CHAPTER 37

PHAKAMILE GCABASHE

I got a message from an unknown number, getting into it. I found a picture of the very same car Keamogetswe got in with a text "I know she's your wife and I'm after her." I chuckled going through my gallery where my guys sent me a picture of his dying mother at the hospital bed and sent it to him "Paying her a visit wouldn't be a bad thing."

If Craig thinks I'm scared of him, he better think again. I gulped down my whiskey, thinking of yesterday's scenes. Her hands running on my back, her nails digging my back whilst screaming out my name, her legs tightening my waist, her legs shaking from pleasure, her loud moans as I pumped into her hard. Fück! her lips on mine as I made love to her so slow.