.
“Can you please excuse us for a bit. Thank you for breakfast.” he says and stands up.
He takes my hand and leads me to our designated bedroom. I hope that wasn’t rude. As soon as he closes the door, I throw myself on the bed. I can’t stand being here anymore, no matter how comfortable the environment is.
“Are you going to leave me here alone?” I actually don’t feel comfortable here without him.
“I have to baby, but it will only be for a few hours.” even he sounds unsure about that.
“Where are you going?” he sighs and comes to sit next to me.
He’s trying to soften me up, that’s why he’s fondling with my hand.
“You don’t have to worry yourself about where I’ll be. All that matters is that I’ll come back to you, and the people who are messing with us will be dealt with.” back up!
“Muzi?” he rubs his nose bridge.
“I hope you won’t be involved in any criminal activities.” I don’t date criminals.
I don’t associate myself with criminals.
“No Nams I won’t, I promise.”
“Promise?” he puts out his pinky.
“Pinky promise baby.” that gives me a little peace of mind.
I climb onto his lap, putting my legs on either side of his body. I’ve missed him so much, I missed his touch, the feel of his body on mine. I attempt to kiss him, and for a short moment he kisses me back, but he quickly pulls back and cups my cheeks. Is he rejecting me?
“And then?” I’m confused.
“You were in jail; you need to cleanse first.” not this Zulu man shit.
Since when is he a Zulu traditionalist?
“I was in a fucking holding cell, not jail!” I’m actually angry.
“Still baby, we can’t.” he pulls me closer and kisses me.
He knows how much of a hard time I’ve had these past few days. We haven’t had sex in four days, that’s longer than normal, I feel like I’m losing my mind.
“Don’t kiss me if you won’t dick me down.” I scold, climbing down his lap.
He pulls me back.
“Nambitha wait, don’t be mad.” how can I not be mad?
“I promise I’ll make it up to you tonight, Zuzile will give you something okay.” he caresses my breasts and rubs my nipples.
“You are making me hornier and I’m going to be even angrier, just go.” he laughs.
“Come take a shower with me first.” he’s bribing me.
“Nope, I’m napping, your family wakes up too damn early!” my eyes are heavy.
I gladly climb off his lap and snuggle on my bed. He’s looking at me shaking his head. He’s not going to make me guilty; this nap would slap even more had he given me a few strokes, but no, he had to be a Zulu man.