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My Other Lover: Book 1
She’s Perfect
MONDAY, JUNE 20, 2016
MORNING
She was comfortably reclined, face-up, inside the bright white linen sheets, with her long blonde curly hair scattered all over the pillow, almost touching the classy gray headboard. Too lazy to wake up from her boyfriend’s white king-sized bed, she contemplated laying there for a few minutes longer. She was never much of an early riser to begin with.
Looking at her appearance, one would assume she was of biracial origin. Unaware of her model features, she lay there distracted by her thoughts. One would never guess the heavy burden she carried daily, and would naturally be under the assumption that all was right in her perfect little world. With her beautifully shaped oval face, light complexion, perfectly shaped thick eyebrows, tiny nose, full lips, and two very distinct beauty spots situated on her cheek and on her chin, she could easily be mistaken for a world renowned model. She was awake, but kept her eyes closed, whilst a series of thoughts raced through her mind. She felt a knot form in of the pit her stomach.
“Same old birthday,” she thought to herself. “My dad resents me, since I made the decision to live with a man, whom he didn’t approve of. Not only did I do it against his will, I also broke his stringent rules. The four years in which I have not been home, has taken its toll on me, and missing my family has caused me to become anxious and weary. Argh…why must I always feel this way?” she whispered, whilst closing her eyes.
Her name is Sizakele “Siza” Nkabinde, a twenty-five year old blonde, curly haired woman, from Athol Oaklands, Johannesburg. She is a Co-Director and Attorney, at Mellisizwe Attorneys & Associates, and a Co-Owner of HACI, an organisation she opened with her boyfriend, Menzi, to help disadvantaged learners, succeed in their studies.
So far, the business had received a lot of positive feedback from the media, and all over the world. Siza is the third and last daughter of three children to her mother, Olivia Luke, a white woman from England, and her father Zami Nkabinde, an extremely traditional Zulu man.
Siza opened her eyes and stared at the black accessorised chandelier, turned to her side to stare at the glass bedside lamp, sat up, and quickly jumped off the bed, as though she were having a bad dream. She ambled to her favourite spot in the house, the balcony, and stood there, whilst she eyed the beautiful upscale neighbourhood, covered by evergreen trees.
She was average in height, as she stood there rooted to the spot, deep in her thoughts. Her dear navy and gold coloured lingerie fitted her perfectly and accentuated her small, curvy body. She rested her elbows upon the black balcony rails, as if she were posing for a photo shoot, allowing her to expose her perfectly round rear end for show.
Siza had not been enjoying her past four birthdays, ever since the day a huge argument had erupted, between her and her dad. It was the day she had broken her father’s heart. She remembered it, as if it had happened yesterday. Goosebumps formed up and down her arms, as she recalled boldly standing up to her father, telling him that she would be moving in with Menzi, the man of her dreams. Each time she replayed the scene in her mind, it clutched at her heart strings and felt like a blow to her stomach. Instead of celebrating another year with the blessing of her family, she found herself wondering if they missed her and remembered her special day.
She closed her eyes and made a birthday wish. “Dear God, I ask that Menzi may become more and more like my father. I ask for him to be strong, loving, and forever faithful, to be a good father someday, and for my child to grow up without anger and arrogance, in its tiny little heart, Amen.” As she finished praying, she opened her eyes and stared into space.
She closed her eyes again and felt the breeze blowing across her face, whilst she listened to the sound of the leaves, rustling in the trees. There was nothing like the breath of fresh air she received from that balcony. It was her favourite thing to do every morning.
Menzi entered the bedroom, wearing only his black cotton pyjamas pants, with no shirt on. He did not expect to find Siza awake at that time, since she was not an early riser, especially if she was not attending work the next day.
Menzi Cameron Gama Junior was a thirty-two year old I.T specialist from Hatfield, Pretoria. He was a tall, handsome man, who sported a well-built physique. He preferred to keep his round head shaven, and bald. He had tiny eyes, a cute button nose, and a broad mouth, which was covered by a neatly shaven beard. He was dark skinned, and went by the description, “milk chocolate,” as women who fancied him, would describe him.
He was the owner and CEO, at his six year old company, G’bytes, which specialised in I.T and technological gadgets. He was the first son, and second born, of three children to his mother, Doctor Duduzani Gama, the ex wife of his Media Mogul father, Mr Cameron Menzi Gama Senior.
