The Unforseen

9

Michael's P.O.V

"How could you do this to me?" Sizani said, trying to rub the hickey off her neck.

She was looking at it through the vanity mirror.

"I was just making my point clear." I said.

"Oh! really?" She turned around and looked at me, "And what point is that?"

"That you are taken." I said, "I don't want peeps thinking they have a chance with you."

"And what if they do?" She said while folding up her arms.

"Sizani, don't play with me." I said while frowning.

Sizani just ignored me and went back to what she was doing.

She grabbed a concealer from her makeup kit and began applying it on her neck.

"I'm serious." I gave her a stern look.

"Do I look like I'm playing?" She looked at me through the mirror.

I walked over to her and rubbed off the concealer.

"I guess this is staying then." I said, referring to the hickey.

"Fine." She dropped her brush on the table and looked at me, "They don't stand a chance with me."

"Good, now we're talking." I gave her a kiss and left the room.

I went downstairs and began making breakfast.

***

Food was all laid out on the table. It looked like we were about to have a mini feast.

Anything for my lady.

"Ooh..." She said as she stepped into the dining room.

This woman's beauty never ceases to amaze me.

"You're looking mighty fine." I said to her.

"Thank you." She said with a smile.

Sizani pulled out the chair and took a seat.

"Uhm... I was wondering if I could borrow your car." I said as she dished our food.

"You need it today?" .

"Yep," I said to her, "I can drop you off at work and then later pick you up."

"Okay, that's fine." She said.

"Thank you, baby." I gave her a peck on the lips.

We both bowed down our heads and prayed for the food.

Once we had given our thanks to God, we ate up our food.

♤♤♤

Third Person's P.O.V

"Thanks for helping me out." Michael said.

He placed the shopping bags on top of the kitchen counter.

"It's no problem at all." Nandi said

Nandi was helping him plan and organize a surprise dinner date for Sizani.

"Do you know how to cook?" Nandi asked.

"Yep," He said, "Cooking is my thing."

"I sure hope so." Nandi said as she was taking out the groceries.

"Trust me on this." He took out the pots from one of the kitchen cabinets.

As Michael began cooking, Nandi helped him with the romantic setup.