Pedigree
Chapter 17

I didn’t want to come back home, I was having such a good time with VK and honestly this is all I needed after the stressful week that I had. We have just gotten to his place in New Kasama, it’s hard for me not to admire the house. I have met some wealthy people that have built really good looking houses but VK surpasses them by far.

‘After the divorce I had to move.’ He says coming behind me

He hands me a cup of coffee before kissing my neck.

I smile

‘I wasn’t going to fight for anything, I wanted Samara to get half of everything we owned but that family house was going to remain to her. I wanted that kids to always have somewhere to go to, I wanted them and their children to call somewhere home and it was going to be unfair for me to take that away from them.’

‘But don’t you think they would have still been visiting you if you took the house?’

‘They would, but Samara didn’t trust me. She thought I was going to end up marrying and the woman would do to the house everything she wouldn’t approve of, we wanted to leave it the same way it was during Vaughn’s and Ernest’s childhood.’

‘Good reasoning, but why haven’t you remarried all these years?’

He laughs

‘After Samara, I knew I was never going to meet anyone that would make me think of settling down again.’

I don’t know if I have the right but I feel a tug at my heart.

‘Do you mind me asking what really happened between you and her?’

‘It’s in the past, nothing that should concern your pretty self.’ He says kissing my cheek this time

I drink from my cup and move towards one of the walls, the doors are open and the evening breeze is blowing in making the curtains blow a little.

‘Why would you build a glass house though?’ I ask when I feel his hands on my waist

‘I always wanted one, and when I decided to build something for myself after the divorce I knew they were no two ways about it.’

‘I would be scared living in this house.’ I say before laughing

‘You eventually get used.’

I turn around and place my lips on his.

‘What are your plans for the week?’ I ask in between his lips

‘I have meetings back to back but at the rate at which we are moving I might be canceling most of them.’ He says giving my bum a little squeeze

‘That’s just sad.’

‘What did you have in mind?’

‘Was thinking of dinner one of these days, I could come over and cook for you.’

‘Let me confirm by the end of the day tomorrow.’

‘Sure.’ I respond walking over to the table so that I put the cup down, 'It is getting late and I don’t want to get home really late. It would be nice to wake up early in readiness for the day.’ I tell him

He looks at me like he has more to say but then doesn’t say it.

He excused himself and goes to the bedroom to get into comfortable clothes, a few minutes back he comes back.

‘Ready to go.’ He tells me

We walk out of the house together but even as we are going I feel a tag at my heart because this week will probably be very busy for the both of us and we will not spend enough time together, I have become so used to seeing him like this.

We get into the car and he starts it, usually he drives us unlike when he is alone and his driver does the driving.

We are both quiet, I don’t have the energy to talk anymore. I am not sure if it is something he has on me or I am just becoming too attached that this whole thing is getting to me.

When we get to my house he parks just next to my car.

‘Thank you for the weekend, I guess I will see you when you are free.’ I say swallowing the lump on my throat

He looks at me, really looking at me.

‘Is there something you want us to talk about?’

I shake my head, feeling tears build up, I can’t even understand what is happening to me.

‘You do know I wont allow you to go inside in this state right?’

‘I am fine.’ I lie

‘Tell me something else because it’s disrespectful to look me in the eye and think you can get away with lies, by now you should know that I know you.’

‘VK it is late, I need to get some rest. Let us talk tomorrow.’

He chuckles, unbuckles and opens his door.

‘And?’

‘We will go in there, you will sleep and wake up next to me. There is no way I am allowing you to go to bed with a heavy heart, you have something bugging you, we will talk about it.’

‘VK please.’ I beg but he just comes out of the car, gets my bags from behind and walks towards my house. Defeated I follow him and open the door, when he has entered I close it.

After removing my shoes I sit on the couch, he sits right opposite me and starts waiting for me to speak.

‘By now how we feel about each other is evident.’ I begin

‘Both you and I don’t date for fun and at this point we need to both state where we are going before it gets messy.’

He sighs deeply, his eyes not once leaving me.

‘Kasweka let me tell you what I want; I want you to be fine, I want you to be totally ready mentally and emotionally before we can name what we have, I am avoiding putting a name to this because names just make you feel like I am entitled to you. I want you to be fully prepared before we can go any further.’

‘And you think us having sex is not messy? Or is that what this is?’

Silence

‘This is just about sex yes?’

Silence again and then the tears I have been pushing back decide to fall this very minute.

He moves close to where I am and hands me a hankie before kissing my forehead.

‘You know too well that it’s not about the sex, I will give you time to put yourself together so that we have a raw conversation. But don’t you think that this time I am giving you is for you to forget about me, because I am not going anywhere.’

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