Amile The Queen

Chapter Three

***Amile Gumede***

A chillers that was supposed to be for the three of us has turned into a room party. Siya came and he came with his friends, and some of their girlfriends. He’s trying to suck up to me, and he was disappointed to learn that I didn’t use his card, but I didn’t use any of the money I had today. If it wasn’t for that man that is giving me chest pains paying the bill today, I would’ve maxed out his card.
“Amile, can we talk.” He whispered in my ear. There’s music playing and they are turning up in here as if it’s their mother’s place. I hope we don’t get kicked out.
“Let’s go.” I stood up and we went to the other room connected to this one. This is where I’m going to be sleeping. There’s only one bed. The other room where we are chilling has two beds and that’s what Nambitha and Yonela are going to share.
“Why didn’t you use the credit card?” he asked.
“I didn’t need it.” I certainly won’t tell him that another man, a stranger settled our bill.
“I know you’re still mad at me, but I’m sorry. I don’t know what I have to do for you to forgive me.” I sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed.
“I’m not mad Siya, I’m hurt. I’m hurt that you didn’t talk to me. you made up your mind about my reaction even before I had a chance to think about it.” He rubbed his forehead.
“I’m sorry. I did the one thing I promised you I would never do, and that is hurt you. I’m really sorry Amile.” I sighed.
“Come here.” I opened my arms for him, and his tall self came to me, and I gave him a hug.
“I love you. You have never given me a reason to doubt you in this relationship, you have made me happy. I’m short of nothing and I won’t let you go just because of a stupid mistake. You just have to promise me it won’t ever happen again.” I said brushing his hair.
“I promise you shortie, it won’t happen again.” I cringed at the name shortie. I don’t necessarily like it, but what can I do? The skrr skrr lives in him.
He cupped my face and kissed me gently. His hands travelled down to my pajama bottom and his hands sneaked in. I tensed up, but he stroked the small of my back before laying me down on the bed. He gave me a gentle look after breaking the kiss. He was asking for permission to go down on me and hesitantly, I agreed.
He helped me take my pants off along with my underwear and he started brushing my newly shaved mound. I wasn’t wet yet, so he traced his hand down my skittles and played with it a little, earning himself a moan from my mouth. He raised my legs to his shoulders and his mouth made contact with my other lips. I faked a moan and tightly squeezed my nipple under my top, to try and arouse myself. I just wasn’t feeling it, but I will tolerate it because I love him.
After a while, he came up to my face and started kissing me. I could feel his front poking on my naval. Now I know it’s my turn. He gave me room to sit up and I took off my top, got on my knees and made him sit on the bed. I helped him pull down his jeans and his mister sprung out. After doing a sloppy job the first time, I have come a long way, and I have finally mastered the art of giving head. Not that I enjoy it, no, it’s unpleasant to say the least, but yet again, I tolerate it because I love him. I plopped it in my mouth and started swirling it in my mouth. He screamed like a little girl, he used his hand to grip on my braids as I went faster and faster. I felt like a prostitute, especially when he nutted on my boobs. Must be nice being a man. I’ve never had an orgasm.
“Thank you shortie.” He said catching his breath. I hate the smell of semen, so I stood and went to the bathroom and wash my mouth.
When I came back to the room, he was already dressed.
“I’m going back, are you coming?” he asked looking at my naked body.
“You can go so long.” He nodded and walked out.
I plopped myself on the bed and looked at my phone next to the bed. I took it and laid on my back. I opened the text from Nkosi and stared at it for a good minute. I don’t know how I feel about it. Am I going to breakfast? Should I?
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I barely slept. Other than the people in the next room making noise, I kept having dreams of the breakfast date with Nkosi. My brain kept creating weird scenarios of how it would play out and that kept my mind half awake. I also had a dream of a man, a man I don’t know, a man I have never met. He was sitting on a throne like chair, and he looked mad at me. I even went as far as going to kneel in front of him to beg for forgiveness, but he didn’t budge. Who is this man, and why was I begging for forgiveness from him?
It's six in the morning and I have no sleep left in my body. I went to the bathroom and sat on the cold toilet seat trying to pee, but nothing was coming out. I was distracted, I was having an out of body experience. My phone started vibrating on my thigh and I almost had a heart attack from the fright. I looked at it and it was unsaved number. My heart rate increased.
“Nkosazane, good morning.” He still had a sleepy voice and it sounded so sexy.
“Hi Nkosi.” He gave a deep throat chuckle.
“Did I wake you MaGumede?” he asked.
“No, not at all, I’m up.” I said softly. Silence passed between us for a few moments, and after a while, I heard him release a shaky breath.
