I walked into my study and sat down, my mind kept drifting to Melokuhle never have I ever been so scared in my entire life.

Watching her struggle to breath was what made me to be scared or maybe was it having to watch me lose her that made me to be so nervous, there was something about her that caught my attention.

Seeing her around the house made me to be over cautious like I am walking in eggshells in my own house.

Funny enough I enjoyed having her presence around and I knew what Lizzie would have said and no I am not gaining any liking towards Melokuhle, she’s my hostage and liking her was out of the window.

I was sure that as soon as her father paid off his debt I will have no reason not to let her leave.

Although it is refreshing to have another human being in this house other than Lizzie.

My mind trailed off to the night of the ballroom dance, how that dress held her body and showed off her slim body, that was the only time I had been close to her, close enough to smell her fear but mostly her arousal, she was aroused and I was sure about it, that night had been playing on my mind ever since.

And tonight when she had that skimpy short on and that tight t-shirt that she called pyjamas made me to almost lose my mind, I wished I could have brought her closer to to me.

I shook my head. No.

It can’t be, I can’t be feeling like this about her, I have rejected a lot of girls and why had it to be her that had to gain my interest.

I went and poured myself whiskey and gulped in one go, no it can never happen I thought to myself.

Why had it to be her? And that is when I realised fuck, I’m screwed.