He was...
MONDAY, JUNE 20, 2016
MORNING
She was comfortably reclined, face-up, inside the bright white linen sheets, with her long blonde curly hair scattered all over the pillow, almost touching the classy gray headboard. Too lazy to wake up from her boyfriend’s white king-sized bed, she contemplated laying there for a few minutes longer. She was never much of an early riser to begin with.
Looking at her appearance, one would assume she was of biracial origin. Unaware of her model features, she lay there distracted by her thoughts. One would never guess the heavy burden she carried daily, and would naturally be under the assumption that all was right in her perfect little world. With her beautifully shaped oval face, light complexion, perfectly shaped thick eyebrows, tiny nose, full lips, and two very distinct beauty spots situated on her cheek and on her chin, she could easily be mistaken for a world renowned model. She was awake, but kept her eyes closed, whilst a series of thoughts raced through her mind. She felt a knot form in of the pit her stomach.
“Same old birthday,” she thought to herself. “My dad resents me, since I made the decision to live with a man, whom he didn’t approve of. Not only did I do it against his will, I also broke his stringent rules. The four years in which I have not been home, has taken its toll on me, and missing my family has caused me to become anxious and weary. Argh…why must I always feel this way?” she whispered, whilst closing her eyes.
Her name is Sizakele “Siza” Nkabinde, a twenty-five year old blonde, curly haired woman, from Athol Oaklands, Johannesburg. She is a Co-Director and Attorney, at Mellisizwe Attorneys & Associates, and a Co-Owner of HACI, an organisation she opened with her boyfriend, Menzi, to help disadvantaged learners, succeed in their studies.
So far, the business had received a lot of positive feedback from the media, and all over the world. Siza is the third and last daughter of three children to her mother, Olivia Luke, a white woman from England, and her father Zami Nkabinde, an extremely traditional Zulu man.
Siza opened her eyes and stared at the black accessorised chandelier, turned to her side to stare at the glass bedside lamp, sat up, and quickly jumped off the bed, as though she were having a bad dream. She ambled to her favourite spot in the house, the balcony, and stood there, whilst she eyed the beautiful upscale neighbourhood, covered by evergreen trees.
She was average in height, as she stood there rooted to the spot, deep in her thoughts. Her dear navy and gold coloured lingerie fitted her perfectly and accentuated her small, curvy body. She rested her elbows upon the black balcony rails, as if she were posing for a photo shoot, allowing her to expose her perfectly round rear end for show.
Siza had not been enjoying her past four birthdays, ever since the day a huge argument had erupted, between her and her dad. It was the day she had broken her father’s heart. She remembered it, as if it had happened yesterday. Goosebumps formed up and down her arms, as she recalled boldly standing up to her father, telling him that she would be moving in with Menzi, the man of her dreams. Each time she replayed the scene in her mind, it clutched at her heart strings and felt like a blow to her stomach. Instead of celebrating another year with the blessing of her family, she found herself wondering if they missed her and remembered her special day.
She closed her eyes and made a birthday wish. “Dear God, I ask that Menzi may become more and more like my father. I ask for him to be strong, loving, and forever faithful, to be a good father someday, and for my child to grow up without anger and arrogance, in its tiny little heart, Amen.” As she finished praying, she opened her eyes and stared into space.
She closed her eyes again and felt the breeze blowing across her face, whilst she listened to the sound of the leaves, rustling in the trees. There was nothing like the breath of fresh air she received from that balcony. It was her favourite thing to do every morning.
Menzi entered the bedroom, wearing only his black cotton pyjamas pants, with no shirt on. He did not expect to find Siza awake at that time, since she was not an early riser, especially if she was not attending work the next day.
Menzi Cameron Gama Junior was a thirty-two year old I.T specialist from Hatfield, Pretoria. He was a tall, handsome man, who sported a well-built physique. He preferred to keep his round head shaven, and bald. He had tiny eyes, a cute button nose, and a broad mouth, which was covered by a neatly shaven beard. He was dark skinned, and went by the description, “milk chocolate,” as women who fancied him, would describe him.
He was the owner and CEO, at his six year old company, G’bytes, which specialised in I.T and technological gadgets. He was the first son, and second born, of three children to his mother, Doctor Duduzani Gama, the ex wife of his Media Mogul father, Mr Cameron Menzi Gama Senior.
He was...
