VALENTIA'S POV I have to say, I was pretty much surprised to hear Sandra Buckle on the phone and that she's a journalist. My heart skipped a bit as she explained to Olwethu what was going on. The poor girl looked like she's seen a ghost.. I mean she might as well, she was talking to a ghost. My mind raced to what almost happened if that phone had not rang. We probably would have kissed because no one seemed to want to stop.. but I felt bad. I mean I was going through personal shit and this was just worse to add her on."Sandra? Is this some kind of a sick joke?" Olwethu asked on the phone taking me away from my thoughts and Sandra responded, 'you can call any of the media houses or start with the venue.. like what's up? The launch is supposed to be on Sunday.. check before people actually cancel..' Olwethu hung up and looked at me. "Valentia what's going on? Did we change plans..?"I shook my head, "no we didn't.."She was shaking a bit, probably freaked out. I understood, this w
OLWETHU'S POVI was honestly panicking but after I told Susan and Precious what was up they told me to calm down... Susan promised to actually help me find out who it was ... "Just take it easy and sleep.. all will be good, in between my work I promise I'll find out who this bitch or sun of a bitch is..." I hugged her. I honestly was going to be lost without them. They were my life.. my sisters from other mothers.. Talking about mothers, mom and Lizzie were coming tomorrow to join me on the event. And I was pretty excited. I went to bed still a tiny bit worried. Hoping that tomorrow will guarantee that Sunday will be a bliss. .Saturday came and I fetched my family and took them to our apartment. I was so worried about tomorrow. I felt like calling Vee to ask what's up but I waited impatiently. She was going to call me...The day went pretty slow.. Lizzie tried keeping my mind busy by telling me shit about her school and how Theo was now old and crushing on her. It was cute and f
VALENTIA'S POV Like, did you ever find yourself in a position where you kinda felt lost and everything almost seemed to be foreign... Seeing Zai now and reflecting on everything that we've been through since I was 18 was just fucking me up. It had me ask myself if I even knew her or if this, what I was seeing now was the real her.I'm not talking about a couple of months or days.. I'm talking about years. We practically grew up together and started fucking in our teens. I thought I knew her.. I thought I honestly did. This is to show that the duration you spend with someone don't really determine how much you know them. It's how true they decide to be around you that does.But I couldn't go back.. This divorce was happening no matter how many tears she showed and how many times she apologized. Oprah once said, 'when somebody shows you who they really are... believe them..' and this right now I believed. I hated how much time I've wasted.. these past four years trying to build what
OLWETHU'S POVAfter reading Vee's message of us having to talk I kinda panicked a bit. I was scared.. not necessarily scared but nervous. What were we going to say..? That we should stop kissing and it was a mistake? Shit! That freaked me out a bit. I down low didn't want it to be a mistake.. I knew it was wrong but... I was fucked.. literally fucked. I mean the first kiss was to shut me up.. and we got stopped before it could escalate.. but the second one. God! That was everything I needed in the past four years and more. How I felt, how her touching me felt so familiar like we never stopped. I was in deep ish because she was slowly breaking down my walls and making me weak for her again. Scary as fuck.... but I guess us talking about it and addressing it was ideal. "Umh... what's wrong with you? You look like shit..." Susan said walking in. My phone was still in my hand and the message from Vee was open still. I looked at my friend, "nothing I'm good." "Really.. let me see your
She continued slowly moving her tongie in my ear making my body shiver a bit as I involuntarily started to grind on her a bit since I was getting fucken turned on...My body was failing me. Even if I wanted her to stop it just couldn't happen, not when I was yearning for her touch like this. She moved her hands to my back and before I could register what was up, she had my bra unclasped. I pulled away, "Vee...." She smiled, "what?" I looked at my chest, "you just unclasp my bra.." She took it off of me without removing my blouse and then she looked at my chest. I smiled, "I shouldn't have worn that bra, I should have just fetched you like this." "Mhm..." she laughed, "I was going to murder you..." "Oh really?" She cupped my breasts and pushed me backwards, making sure it's slowly and towards my bed, "yes really." I rolled my eyes and she pulled the blouse off. Leaving me naked above and with skinny jeans under. She climbled on me, putting her left thigh in between my thighs an
I could feel my heart beat on my chest slowly. I listened to it silently as the quietness of the room consumed me. I just had sex with Valentia. I just told her I love her. How could I be so stupid. She was married. God! "Hey... you good...?" I nodded slowly not even caring to look at her, "yeah.. I'm good.""Did you guys talk?" I didn't respond. "God.. did you talk or did you have sex..? please tell me you didn't have sex with Valentia Olwethu...!" Paige said and I got up into a sitting position then looked at the girl, "what? Where were you?" She shrugged, "I figured you'd need some privacy and left immediately when you guys got into your room.. what happened..?" I sighed in relief. Ahh.. she didn't hear anyone moaning. "I.. we..." "You had sex?" She said now sounding shook. I sighed in defeat, there was no need for me to actually lie, "I couldn't stop her.. we couldn't stop.." "Why did you start in the first place? God Olwethu Valentia is married...!" I couldn't hel
You know this took me back to the 3rd week when Vee was in Egypt... that weekend I visited my mom and we had thee most serious talk ever. Like ever. So my mom is a very closeted person, no she's not gay.. she's just not an open book 😂😂😏😉. I don't know how to describe her, but I've grown to learn that she doesnt like meddling in someone's business unless she's really concerned. And she likes keeping staff to herself.During that visit she sat me down after diner and told me we had to talk. I was surprised and worried hence I said she didn't talk a lot about shit. So I knew this must be really serious, at some point I thought she was going to tell me that my step father died. He hasn't sent a letter in three months. But to my surprise when I sat down.. She asked about Valentia... "What?" "How is she?" She asked and I shrugged because I was caught off guard, "She's okay I think mom..." "And things between you guys.. and you know what I mean by that." I sighed, "they are as the
You know what's awful, feeling like you don't exist in someone's life.. no, not just someone random, someone who means the world to you, someone you'd turn tables for, cross crocodile river for (if that exists).. it is the most shittiest feeling to feel like someone you love is treating you like you don't matter one bit. This was a norm now, two weeks after the lash out in my office and Valentia went stone cold on me. Work... We were great, amazing infact and we met a few times to discuss the up coming book and even met with the author to discuss a way forward. The only thing that was left was me editing the book.... I did slowly.. my mind and heart were not on it because Valentia and I were not in good terms.. we only talked where there is a crowd of people and when it was about work or when necessary, like the last time she walked into the kitchen and I was making tea, she said hi, did whatever she wanted and then left. That cut deep..way way deep. I know what I said to her was