“I didn’t sleep all night, I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t get you out of my mind nkosazane.” He exhaled again. I kept quiet.
“Are you still there.” You can tell that he is nervous. I’m making a grown man nervous.
“I’m here Ndabezitha.” I don’t know where I got the guts to say that, but I could hear his unsteady breaths over the phone.
“Angilalanga MaGumede.” He said lowly.
“Nami ngokunjalo.” Someone kick me. What am I doing?
“I need to see you again. Please allow me to see you again.” He begged.
“You promised me breakfast this morning.” Why am I not in control of my mouth? I’m having verbal diarrhea so early in the morning.
“Send me your location, I’ll come pick you up.” I breathed out.
“Okay.” I said.
“I’ll call you later okay.” I nodded as if he can see me.
“Okay.”
“Bye.” He said.
“Bye.”
I heard him breathing out loudly before the call cut. I almost threw my phone on the other side of the room in frustration. What was that? Ndabezitha? Fucking Ndabezitha!? That’s not me.
I got off the toilet seat without peeing. My legs were cramping from the comfortability of the toilet seat. I went back to bed and started my search. I googled Prince Mandlenkosi Zulu and there was no single picture of him. There were only pictures of the King, his wife and Prince Dumisani and Khethukuthula. Nambitha was right. I searched for him on Instagram and on Facebook, nothing. The prince is super private. It can’t be him, now I know.
I searched for Nkosi Zulu all over social media, I even went as far as going on LinkedIn and they all weren’t the man with the dimple and slanted eyes I met yesterday. What kind of fuckery is this? I downloaded Trucaller and I entered his number. It just had Nkosi Zulu, nothing to work with, not even a second name. Maybe he’s a ghost.
After giving up, I sent him my location via SMS, and he replied with a simple thank you. He didn’t tell me what time I must get ready. I set an alarm for seven thirty and I got under the covers and dozed off.
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He opened my legs gently and came on top of me. I shook my head no but he instead stroked my cheek.
“This is for you.” I’m aroused, I can feel it.
I want him to be on top of me like this, I want him to touch me like this. I love him, but this is my most prized possession, it’s my gem. I have to keep it safe for as long as I can, so my mother can be proud of me.
“I’m not going to hurt you. I love you; you are mine.” I felt something slip into me and I something wobbling inside my stomach.
It felt so good, I couldn’t feel any pain, not like they have said you should. I tried to hold on to him so he could go deeper, I wanted more of this feeling, it felt amazing, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t hold him
“My Queen.” He whispered into my ear before he fell on top of me. It stopped.
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I shot my eyes open, and I felt my panties soak. I got out of bed alarmed and ran to the bathroom. I took off my pants and sat on the toilet seat trying to pee, but nothing came out. I was drenched in sweat and my heart was racing. I touched my coochie and it was soaking wet, I was dripping. I can still feel something moving inside my core, and my skittles is throbbing. Did I just have a wet dream for a man I don’t know?
If I was a cry baby, I would be bawling my eyes out. I’ve heard too many stories about spiritual husbands and all those other things about animals, and this could easily be it. It’s the same man I was kneeling in front of in that other dream, asking for forgiveness from.
I heard my alarm going off in the room and I got off the toilet seat, washed my hands and went to switch it off. I don’t feel like going out anymore, but I don’t want to disappoint him by standing him up. The winter sun is out and it’s a good day to have breakfast maybe by the beach. Plus, I have a headache now, I need proper food.
I climbed in the shower and made sure to clean myself up properly. I felt sticky, imagine sweating in the cold. I hate nightmares. My coochie is still soaked and slippery. I ignored it and finished my shower. I felt a little better when I was done and I headed back to the bedroom to make my bed. I know there are people who do this, but the lady in me can’t leave the place looking like this. I put on my robe on top of my naked body and went into the other room to check on the girls.
I fear the hangover they will have today, they drank like fishes last night and they slept late on top of that.
“Nambitha.” I shook her. She groaned. “Wake up.”
“Ayi Amile go away.” She shooed me away.
“I’m going out for breakfast with Nkosi. Check out is at ten by the way so you guys have to wake up.” She ignored me.
“Nambitha.” I shook her again.
“I heard you, hamba lana, I’m trying to sleep.” I chuckled and walked out the room.
I checked my phone and there was a text from Nkosi.
“Five minutes away Nkosazane.”  Well damn, I need to make haste.
I pulled my bag from the floor and took out a pair of blue jeans. I also had a black vest with me, and I paired that with white sneakers and a bomber jacket. No make-up today, I want him to see the real me, maybe he’ll realized how young I am and run away. Not that I want him to.
