Unhinged Love

CHAPTER 46

Last night was nothing short of amazing. Mnguni made love to me almost all night. He held me like I am the most precious jewel and he poured his heart out using his dick. This man loves me. I know he loves me and I know that whatever obstacles we will face, we can conquer them together as a couple. This morning, I woke up with his tongue in my cookie. I thought I was dreaming, but no, the man was eating me up. When he saw that I was awake, he just winked and continued with his assault. He made me cum with only his tongue and fingers. All I can say is that he is amazing in bed. He doesn’t need to bend me in all ways. He just needs to put his dick in me and I will sing all high notes. Right now, we are just cuddling and he is running his fingers up and down my arm.

“Sthandwa sami, when I told you that I love you last night, I meant it. Not because of your warm cookie. That was just a bonus for me. But I love you and the thought of sleeping next to you for the rest of my life, it sounds like heaven.” That sounds like a proposal but I need to mize it for now. There is a lot of stuff we need to tackle.

“Last night was amazing, Mnguni. Yazi when I woke up yesterday morning, I just told myself that I want to get fucked by my man and cuddle with him all night. That’s why I wore the lingerie which you admired for two seconds before tossing it away.”

He laughs. “If you could only see yourself through my eyes. We Ntokazi, seeing you drive, it made me so horny. Watching you scream and go crazy of the speed of that car; it made it all worth it. You are so smooth, yet so rough with cars. I have watched how you drive from our first date and you just mesmerize me all the time. I can’t get enough of it.” I smile. No one ever compliments my driving skills. My brother was the one who first taught me how to drive as an early teen and I carried his teachings with me till today.

“But we are in bed. You don’t need to call me Mnguni like I am an old man. Call me ‘Phakade lami’ or ‘Themba lami’ or something along those lines.” He complains and I snort. This man can be petty sometimes.
“Okay, lover boy. Mnguni is reserved for outside this bedroom.”
He smiles and climbs on top of me. “I like the sound of that.” He kisses me and then we are both startled by someone screaming his name.

“MR MZIMELA! SIR! I KNOW YOU ARE HOME! I SAW YOUR CARS IN THE GARAGE AND YOUR HOUSE KEYS ARE HERE IN THE LOUNGE! OW, YOU BROUGHT A NEW CAR? WHEN? MORNING!”

I frown as he rolls his eyes before he perks my lips and climbs off the bed. “That would be my annoying twin sister. Please cover up and come downstairs when you are done.” He puts on a t-shirt with shorts and head out. Back up. Twin sister? He has a twin sister? And he failed to mention that to me after we have literally poured our hearts out? Wow.

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MELISIZWE MZIMELA

I have a good relationship with my twin sister. Well, not good per say since we can go for two or more years without speaking to each other. There is no beef or anything. It’s just that we were close growing up but she fell in love with a white man at age 19 who later impregnated and married her. Two years later, they moved to Bolivia, a country in South America. I don’t even know what made them move there because the man was originally from England. She hardly came home after the marriage.

Then ten years ago, she informed us that the husband had died of cancer and left her a very large estate. She got depressed and got sucked into grieving. She has been distant and I allowed her to be because nothing annoys a griever more than a hoover. Last time I saw her was four years ago when I went to visit her after my divorce was finalized. She expressed her dislike for Thobisile even though she hardly knew her. Had only met her maybe three times. She is not someone who fakes affection or anything. She tells it like it is.

I find her downstairs opening the champagne bottle my girlfriend brought for me yesterday. I am not a fan of champagne but I was going to drink it because it was bought by someone I love. She smiles when she sees me.

“Hello, brother.” She greets from the bar stool. She doesn’t do hugs unless it is kids. She smiles when she sees me walking in the kitchen. She is currently drinking the champagne bottle my woman bought for me but I am not complaining. She doesn't even attempt to get up for a hug. I am used to it. Most of our generation are not very affectionate. And that is not wrong, but living in an era where people are so in touch with their emotions, that teaches us to be very affectionate towards our loved ones.

"Mtakababa." I go hug her even though I know it will make her uncomfortable. "How are you? When did you get here?" I ask, taking out bottled water from the fridge.
"I just thought I should come back and see my family for a month. It's been a while and I want to be there for Gcinile's lobola negotiations."

I frown. Gcinile is my aunt's daughter from my mother's side of the family. I don't know anything about lobola negotiations. Nobody told me anything. I know I am usually busy but a heads up would be nice. These are the same people who will ask for money if they run out of it while doing the planning.

"I don't know anything about that but congratulations to her."
She rolls her eyes. "I am sure they were going to tell you about it."
"Yeah, when they need money."
She chuckles. "Chill, brother." My woman chooses that moment to enter the kitchen. She is wearing a brown summer dress and no shoes.

"Good morning." She greets my sister and comes to stand next to me. My sister looks at her from head to toe and squints her eyes while staring at her face.
"You look familiar." My sister says and tilts her head to the side.
"She is a chef. Maybe you have seen her Instagram page. She has her own restaurants called Healthy Eats." I say with a wide smile. "Baby, this is my sister; Nozizwe Kemp." Hlengi extends her hand and Nozizwe shakes it.

"I know you." Nozizwe says and she turns to me. "Don't tell me you are sleeping with the girl Mbulelo posted not so long ago with hearts on his status. Tell me my eyes are deceiving me."
Hlengiwe clears her throat and looks at me. "I should go. I have a meeting with the planners. I will see you at the launch?' She asks and I smile at her.
"Let me walk you out." She did say she was leaving early and I was going to try and convince her to stay fro a little longer but I can't now. I have to explain myself to my sister.

Nozizwe watches us as we leave the kitchen. Hlengiwe takes off her dress as soon as we enter the bedroom and takes her toiletry bag. I might not get a goodbye round if I miss this one, so I follow her to the bathroom. She enters the shower and I watch her for a few seconds before joining her. She just stares at me and I wrap my arms around her.

"I love you and we are going to be fine, Ntokazi. You don't have to worry about anything." I kiss her and she sighs before responding to the kiss.


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"Can I bring a plus one to the launch?" I ask, watching her pack her things.
She smiles. "Who are you bringing?"
"Umkhongi wami." She laughs.
"Mnguni chill." She zips her bag and I take it from her.

"How I wish you weren't leaving. This house will be so huge without you." That's true actually. You never know you need something until it is gone. I have been lonely for a couple of years. being with her even for one night filled my heart in an unexplainable way. She has that warmth and tenderness and it is not even about her warm heaven.

"You are exaggerating. But I will make you a promise. After the launch, I will visit you for a whole week and we can do whatever you want." I grin. That sounds like magic to me.
"You can use that week to look at one of my spaces that you can turn to a Healthy Eats Durban branch.” I say and she rolls her eyes.
“Don’t tempt me with something like that.” We walk out and she bids farewell to my sister who promises to take her for lunch soon. We get to her car and I turn her around to kiss her. “I will miss you.”
“I already miss you and you haven’t even left. Can I marry you now so that You stay with me forever?”

She laughs. “Good cake can make you say wild things that you can’t take back. I love you.” She perks my lips.
“Umnandi kodwa nawe baby.” Her eyes pop out and she blushes.
“Yoh, bye Mnguni.”

I open the door for her and she climbs inside her car. She hoots before driving out. I take out my phone and send her a few cents before heading inside the house. It’s not buying love but you have got to appreciate your woman. Especially someone who took time out from their busy schedule and made time for you. That is a lot and she deserves to be appreciated. Now I have to go and face my sister who has a thousand questions for me.