CHAPTER 14

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“Ready for our date” I nod. He heads upstairs, stops a few steps, and comes back down, “Are you wearing that?”
“What’s wrong with this?”
“No I’m asking?” I nod. He turns around runs back upstairs and comes back downstairs, he changed he’s wearing a White sweater, and it has some tiny black emblem on it. He walks down, holding a Xhosa Bhayi shawl. Where did he get this?
“Does that belong to another woman? I’m not wearing some bitch’s left overs” I say feisty.
He drops his head and laughs, “Jesus. No, I bought it the first time we met, I was gonna send it along with the Teddy’s but didn’t because, I thought I was doing too much, but now that you’re my girlfriend, I don’t have a reason not to give it to you” I smile.
He hands it to me, I look at it, I actually wanna cry. I don’t know why. Its matching my dress. He hands me a pin as well, kodwa lomfana. He knows all the things to do, he’s so healing and vulnerable. He said, the first time we met, he knew that he was gonna marry me. I just thought, he was an annoying passing stranger, now look at him. The man of my dreams, I know, I’m being naïve by saying this, but if he asked me to marry him today, I wouldn’t hesitate to say YES. I wrap one side of my shoulder, and then underneath my arm, pining it together.
“It’s gonna be a bit chilly tonight, why don’t you cover both shoulders?” he asks, he’s looking at me like, I don’t know. This weird its not like the way he was looking at me earlier, when I was getting dressed. His eyes are popping, watching me all over.
“My mother used to say, an unmarried woman, never covers both shoulders because I need to show, I’m still single” I say.
He clenches his jaw, “Do you wanna marry me?” he blurts out.
I look down, “Yes,” he takes a breath of relief, “But, not right now, I still haven’t met your parents, there’s so much we still haven’t done as a couple, don’t get me wrong. I WILL MARRY YOU, just let’s give it 6 months at least” I say softly.
He nods with a smile, “I can’t wait to give you children”
“OK, you going too far now” I say laughing.
He nods and smiles, “You ready?”
“Yes”

He holds his hand out, I grab it and swing it with both arms. I feel like one of those teenagers in movies.
“Alright Max, you the man of the house, if anyone breaks in while I’m away you have the right to kill” I look at him crazy and smile, Max barks, “I will bring you a Steak don’t worry” Max barks again. We heard to the Elevator which dings open, we step in and Max is standing in the passage watching the door close. He kinda looks happy we are leaving. I swear he’s a human in a dog’s body. The elevator goes down, he’s still holding my hand, we reach the bottom, the door dings at the parking level.
There’s no car, “No chauffeur?” I ask. He shakes his head, I nod. He pulls me as we walk to the Rolls Royce, this is my first time, I have been so close to this car. I have only seen people post them, by people, I mean celebrities. He opens the door for me, it opens in the opposite direction. I step in, feeling the leather on my skin, yeah no, just the seats feel rich. He walks around and opens the door. The spirit of ecstasy goes up, the inside turns purple, I look around the car. Its so WOW. Inside even the roof, it looks like stars, there’s even another one flying past. He starts the car, it starts moving back, I couldn’t even feel it move, until I saw the parking title get smaller. He’s holding my hand as we drive out of the parking. Sandton looks different when you aren’t driving tired at 3am. LOL. We are driving he’s still holding my hand. He kisses my hand. I just blush, he continues to stare ahead. He takes a deep breath and continues to drive.

“Is the restaurant you taking me too the one, you would’ve taken me after the baby shower?”, he starts laughing and nodding, I look down, “I’m still really, really sorry about that day, I know I hurt you, I never meant to hurt you, I promise, I will never hurt you…” he squeezes my hand and looks at me.
“I know my love, you have apologized in more ways than you know” he smiles, that smile. Now that I think about it, did he really mean it, when he said, ‘Marry me’, I’m sure he was playing, but I wasn’t playing about what I said, I would say YES, in a heartbeat. I mean how many men can treat you the way, he treats me, forget the money he has, he treats me like a Queen. I never cook or clean, he always opens my door, and the sex. I mean the LOVE MAKING, we could go all night, if we wanted but I have work. That’s why we call it LOVE MAKING.

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