Essence lip gloss finished my look, and I had my braids tied up in a high ponytail. As I was gathering my bags, my phone rang, and it was him.
“Nkosazane, I’m outside.” He sounded more awake now, livelier.
“Okay, I’m on my way.”
I had everything packed and I was to be taking my whole bag. I’m going to call an Uber from where we are going and it’s going to take me straight home. I walked past the girls, and they were both dead sleeping.
“Guys, I’m gone. I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” They better recover today because tomorrow we have school.
They didn’t say anything so I just left my room key on the table and walked out. Bazozibona, I’m gone.
I walked out the lobby and there was a charcoal grey Mercedes GLE parked with their hazard lights on. This possibly can’t be him. I stood there looking around. Not long after, my phone rang, it was him.
“Why are you standing there?” he said laughing.
“I can’t see you.” I said looking around, ignoring the Mercedes.
The car made a honk and I almost fainted.
“Can you see me now?” he asked again.
“I’m coming.” He was laughing.
I dropped the call and walked towards the car. When I got closer, I saw the license plate and it was written ‘Zulu,’ it’s really his. I expected him to climb out and open the door for me, but he chilled in the car like a king. I opened the door to the front seat, and I was welcomed by cold air laced with the smell of his cologne. He flashed me a smile as I climbed in.
“MaGumede.” Does he have any idea what that does to me?
“Hi Nkosi.” He chuckled.
“What happened to Ndabezitha?” I rolled my eyes and placed my bags in the back. It is the first time I’ve never climbed in such a fancy car; I feel out of place.
I turned my head, and he was staring at me with a smile on his face.
“What?” I asked shrugging my shoulders.
“Umuhle.” I blushed and looked down.
“Thank you.” He chuckled again before starting the car.
He was playing trap music along the way, and he looked so effortless in the way he was handling that steering wheel. He kept glancing at me every now and then with a smile on his face and then he would turn to the front quick enough. Today he was wearing a wristwatch, it looked bloody expensive. He also had traditional beads on the same wrist and they were colorful, they looked beautiful. Ucu lwentombi if I’m not mistaken.
“Did you enjoy your birthday?” his one hand was gripping on the steering wheel and the other one on his thigh. Sexy!
“Yes, I did. You didn’t have to pay the bill.” I say.
“Why don’t you just say thank you?” I looked at him and he still had a smile. I rolled my eyes.
“Thank you Ndabezitha.”
“You are welcome MaGumede.” Butterflies!
We are heading towards Durban North, and I can’t help but wonder where we are going. I can hear him rapping here and there, he’s bopping his head to the music, tapping the steering wheel. He looks like a happy soul.
“Are you this quiet?” he asked looking at me.
“Yeah, I guess.” He laughed.
“Noma usaba mina?” I laughed.
“I’m not afraid of anyone. I just have nothing so say.”
“Okay, what type of music do you listen to?” he asked taking out his phone.
The latest iPhone for your information. It is no secret to me that this man is loaded.
“Pop and Rnb.” He handed me his phone.
“Here, play your music.” I carefully took it and started searching for my favorite song.
I like Sabrina Claudio, I like YEBBA, I like Ariana Grande. I know all these people make different genres of music, but I love them, nonetheless. I played Distance by YEBBA. He stole a glimpse of me then looked back at the road. I hummed the tune lowly, just so he couldn’t hear me. He kept looking at me, and every time he did, I kept quiet. At long last, he caught me off guard.
“You can sing?” I blushed and looked down.
“Just a little.”
“You must sing for me one day.” He said as he parked in the basement of the apartment we were at.
He switched off the car and I handed him his phone.
“Please hold it for me.” he said and opened his door.
He climbed out, came to my side and opened the door for me. I felt special.
“Thank you.” I climbed out and he closed it behind me.
He opened the backseat and took out my bag along with my purse. He carried them for me, and he led me to the elevator.
We rode in silence and when the elevator stopped, it opened up to a loft like apartment, so spacious, so beautiful. The high walls and ceilings and nude décor around the house made it look cool. It was fairly cold in here though, the aircon was on, and all the windows were open.
“It’s so cold in here.” I said holding my jacket closer to my skin.
“I’ll close the windows.” I was expecting him to say he’ll switch off the aircon. It’s as cold as a mortuary in here.
“Please make yourself comfortable.” He led me to the lounge, and I sat on the couch.
I’d like to think he likes cool places, even in the car, he had the aircon on the whole way. It was a bit bearable in the car, but not in the house, especially such an open house. It’s freezing cold in here.
Did I mention that we are in matching outfits? Yes, unplanned matching outfits. He’s wearing blue jeans, a black golf t-shirt and white sneakers, just like me. the way the t-shirt hugs his arms makes me wish I was the t-shirt, holding on to his skin for the whole day.
