Forbidden Treasure ✓

26.) Safety purposes.

Onalerona's POV

"Do you give me permission to touch you Onalerona?" asks Nkosikhona and i gasp. This was not supposed to happen. I won't even bother asking myself how he figured out my identity but i thought maybe i could linger longer without him finding out who i am. "Yes or no Onalerona?"

I missed his touch, i missed sitting on top of him like this. Even though i shouldn't be agreeing but i do. I whisper a yes and he starts massaging my thighs all the while we maintain eye contact. He buries his head in the crook of my neck and i hear him inhale sharply.

"I missed this." he mumbles. "I missed this too." I whisper. He removes his head from my neck and lets out a little smile. "Say it again." I feel my cheeks heat up and i shake my head no. He chuckles. "Please, I want to hear you say it louder this time." I fight the urge to smile. "I missed this too."

He smiles which causes me to smile too. We stare at each other. I missed starring into his eyes like this. I missed seeing the yellow and grey specks around his irises. He has the exact same eyes as his mother's. I knew the day i saw his mother's eyes that there was a resemblance and here is the resemblance now.

I missed being in his arms like this. I missed us as a whole and i shouldn't be missing him because he is married. "I need to go Nkosikhona." I say. Why did i agree to let him touch me? I try to remove myself from his grip but he tightens his hold around me. "Nkosikhona i need to go." "Don't deny it."

"B.." "I want you to be my private dancer." he says. "What's that?" I ask and he chuckles. "I want you to dance for me and me only." "Why?" "You think I want other men to see what's mine." "I'm not yours you are married for heavens sakes." "So?"

"So it means focus on your marriage and wife and let me do my job as a dancer and go home afterwards. No need to overcomplicate our lives even more." I say. "I know you want this just as much. You may deny it but your body says otherwise." he says.

I hate the fact that he is right but I can't give into temptation like this he is a married man and those kind of men are off limit and we can't get back together, not only will i be putting my life at risk but his as well and i don't want that. "So are you in or out?" he asks. I know he knows my answer and i know I shouldn't agree but I can't help it. "Yes." I whisper. What am I getting myself into?

"You usually moan louder than that when I'm pounding into you." he says and i feel my cheeks heat up. "Yes dammit." I answer and he chuckles. "No need for the violence sthandwa sami i know you love all of this." I roll my eyes. (my love.) I hate that his right. I despise that i adore him this much when I know i shouldn't.

"What was so hard about agreeing?" he asks. "What am i agreeing to exactly?" I ask. "To be my private dancer." "Nkosikhona i am here to make money and you blocking that." "I will pay you i just want you to dance for me only." "So i can't dance on stage anymore?" "No."

"But.." "How much do you make on stage daily?" he asks. "R1.5-2K on a good day." I answer. "How much do you make per private session?" "Around R2K." "Then i will pay you that amount." "Aren't you wasting your money on me?" "No I am not you are worth every penny and more."

"Okay." I say. "I don't want other men to see what's for my eyes only." he says. "But its not like they touch. I haven't gone this far with any men i have danced for thus far." "I know but i don't feel comfortable as your boyfriend." I choke on my spit. "Boyfriend?" "Do you want me to call you my wife?"