There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment.
Ayize Gxarha, a poised conservative psychiatrist who meets the roguish Qaphela Makhathini due to unforeseen circumstances...
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𝙶𝚁𝚄𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶, 𝙸 𝙲𝙰𝚁𝙴𝙵𝚄𝙻𝙻𝚈 𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙴𝚃𝙲𝙷 𝙼𝚈 𝙻𝙸𝙼𝙱𝚂, popping them softly. Qaphela's head is resting against my chest with his hand caressing my non-visible belly. Uyanda is laying at the foot of the king-sized bed, having fallen asleep while watching television last night. They had both smothered me last night when I got to Qaphela's penthouse straight after work. It was my first week back at work and Qaphela couldn't handle my absence. He's been back at his penthouse since he doesn't want to go back to Cape Town as of yet.
Inching out of the bed, I replace my body with a mound of continental pillows. Swiftly and quietly as I could possibly be, I tiptoe into his ensuite bathroom and close the door behind me. I shoot straight to the toilet seat, eager to empty my bladder. Relieving my bladder always leaves me feeling lighter and less antsy.
Ping My cellphone alerts me of an incoming message. I'm taken aback when I notice that it's from Qaphela's little sister. She has only texted me once, when she needed me to convince Qaphela to send her money. Typical 19 year old.
I frown, obviously surprised. Qaphela didn't inform me about them coming this side. I draw out jagged breath, sauntering back to the bedroom.
"Wake up Qaphela." I whisper harshly whilst violently shaking his body.
"Ngenzeni manje?" Groggily, he whines in his sonorous voice.
"Your mother and Sade just landed. Didn't know they were coming this side?" I hiss with my arms crossed.
"Oh that," he titters. "I wanted it to be a surprise. Sade has a casting audition this side so I figured since mom has been begging to see Uya, she could also tag along and watch after him and Vusi for the weekend." He explains, confusing me once again.
"Watch after them for what? What's happening this weekend?" Befuddled, I inquest. He titters once again before tumbling out of bed. He pulls me into his arms, landing kisses all over my face.
"You my love, are going out of the country with your man. Figured you deserved a break from everything." He murmurs against my lips.
"Qaphela! Is this why you've been hoarding my passport?" I gag, forging my distaste. He shrugs his shoulders.
"Well, let me dash off to Mamzo and Sade. I love you." He pecks my lips before walking out of the bedroom.
"Oh God." I mutter silently. This explains why he pestered me about getting my hair and nails done two days ago. I need to get started on with some minimal tidying. Fortunately, the building's housekeeping staff did some major cleaning recently, so there's not much to do.
