When everything goes south, both Ayanda Gamede and Mpilo Jali bump into each other. Eventually Turing towards each other.
But what happens when Mpilo's life affects Ayanda. Will it end in a happily ever after or will it end with someone body in a c...
"Ayanda, hurry up. Melokuhle will be here soon." Iminathi, my best friend, shouts from my living room. Rolling my eyes, I grab my bag from my bed and I make my way into my living room.
"I can't believe you're making me third wheel you and your boy toy at a club." I throw myself onto my couch and she pulls me up almost immediately.
"Oh please, stop being dramatic. I've had to shadow you at your weird dates so it's finally your turn to do something for me." She drags me to the door, pushing me out before she locks the door behind her.
She gets into the passengers seat and I get into the back seat, giving Melokuhle, Nathi's toy of the month, a little wave.
He drives to the club and he decides to basically flaunt the little cash he has and he books a VIP table for us. Sitting down, I scan around the club and it's packed. Like Mall of Africa type packed. There's hardly space to move around and the music is loud, making it hard to even hear my own thoughts.
I excuse myself from the table, leaving the couple alone and I head to the bar to order a Jameson shot. I take about three shots before I order a Bernini. I take my Bernini, walking back to the table.
I'm a few steps away from the table when a tall, light skinned man steps in my way.
"Ngingadlula?" I ask, not even looking the man in the eye.
"Only if you give me your numbers." He answers cockily. I roll my eyes before I try to walk around him but he steps in my way again.
"Move out of my way." I glare at him. I'm not in the mood for such bullshit on a Friday night. All I want is to go home but I just had to be dragged here by Iminathi.
"Come on, just give me your number and I'll be out of your way." He smirks , scanning my appearance from head to toe. I swear this night keeps getting worser.
"Uma ungibuka ngifana nomuntu obezojola nawe? If so, you need to get glasses. Suka endleleni yami." His mood changes from all smirks to angry as a bull in just seconds.
"Listen here, sfebe nguwe. You are going to come with me and there won't be any problems. If you cause any problems I won't be afraid to kill you on the spot." He threatens, secretly taking out his gun that I haven't noticed. And at this moment of time, I don't know if I should run or obey his commands.
"Hawu, Sfiso ndoda yami. Ngitshele, what are you doing threatening umfazi wami?"A deep voice says, making me look behind me. A caramel skinned, buffed Zulu man stands right before me. He glances at me for a minute before he glares back at the guy I now know as Sfiso.
"Umfazi wakho, boss? I- I didn't know bozza. Ngiyaxolisa." He apologises, taking small steps back.
"Hamba ke." Sfiso takes one last glance at us before he walks into the crowd.
"Thanks for the help." I say turning to him. He just looks into my eyes for a minute and he nods at me and follows Sfiso into the crowd.
That was weird.
I walk back to the VIP area, ready to leave. Getting to the table, I see Melokuhle speaking to the Zulu god/ the caramel skinned mute. I grab my purse, ready to leave this fucking club. Feeling his eyes on me, I request an Uber before walking outside. I shoot Nathi a text telling her I'm leaving and I wait for my Uber.
"For someone so beautiful, you sure are dumb." A familiar voice says behind me. I turn around, seeing 'my knight in shining armour.'
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Leaving with an Uber at this time is dangerous. I thought all South African women knew that." He walks next to me, his hands in his pockets.
"I don't have much of a choice, I drank and even if I didn't, I didn't bring my car." I shrug, looking forward.
"Asambe, I'll give you a ride."
"You could be a serial killer for all I know."I raise an eyebrow.
He laughed, like actually laughed, and damn it sounded melodic. "Sthandwa, if I was a serial killer I would have killed you by now. And I wouldn't have saved you from Sfiso." I roll my eyes waiting for him to stop. "Asambe, my offer still stands."
I look at him sceptically before I sigh and I follow him to his car. A beautiful black Audi Q8. One of my favourite cars, how ironic. And I have to say, it's the epitome of luxury and beauty.
He opens the passenger door for me, before he jogs to the other side of the car. I enter my address into the gps but just three houses down to mine.
"Is that your real address or a few houses down from your house?" He asked, pulling out of his parking spot.
"Honestly speaking, it's a few houses down from mine. I can't trust someone I don't know." I shrug, getting comfortable in my seat.
We spend the entire ride laughing and getting to know each other. Which if you ask me isn't necessarily smart cause I'll never see this guy ever again.
(Never say never😭)
He pulls up to my street and I unbuckle my seatbelt before I turn to him.
"Thanks for the ride,..."
"Mpilo."
"Thanks for the ride, Mpilo. And also for being my knight in shining armour." I joke.
"I was just raised right." He shrugs. I start getting out the car and I'm about to close the door before he talks. "I didn't get your name. Or should I continue calling you Sthandwa?"
"Igama lami nguAyanda."
"Umuhle , Ayanda."he smirks almost as if he knows what he's doing to me.
"I'll see you around." I blush, closing the door walking towards my house.
Turns out this night wasn't as bad as I thought.
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