Ndlovukazi: His queen

Chapter Twenty-four

SANELE

Is it too late to cancel the whole dinner thing. When I told khumo that I'll be taking her out for dinner I wasn't thinking straight, and now she's upstairs getting ready.

Glancing back at my watch, I inwardly curse when I see that I've been waiting for Khumo for about ten minutes.

Is she perhaps having second thoughts about this?

I didn't realize that she was already.

"I'm ready." A soft voice says, a shiver runs down my spine as I slowly look up at my date. I stare at Khumo, The dress is tight–fitting, with a V between her breast showing the right amount of cleavage. The material is tight over her hips and surely her ass. There's a slit on her right leg it shows just enough of her skin. Paired with black heels. She looks perfect.

Our eyes meet and it's not a "what are staring at" kind of look instead it's sweet, intense and it's definitely not appropriate for people who are in our situation.

"Is it too much for our date? Maybe I should go back and change, don't you think?"

Khumo run her hands down her body, I follow her actions eagerly. My fingers twitch wanting to replace her hands with mine, touching her.

I take a step towards her, then abruptly stop. I stare at her brown eyes.

"You look perfect tonight." I said in a rasping tone.

Her cheeks turned pink, she drew her lip between her teeth my cock twitchs.

Fuck look at me acting like a horny teenager.

"I think we should probably get going." I rasp.

"We probably should." She nods, her eyes scan my body until they find mine.

When our eyes meet again, they lock and hold as tension fills the air around us. Time seems to be moving slowly around us. Khumo collects her purse, and then pushes past me on her way out, she smells so fucking good. She turns to me, "You coming." And with that being said I walked out like a dog chasing a bone.

KHUMO

I confidently walking down the stairs, I quickly notice Sanele's tall build well body. Black suit pant, matching long-sleeve dress shirt. He has the top bottom undone, exposing a gold chain that is hanging around his neck he has his sleeves rolled up.

The closer I get the clearer I see him.His Rolex watch is effortlessly on his wrist, his forearms are on display to greedy eyes like mine. I've never seen him in anything formal apart from the gala but right now he looks like a hot mess.

My fucking hot mess.

Glancing at Sanele, he stares at his watch before noticing my presence. Him looking at me the way he's looking at me let's me know he likes what he's seeing.

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Sanele is driving and I can't help but steal glances at him. This is the second time seeing him behind the wheel and it shouldn't be this sexy. He steers this Lamborghini Urus like it's a extension of himself swerving through the streets of Cape Town with control and ease like him.

I look away from him and decide to distract myself by looking at Cape Town come alive at night. This place is amazing I've lived here for years but I still get amazed by it. Maybe this dinner is the step into the right direction. For whatever, he's soften up to me I don't know if I should be happy or worried.

We park in front of the restaurant. Sanele helps me out of the car. There's no one here, no car, nothing it's empty.

Entering the restaurant, we welcomed by a live jazz band. He wraps an arm around my waist, his fingers press against my back. "Are you okay?" He asks, probably noticing how tense I am.