Dingaan found himself chuckling a bit. "Maybe Yonella might actually be the person I need." He huffed at the thought and smiled big again as he made the final turn onto Kisslake road, the very road which his 30-something years young mistress lived.
He drove on the fairly quiet streets and remembered not to admire his neighbors' cars as he parked in front of the blue house that had a thick green hedge, fencing the bricked brown wall. Getting out of the silver Mercedes, he immediately heard Nomzamo's car pulling up and parking swiftly in front of his.
Watching her get out, he wiped any sort of naught smirk of his lips and tried to act tried and tested although the outfit blatantly gave him away, maybe by the way his shirt squeezed out his muscular arms and his pants left his bulging thighs toned enough to remain muscular.
Expecting her mood swings to shoot him a suspicious look, he watched her smile at him as she walked past him; her radiant cologne burning an an addictive desire which left his nostrils tingling for him to follow her. Nomzamo placed her fingerprint on the door and let it open as Dingaan rushed in to grab her arm and act happily despite the guilt which had now encompassed his heartbeat...
"So kind of you to come on time today," Nomzamo said as she watched him reach the door before closing it as she motioned for him to be quiet as he walked past her.
Dingaan kept his face and chin a little straighter as the softness of her voice seemed substituted from her words, as she leaned against the door and searched his eyes for any sort of remorse.
"What is that supposed to mean?" He looked down as the room felt wobbly as though the ceiling would soon fall to the rising heat, from the sharpness of her brown gaze.
"You know exactly what I mean," A bit of anger painted her tone, and in that moment, he tried to save himself by pulling her close and narrowing his eyes to depict a hurtful sorrow.
It was the only card he could pull in that moment. Nomzamo was a very unpredictable woman to say the least; and with him being at least 10 years her junior, he couldn't afford to play his childish and manipulative games much longer. He surely could not comprehend the account of cards under her sleeve, tactics under her small bra, nor could he carefully depict the hidden decks tie to her G-string.
"My heart tells me you've been very busy lately." Her voice leaped onto his shirt and she buried her face into his chest. He was 6ft1 and she was 168cm tall, and a bit curvaceous around the waist, and hopefully not as mentally twisted as he dodged to think.
"Not so much, and surely not too busy for you Nomma," he shook his head reassuringly and dropped his hands tightly against her waist as she held him despite the risk of catching onto any remaining scent of Yonella's hugs.
"And it's not just that," although her voice seemed kind and gentle, she managed to slide out of his arms as she took a step back, slowly shaking her head.
"A few meetings surely woudn't come between us hey," His melting armpits seemed to have no effect on his voice, as he reached for her hands with a daring smile. While she kept her distance and let her smile subside before turning around and soldiering on that darkly lit passage, either heading for the lounge, bedroom or kitchen while hopefully without a morose intent.
In that moment he trailed her with nothing but his sight as he felt a little trembling which gravitated towards his legs and knees. Without thinking twice, he raced her down that passage and caught her at the doorframe of her majestic bedroom...
"I want us to work so badly, and I'm sorry if at times i may seem very ungrateful," She dragged her eyes back to him and locked into the two shiny little marbles of his dark grey silhouette. He eased her with a hug that tightened her to him, yet she still said nothing. Dingaan imagined her teeth to be chattering a bit, a horror to be lingering, and the walls to be closing in at a fast and intensified pace, just before she dug her nails into his neck and dragged him down for a kiss which left his lips bitten with a vampire's haste of a carnal experiment.