Life on the other side [#WATTY'S 2016]

Chapter Seventeen

Johannesburg South Africa. Otherwise known as the City of Gold , is not only the powerhouse of South Africa it also booms with energy , glitz and glamor. It attracts plenty of international tourists and artists for its rich culture and diversity.

It hosts the Four Seasons hotel in Westcliff Johannesburg.

I put No type by Rae Schrummed because the music video was made in South Africa.

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Emeli's P.O.V:

The rest of the car ride was silent as we simply admired our surroundings.

"Welcome to the Four Seasons Em." I smiled at him. "Thank you for this." He smiled back at me. The door was opened by a valet called Jabu. He looked so professional in his white dress shirt, grey trousers, and red short sleeve pull over. "Sonbonani, Dumelang , Morè, Greetings Ma'am, Sir." I couldn't help but feel overly delighted. "Greetings to you too Sir." Diago nudged me for my response. I just shrugged my shoulders at him and got out the car.
A doorman then came and escorted us to the front desk where Diago did all the talking until we reached the door of our room.
I was already in awe by the double doored oak doors and beautiful ingravings in the door.
"What do you think?" "I am in awe." Diago was very pleased with himself for the spontaneous idea of organising this trip. He took my hand once again and we entered the beautiful suite.

I couldn't help the smile that formed on my lips, the tears that escaped from my eyes. I was speechless. From the zig zaged curtains that somehow popped at you to the beautiful view of nature from the ajared balcony door, to the king sized bed staring at us happily waiting for me as a friend , the cotton soft carpet underneath my feet, the crystal chandelier that sparkled with the help of the sun shining through and the picture frames on the wall and a gift basket for us both on the oak side tables. I turned to face Diago, let go of his hand and hugged out all the words i couldn't speak. He welcomed the hug and whispered in my ear. "Welcome home." The warm soothing feeling that ran through every fibre of my body. Through my tears i managed to say something back. "Thank you so much for this... I really appreciate this." He hugged me back a little tighter. "Lets get this vacay rolling." He put on some form of an Elvis Presly voice which made me laugh a little.
We backed out of the hug and i had to put my eyes back on the view. "Em..." I looked at him. "Di..." "I... There's a walk in closet over there. And the bathroom is through there." I followed his finger as a sense of reference. Was he trying to say i smell bad? I walked right into the marbled bathroom and headed straight for the shower.
Once the tap was opened water hit me from every direction and it felt like a heavenly massage. I ended up washing my hair and finding any excuse to stay in this.
Whoever judged South Africa knows nothing.

Climb on board... We'll go hard and mellow. Light and dark...

I heard Pillowtalk oozing out from outside the bathroom. I never took Diago for a Zayn Malik type of guy. But i jammed along anyway.

"So we'll piss off the neighbors in a place that fills the tears the place you lose your fears yeah reckless behaviour.A place that is so pure so dirty and wrong in the bed all day bed all day bed all day fucking it,fighting on its our paradise and its a war zone."
I grabbed a back brush to use as a mic and continued singing along. Once the song was done i got out of the shower feeling very excited. I am in SOUTH AFRICA!!!! I put on my robe and a towel on my head and exited the bathroom feeling fresh and relaxed.

"You didn't tell me you could sing." "I didn't?" "Nope." "It must have slipped my mind. I can sorta sing." He chuckled. "You better than me." "Of course i am... Duh!" He smiled at me before passing me to head into the shower.
I walked into the closet that had designer wear everywhere. Since i started working for Diago i have had to wear skin tight, professional designer wear just to please my boss and my collegues. But once i get home i slip into my comfortable sweat pants and tank tops. It makes me feel so at ease.
I picked a pair of black Gucci skinny jeans, back louboutin high cut boots with a wedged heel, and a warm black jersey. Hmm... warm. I untangled my hair from the towel and let the wet curls hang loose. I walked to the fire area that i hadn't noticed before and read the Vogue magazine on the table.

A while later Diago exited the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist hovering under his v-line , showcasing his detailed six pack and several tattooes. It was SEX-Y! His brown hair was wet and pushed back and little trickles of water were coming down onto his body.

"You okay?" "Hmm yeah." "You sure? You were staring." I looked down blushing. "I wasn't staring. I was appreciating. There's a difference." "Appreciating huh?" "Yeah when do you find the time to gym anyway?" "There's always time for gym." "Always? You clock in at six thirty in the morning and end at around seven thirty in the evening." "I wake up at four to go to the gym every morning." "Oh wow. The dedication." "Yeah. No work no gain." "Yeah. I get that now."
"So tour guide... what's the plan?" "I feel like we should get to know each other again."

He perked his bushy eyebrow at me while i stole a glance of his godly body again.
"Don't look stunned Di... Its been months since we've hung out. I feel like the connection we built isn't there anymore." "So you want us to reconnect." "Yes." He walked closer to me with water still seductively dripping from his abs. "Okay... " I expected... no i prayed that he would wrap himself around me but instead he reached out his hand for a ... handshake???? Really? Is he gay?

You reconnecting stupid.

Oh... I raised my hand and connected it with his. "Hi... My name is Diago Santrègez, a twenty eight years old. CEO of Santrègez Enterprises. I'm in South Africa because some crazy person said she will prove how amazing it actually is." I couldn't help but smile at his introduction. My turn. "Hay my name is Emeli Moore a twenty six year old personal assistant to an indecisive CEO. I'm here because its home... and because some retarded dude doesn't know how much he's missed out on." It was his turn to chuckle at my introduction. He looked me deep in my eyes. "Started off in the streets we would take direction from the thieves ,people dying all around me so i give ya my testimony."
"Did you just quote August Alsina?" "Yip. Benediction." I rolled my eyes while smiling. It does fit his lifestory so who am i to judge. "You know i thought South Africa didn't have winters." "You thought it was three hundred and sixty five days of dry sahara?" "Basically." I had to laugh at ignorance. "Too much cabel does that you." He nodded in understanding. I then involuntarily let go of his hand. "Get dressed we have a long day ahead of us."

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Reconnect huh? How far will that last?

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