The throne's keeper.

Chapter 13 - Caramel cake.

Khwezikazi.

The drive back home is short because the whole way I have been in my thoughts, I've been trying to make sense of whatever that happened at that party, I eventually found Stacy but we ended up settling in one of the Lounges in the house until the twins decided that we should rather leave, because for one I was still trying to make sense of the situation and two I wasn't willing to be in the same table as that Mbali, something about her just sturs the violent character inside of me.

I've never liked bullies, I've always hated bullies and that is exactly who she is and for that I know someday that our paths will part painfully.
He parks the car in the garage and we make our way up to the pent house, both of us still quiet.

"Do you feel like like having something sweet ?"
He asks when we walk into the house and he's headed the direction of the kitchen.

"Uhm, yeah, I'd like to have something sweet."
I tell him as I also follow him but I head for the living room instead knowing that he'd follow me here after he's done in the kitchen.

I take of my shoes and I sit comfortably on the sofa as I wait for him. He comes with a bowl of cake and one fork and he sits closely next to me.

I lean forward and I wait for him to feed me some cake and he eventually feeds me.
The smooth caramel and the slight coffee flavor dances beautifully on my tongue and I scrape my finger on the cream of the cake and I pit it into my mouth and I look at him again.

He's staring at me with this little smirk on his face and I too stare at him again and I smile.

How do I even begin to ask him this ?

I clear my throat and I lean back on the back rest of the sofa and I look at him again.

"Why were your friends look at me like that ?"

"Because they were intrigued."
He says as he takes yet another bite of the caramel flavord cake.

"By what ?"

"By you."
He answers as he turns to look at me again.

"What was so intriguing about me ?"

"You have the qualities of a Sub... a perfect sub."

He answers and a lump grows on my throat. I stare down at my fingers for a few moments before I stare at him again.

"And what exactly does that mean ?"

"That your naturally submissive... it's pretty rare."

"And how could they tell ?"

"Ubuza Ibus Ibaliwe."
[Your asking an obvious question.]

"Okay, are their wives Sub's ?"

"Not all of them..."

"Mbali ? Is she a Sub ?"

I ask and he chuckles.

"Why are you specifically asking me about Mbali ?"

"Because I know that you've slept together before, countless of times."

"Mbali isn't into these types of things, but we did hook up a few times."

"So what ? does this mean that they hide this part of their lives from their wives ?"

"No... their wives know, they just made a decision not to go ahead with this type of lifestyle."

"And you, do you have somebody...that you currently do this with ?"

"A Sub ?"
He asks as a small smile grows on his face and I nod my head.

These are questions that I know he feels like he shouldn't be answering but he's just indulging so I can be able to make sense of this in my own way. And that means cross examining everything.