Love, Guns & Kayise

12.

12.

NTANDOKAYISE

My head feels so heavy. I groan in pain as I open my eyes. I reach for my phone beside the nightstand and I'm surprised to see the time reading 8:34 am. Shıt! I'm late. I try to get out of bed and realise that I'm sleeping on Muzikayise's chest while his arms are wrapped around my waist.

"Muzi?" I shake him aggressively so that he can wake up.

"Hmmm..."

"We are late." I usually go to work by 7:30 because I start working at 7:45 and it's a fifteen-minute drive to the Zikhali Construction company.

"You and who?" His eyes are still closed, and he doesn't want to let go of me, so I move my hands on his body and slowly move to his torso. His eyes jolt open.

"Good morning, Mr Zikhali. Can you let go of me?"

"You should have let your hands travel further." He smirks. His dimples are too attractive. I mean, a lot of people have dimples, but Muzikayise's dimples will make a girl fall in love.

"If I wasn't late, maybe I would reconsider."

"What time is it?" He yawns.

"Ten minutes to nine?" His eyes bulge out.

"What? Why didn't you wake me up?" He quickly gets out of bed in his boxers and rushes to the bathroom. Oh my goodness, I woke him up ten times. It's not my fault he didn't want to wake up.

I walk to the walk-in closet and pick up my clothes for the day. I decided to choose Muzikayise's clothes as well so that we can match.

I hate Mondays. They are the reminders that weekends, no matter how fun they are, end and we come back to reality. Muzi and I spent the whole weekend being in this room and watching movies. We just talked about things, and nobody initiated anything. The problem is that we drank too much alcohol on a Sunday night, and now I have a throbbing headache. I don't know about him.

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"Good morning, Ntandokayise. You're late." Julia, our receptionist, says.

"I know. Is Mr Mbhele in already?"

"Unfortunately not, but you have a guest in his office." My heart skips a beat. Guests? Who could they be?

"Thank you, Julia. Have a nice day." I give her a fake smile and walk to the office. My heart pounds more when I open the office door and find two men sitting down on the couch having coffee.

"Good morning, gentlemen." I close the door as I walk to them while holding files in my hands. I place the files on the table and go sit down with them.

"Morning, Miss. I'm Detective Ledwaba, and this is my colleague, Officer Mbhele. He's Lurther Mbhele's brother. Lurther has been missing since Friday, and we are looking for him."

"Missing? But on Friday, I left him in this office when I was knocking off." I may feel nervous inside, but I know how to hide my emotions. I'll act like I don't know anything even when I do.

"He never came home." Officer Mbhele says, eyeing me like I know something.

"He mentioned going clubbing on Friday and even invited me to go out with him, but I'm someone's fiancee, so I refused," I explain my fabricated lie. Mr Mbhele never invited me out anywhere. I didn't even think I'd bump into him at the club because he never said anything except flirt with me as always and talk about work.

"Did he ever mention going anywhere?" The detective writes down things on his notepad.

"Except for clubbing, no. Am I being interrogated?"