Hidden Pleasure
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Chapter 4 Four

IMANI POV

When I got off work, I decided to go shopping because most of my groceries were finished. I was almost done when my phone rang, and picking it up, I saw that it was my best friend Ava who was calling me.

"Babe, I'm not at home," I said, as I placed my phone against my ear.

"Oh, come on, come and cook one of those mouthwatering dishes of yours; I'm craving them badly," Ava muttered, and I sighed.

"I just said I'm not at home," I replied, trying to stifle a laugh.

"Well, it's obvious you're lying. I know your schedule; I'm sure you've left work about 30 minutes ago," she teased. Caught, I opened and closed my mouth like a fish, glancing at the grocery bags I had just bought.

"Fine, you got me," I admitted, and she laughed. "I have known you since preschool; don't mess with my intelligence," she playfully scolded.

"Miss Ava Martins, I'm going to warn you: stay away from my kitchen, be a wife material for once, and cook in your house," I joked.

"You got me there, young lady, but that's not going to stop me from eating at your place tonight. I need to taste whatever you plan on cooking," she declared.

"Is it South African Jollof or those delicious meatballs?" she asked eagerly. "C'mon, what's on the menu? I'm starving," she continued.

"Yes, that is what I'm craving for ," I answered, and she squealed with excitement.

"See why I love you, my girl? If I were a man, I'd marry you with my eyes closed. I'm in love with you, my baby," she said, and I rubbed my forehead in frustration. Knowing Ava, she was definitely spending the night over here.

"See you in a bit," she said before hanging up the call.

I drove into the estate where I live, an affordable place with what seemed like nice neighbours. Nana, the old lady next door, greeted me with the usual curiosity about my love life.

Once in my apartment, I dropped my bags in the living room and headed to the kitchen. Ava was right; I needed to start cooking, and soon she'd be here.

I opened my freezer to get a bottle of water, which I drank. I'm so freaking tired. I sighed softly as I walked towards my room to freshen up.

My room is painted in a combination of white and royal blue, my favorite color. Pictures of me during graduation with Ava and my family filled the opposite side of the wall. I have a closet with my dressing mirror, a window at the other end, and a shelf where I keep my books, and yeah, I love to read.

My laptop and working pad were placed on the table. My eyes moved to the clock, and I sighed. Ava will be here any moment from now, and I've not even started cooking.

I pulled off the dress I was putting on, which is a shirt and skirt. I walked into the bathroom to freshen up. As the water moved down my body, my mind went back to everything that had happened today.

This marriage thing was starting to get on my nerves, and the fact that I have a date this weekend wasn't even helping matters at all. I changed into a pink pair of loose pants and a shirt.

Wearing my white fluffy room slippers, I tied my hair in a pony while staring at myself in the mirror.

"Hey Ima," Ava waved at me, and I froze as she sat in my sitting room, scrolling through various channels while munching on an apple. I'm pretty sure she stole that from my kitchen.

"Seriously, you're the reason people no longer tell their friends to feel at home," I said with both hands on my waist.

"Oh, please, Lerato, I have a spare key to your apartment, chill, or have you forgotten?" she said, waving them to my face.

"Yeahh, I think I'm having second thoughts about that," I said, and she pointed her long nails in my direction.

"Take that back, woman," she said, and I chuckled.

"I got you fruits and ice cream to stock your fridge. By the way, say thank you because your single ass has no one to get them for you," she said, and I rolled my eyes.

I was done cooking after 2 hours and brought the food to the dinner table. "Yum, yum, it smells so nice," she commented as I served the food. We enjoyed dinner, discussing random topics and laughing about past experiences. The conversation eventually led to my upcoming date, and I couldn't help but feel sad.

"That's so sad, babe. Daddy doesn't give a damn about what I do, though. I don't know if the case would be different if I actually had a mom," Ava shared, and I comforted her, assuring her that her mother likely missed her too.

"So...?" she trailed off, raising her eyebrows. I hesitated before admitting, "Mom wants me to go on a date with one of her friend's sons."

Ava chuckled, remembering the awkward questions from a previous date. "Hopefully, this guy doesn't ask you your body count like the previous one," she remarked, and I winced at the thought of the memory.

"Dinner with Ava was amazing; we talked about random things, and she ended up sleeping over at my place before going to her house in the morning."

"Love... is a beautiful thing," my alarm sang the next morning, and I groaned, realizing I overslept. Rushing through my morning routine, I dressed quickly, got into my car, and drove towards the office, making a mental note to stop by Starbucks. I need coffee and some snacks because I'm starving. When I got to Starbucks, I stopped and gasped at the line.

This is not happening. I moved towards the line, and the friendly worker waved at me.

"Hey, Miss Ima," he greeted.

"As usual?" he asked, and I nodded. He then handed me the coffee and snack bag.

"Oh, thanks, Johan. You're a lifesaver. I really appreciate it," I said over and over again as I rushed out after paying for my order. I breathed out in relief as I got into the building.

"You're late, baby girl," Mrs. Emily said, and my cheeks heated in embarrassment as my eyes went around the number of people that had reported to work earlier.

"I'm never late, it's like I already started my day on the wrong foot," I muttered under my breath

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I rushed towards the elevator, then typed my floor number. I checked my watch while walking out, and I gasped in shock, only to collide with an unexpected obstacle.

"Sh!t!" I heard a voice, and my heart beat rapidly. I opened my eyes to see coffee stains on an expensive white dress shirt. It was him, my boss.

            
            

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