The throne's keeper.

Chapter 14 - 10111

Khwezikazi.

I walk into the kitchen and I find him sitting on the bar stool taking small sips of his coffee while he stares at his laptop like always.

He's dressed In formal and he looks good in formal. The shirt he's wearing hugs his biceps really well and the looseness of the rest of it fits his structure like a perfect snug.

He's trimmed the edges of his beard again this morning and so as the rest of his hair. I've learned that he does this once a week to keep his hair cuts cuts fresh and a four step skin care routine and those little drawing that litter his body peak out of the collar of his shirt and up the side of his neck and end just above his collar.

I can smell his sweet scent all the way from here, he loves those scents as much as he loves sweet treats.

I walk into the kitchen totally disregarding the fact that I've spent almost two minutes of my morning just watching him do the most normal thing on the planet... multi tasking between having breakfast and watching his numbers and statistics and I get even more annoyed at myself when I think about what he did. The agony he put me through last night.

"Morning."
He greets as I hear him shut his laptop while I open the fridge and I pull out a carton of milk and I look at him again.

"Morning."
I greet as I keep my focus on making sure I stuff my croissants correctly.

"How did you sleep ?"

"I slept okay."
I flatly answer while I continue to keep my eyes on my breakfast, i don't even want to look at him.

"You seem quiet the opposite."

"I am fine Sanele."
I tell him and I hear him slightly chuckle on the other side of the counter and I look at him again as my annoyance grows even more.

"What's so funny ?"

"You."
He simply answers as he folds his arms over his chest and he keeps his eyes on me. I shake my head at him as I put my butter knife down.

"I wasn't aware that I'd had turned into a joke."

He gets up from the chair and he walks around the island and he stands infront of me, caging me in between his thick and well muscled arms and between his huge self and the counter.

"Your cute when you're angry."
He says keeping his face close to mine and I turn my face away from his and I fold my arms.

"Did you think I'd let you pleasure yourself ?"
He asks and I look at him again, blank mind and everything because I am so consumed by the closeness of his body next to mine it's even fucking with me.

"You don't get the privilege of pleasuring yourself."

"But Sanele..."
I contest and he Interrupts.

"You need to ask for my permission."

"No..."

"You don't get to choose."
He says and my lips turn into a scowl and my chest turns hot as tears begin to pool at the brim of my eyes.

"Your so annoying Sanele."

"Siyazwana na ?"
He asks and I nod my head at him.

"Khuluma phela. "
[Use your words.]

"Yebo."
I respond.

"Yebo bani ?"
[Yes who ?]

"Yebo, Phakathwayo."

I answer and he holds me by my waist and he turns me around to stare at him and I lean against the counter.

He has this hungry look in his eyes and it's starting to drive me crazy.