Caught Between Mr. Right And A Night Of Desire

Chapter 4

I was the first to wake up, sunlight streaming through the window warming my skin. I blinked a few times, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep as the whirlwind of last night's events flooded my mind. As the memories came rushing back, my cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and exhilaration. I had been reckless—wildly so—but not for a second did I regret it. Nkosi's kisses still lingered on my lips, and the warmth of his body next to mine ignited a flutter in my chest.

The thrill of being with Nkosi was still alive in my veins, but as I stretched out beside him, a sudden thought hit me: we hadn't used protection. My stomach dropped at the realization, and for a brief moment, panic washed over me. What had I been thinking? I quickly brushed it off, mentally noting to grab an emergency pill as soon as possible. After all, I couldn't let a little thing like that ruin my carefree spirit.

Feeling famished, I slid out of bed, careful not to wake Nkosi, whose peaceful expression made my heart skip a beat. I padded across the room, the soft carpet feeling luxurious under my bare feet. I retrieved my thankfully intact dress and located my misplaced underwear and headed to the bathroom. The cool tiles greeted me as I dressed, rinsed my mouth, and splashed cold water on my face, hoping to erase any lingering traces of last night's indulgence.

As I made my way downstairs, a laugh bubbled up inside me. The sight before me was ridiculous. The living room was a chaotic nest of sleeping bodies—Dipuo, Lwandile, and Nandi sprawled across the couches in various states of comfort, their hair tousled and limbs tangled. The guys were scattered haphazardly on the floor, one of them snoring softly. It was a hilarious scene, and I couldn't help but chuckle to myself. "What a night," I thought, shaking my head in disbelief.

I opened the kitchen cabinets, my stomach grumbling in agreement. To my delight, I found eggs, bacon, and bread—all the makings of a greasy breakfast that would surely cure our hangovers. I turned on the stove, the sizzling sound of bacon filling the kitchen, and the delicious aroma wafted through the air. I couldn't resist humming a little tune as I moved around the kitchen, my heart light and my spirits high. "ke dirang mara?" I laughed to myself again, feeling a mix of pride and mischief. I had never imagined my night would end like this, waking up in a stranger's house after a wild night of passion. Then proceeding to cook breakfast for them.

While I was still lost in my thoughts, Dipuo walked into the kitchen, her eyes widening in surprise at the sight of me bustling around. "And then wena?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "Why are you in such a good mood?".. "Ba gofile ner?"

I grinned, wiping my hands on a kitchen towel. "Bathong Dipuo, why ole yana mara tle?" I just thought I'd whip up something nice for us, you know? A proper breakfast for a change."

Her expression softened as she took in the sizzling bacon and fluffy eggs. "Wow, ona le mohlolo shem. O sure gore o sharp?"

"More than okay! I'm famished, and I figured we'd all need something greasy to soak up last night's fun," I replied, my excitement bubbling over.

As I plated the breakfast, I heard faint sounds stirring from the living room. I couldn't wait to see the looks on their faces when they woke up to the smell of sizzling bacon and eggs. I set the table, feeling like a makeshift host in this unfamiliar house.

The rest of the crew slowly emerged from their slumber, each sporting expressions of shock and disbelief. Nkosi was among them, blinking against the brightness as if waking from a dream. I couldn't help but laugh at the scene.

"Bathong lona!" What's wrong with these people? I thought, amused at the way they were looking at me as if I had suddenly grown two horns.

Dipuo, ever the spirited one, was the first to break the tension. "Good morning, peeps! Lenna, I was as shocked as you are!" she announced with a cheeky grin, her arms thrown wide in mock surprise. Her comment drew chuckles from everyone, lightening the mood.

Mandla stretched and let out a yawn, glancing over at the spread I had prepared. "I haven't had a proper breakfast in ages," he said, rubbing his stomach.

"Same here!" Lwazi chimed in, shooting a playful glance at Akani. "I think we've been living off energy drinks and takeout."

Akani laughed, "And this looks like a five-star meal compared to what we usually have!"

As they joked and teased each other, Nkosi stood a bit off to the side, arms crossed, observing the chaos unfold. His intense gaze swept over the group, a silent acknowledgment of the camaraderie in the room. He was present, an anchor amidst the lively banter, his demeanor a mix of interest and contemplation.

I caught his eye and felt a flush creep into my cheeks. Our earlier encounter played through my mind—a reckless thrill wrapped in the reality of a one-night stand. I reminded myself to keep my emotions in check; this would soon be just a memory once we left this place.

Amogelang, noticing the chemistry between us, raised an eyebrow and smirked. "You two looked ma yang yang last night," he remarked teasingly. "Nele le busy neh?"

Nkosi shot him a warning glance, but the corners of his lips twitched in a hint of a smile. I was reminded of how alive I felt last night, but I also knew that nothing would come of it.

"Where did you guys disappear to, vele?" Nandi added. I knew she wouldn't let this go easily.

Nkosi cleared his throat, his voice low and steady. "Just needed some fresh air, you know?" he replied, a nonchalant shrug accompanying his words. He wasn't one to share much with strangers, and I respected that.

"Right," Mandla laughed, clearly unconvinced but enjoying this. "Like we'd believe that, nibona ngathi siy'zingane neh?" Nkosi shot Mandla a commanding glance that signaled the end of the conversation.

With that, we settled around the kitchen table, and the atmosphere transformed into a lively brunch. The conversation flowed easily, with jokes and stories being exchanged. Despite Nkosi's intense demeanor, he chuckled softly at the jokes, contributing a witty remark here and there, his presence adding depth to the playful energy of the morning. It felt oddly comforting like we had all known each other for years instead of just one night.

"Honestly, this breakfast is the highlight of my week," Akani said between bites, his eyes closed in appreciation.

"Same here," Nkosi added, his gaze lingering on me as I poured juice into glasses. There was an unspoken connection simmering between us, but I reminded myself that this was just a fleeting moment. And that I shouldn't expect anything deeper from a one-night stand.

I couldn't shake the feeling that, despite the wildness of last night, something unexpected and exciting was blossoming in the air. I found myself smiling more, enjoying the lively banter and the ease that had settled over the group.

As Nkosi leaned back, a small smile on his face, I wondered what he was thinking. The intensity of his gaze was both exhilarating and intimidating, and I was left wondering where this unexpected connection might lead us.

"Not bad for a random party, huh?" I said playfully, trying to break the tension.

"Not bad at all," Nkosi replied, a hint of warmth in his tone, making me feel like maybe—just maybe—there was more to him than just the mysterious mask he wore around strangers.