“Are you still cold.” He said descending the stairs.
“Yes.” I said looking up at him.
“But I’ve closed all the windows.” He walked closer to me.
“You have the aircon on.” He chuckled and held my hands. His were warm, mine were cold.
“You’ll be warm soon enough. Can I get a hug?” I looked at him in the eyes, those sexy slanted eyes and I melted.
I walked into his embrace and his arms tightly wrapped around my small figure. I felt at peace when I laid on his firm chest. His heartbeat was loud against my ear, but it was soothing. He smells amazing too. I don’t think I’ve ever been in the presence of a man as perfect as this one.
“I have a confession.” He said resting his chin on the top of my head, still holding me tightly against his body.
“I haven’t made any breakfast. My chef didn’t come.” I sighed out loud.
“We can make it together then.” I bargained.
“Thank you MaGumede.” I didn’t want to let go, but I had to.
“Okay, show me around kitchen mister, what do you have.” I pulled him towards the kitchen.
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“So how long do I have before I take you home?” he asked watching me plate the breakfast.
The one I made all by myself. He was of no help; he was sitting there watching me. All he was useful for was fetching ingredients I needed. I can say with a mouthful that he is spoiled.
“I have school tomorrow.” I said, but quickly bit my tongue. I haven’t told him how old I am yet. I’m so glad I have my back to him.
“School?” I cleared my throat and turned to him.
“Class I mean. I’m attending tomorrow.” What a lie. He jumped off the counter and came to me.
“What are you studying?” fuck!
“Physiotherapy, second year.” Why can’t I stop!?
“That’s amazing. This looks delicious.” He looks at the plate of food, and I internally sigh in relief. Thank God he dropped the subject.
“Let’s go sit down.” I said carrying his plate and mine.
He was right when he said I would warm up quickly, I took off my bomber and I’m left in my vest.
“Did you realize we are in matching outfits.” He said walking behind me with the sauces.
“You copied me.” I can fully say that I am starting to get comfortable with him. I don’t know why it’s so easy.
He sat down next to me and I put his plate on the table. I held his hand and I prayed. When I opened my eyes, he was staring at me.
“Why didn’t you say amen?” I asked giving him a smirk.
“No one has ever prayed for me before.” His eyes softened up.
“I wasn’t praying for you; I was praying for the food.” He caught the joke and laughed.
“Thank you MaGumede omuhle.” Blushing!
“Eat your food Ndabezitha.”
He picked up his fork and dug in. He seemed to be enjoying it because he was eating faster than I can pronounce the word eat.
“You’re good at this.” He said in between chews.
“Thank you, I try.” My phone vibrated in my back pocket, and I took it out.
“Can I please take this.”
“Yeah, sure.” I stood up and stood a bit further than where we were.
“Hello mommy.” I answered.
“Hi my angel, how are you?”
“I’m good, how are you?”
“I’m okay, just tired. When are you coming back?” I looked over at Nkosi and he was stuffing his face.
“I’m having breakfast, checkout is at ten. I’ll probably come back at twelve. We want to do some shopping at the mall.” I lied again for the second time today. God will have to forgive me.
“Oh okay. I’ll fetch Siviwe later then. Ngisalala ke mina. I just came back from work.” she said yawning.
“Get some rest my queen. I’ll see you later.”
“Bye baby, I love you.” She said.
“I love you too mama.” I hung and slipped it back in my pocket. When I got back to the lounge, his plate was clean.
“You couldn’t even wait for me to come back?” I teased.
“I could eat your plate too.” I shook my head and continued eating.
“That was my mom, she’s asking me when I’m coming back home.” I reported.
“And what did you say?” he smirked.
“I said I’m going shopping with my friends.” He laughed.
“I’ll throw in a favor at Gateway, and we’ll go buy a few things.” He said packing up his dirty dishes, taking them to the kitchen. I don’t know what he means by throwing in favors. I guess I just have to wait and see.
I stood up and followed him to the kitchen with my plate. He had dumped his dishes in the sink and was busy on his phone. I cleared them and the sink so I can wash them.
“No, leave them.” He looked up at me.
“I don’t mind.” I said.
“Cha, the cleaning lady is coming in later today, leave it.” He slid his phone in his back pocket and pulled me closer again.
“Can I get another hug?” I love how polite he is, how mindful he is of how I feel. Such a gentleman.
I stepped into his frame, and he tightly held me. His chin rested on my head.
“Thank you for the breakfast, and for the wonderful company.” I smiled.
“You are welcome.”
We stayed like that for a moment. I felt safe. Safer than I have ever felt.