A WEB OF DECEIT ✔️

chapter 62

*Mbali’s POV*

It was late, and the apartment was quiet, save for the occasional hum of the fridge and the faint sound of the city outside. The night had been a whirlwind—laughing, talking, pretending like everything was normal. But deep down, I knew it wasn’t. I had been feeling a little homesick, missing my baby and the simplicity of home. It was why I got up from the bed, slipping quietly out of Thelani’s guest room to get a glass of water.

Walking slow and softly down the hallway, I was careful not to wake anyone. The cool air helped to clear my head. My thoughts drifted back to earlier that night, to Thabo. He was sleeping on the couch now, or so I thought. He looked peaceful, his chest rising and falling steadily. I paused in the doorway of the living room, staring at him. The kiss we shared earlier had been unexpected but not entirely uninvited. It wasn’t the wine talking, as Thelani might think. No, the attraction between us had been simmering for a while now, unspoken but present. We had exchanged glances, subtle touches, lingering stares—but neither of us had acted on it, not until tonight.

The kiss had felt right, even though my mind screamed it wasn’t. I had a boyfriend. I had responsibilities. I couldn’t just let my emotions get the better of me, but here I was, standing in the middle of the apartment, heart racing, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe—just maybe—this was what I wanted. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t notice when Thabo woke up.

Suddenly, I felt a hand grip my waist, firm but gentle. My breath caught in my throat as he pulled me closer. My eyes widened in shock, but my body didn’t resist. I turned slightly to face him, expecting him to say something, to explain why he had woken up and what he was doing, but he didn’t say a word. Instead, he kissed me—deeply, passionately, as if he’d been waiting for this moment just as much as I had.

For a brief second, I hesitated. Was this right? My boyfriend and I were rocky, sure, but this… this was cheating. I should stop. I should push him away, remind him that this wasn’t what we were supposed to be doing. But then he kissed me again, and I couldn’t think straight. All I could feel was his hands on my body, his lips trailing down my neck, and the heat between us.

Without speaking, we walked together toward the bedroom. It was almost like we were on autopilot, our bodies taking control, drawn to each other in a way that was undeniable. The silence between us wasn’t awkward; it was filled with the tension we had been ignoring for so long. Thabo and I had been pretending that there was nothing between us, but tonight, we couldn’t hide it anymore.

In the bedroom, the dim light from the hallway cast soft shadows across the room. I helped him pull off his t-shirt, my fingers trailing along his skin as I did. He was warm, solid. Thabo reached for my shirt next, tugging it over my head in one swift motion. His eyes darkened with desire as he took in the sight of me, his hands lingering on my waist for a moment before pulling me into another kiss—this one more urgent, more intense than the last.

We fell onto the bed together, our lips still locked, and he wasted no time. His hands moved expertly, tugging off my underwear as he kissed a trail down my body. When his mouth found me, I gasped, my fingers gripping the sheets as he worked his magic. He was good—really good—and I couldn’t help the moans that escaped my lips as pleasure washed over me.

As if sensing my need, he moved back up my body, kissing me again, his lips trailing over my skin. The heat between us was unbearable now, the tension coiling tightly inside me, ready to snap. Thabo adjusted himself between my legs, positioning himself at my entrance, his eyes locked on mine.

“Turn around,” he whispered, his voice husky.

I hesitated for only a moment before obeying. The command in his voice was clear—he wanted to take control, and I was more than willing to let him. As I turned over, my body already throbbing with anticipation, I heard him speak again, his voice a deep rumble against my ear.