Me: Guys I don't know about this dress, can't I just try another one?

I eyed one of Sino's dress in my hands, it was an off shoulder white pencil dress.

Me: I look like I'm going to a business meeting or wedding.

Mbali and Sino grimaced and rummaged through Sino's dresses that she bought also Mbali's dresses she doesn't wear anymore.

Mbali: Girl, I'm just gonna ignore that you declined a black card so you can buy a dress and help you out with make up.

Me: I don't want him to buy me a dress at our first date, that man has already bought me enough clothes.

Sino: Ohh try this one!

Cue, jaw drop! It was beautiful, it was a red thin strapped, long and body hugging dress. It had a slit on my right thigh, a very long slit might I add, all the way from my mid thigh. The back of the dress was exposed, the fabric fall slightly on my waist.

Mbali: That's the one!

Me: Omg you guys, this is perfect.

I brought the dress to my chest to fit it. My head whipped to the clock, shit shit shit.

Me: Oh shit, we have like thirty minutes to get me ready.

Mbali: Ha.a, we have all the time in the world, that man will have to wait for you. It's called being fashionably late.

Sino: Well, go on and shower, come on come on come on.

I squealed running to the bathroom to get ready for my first date, weird we've together for over a month I think and we only going on an official first date now. But it makes sense, I mean our relationship didn't exactly start on your typical cliche way, it was formed with pain and suffering. We didn't have time for dates. Ten minutes in a shower, I got out and wrapped a robe around my body. Mbali dragged me to sit in front of a mirror as she started with my makeup.

After doing my natural makeup, Sino slipped me in my dress. I stared at the mirror, the dress hugged my carves and ass perfectly, the material falling on my waist at the back, revealing my whole back. The slit prominent on my right thigh and my shoulders on display in the thin strapped gown.

Mbali: You look amazing girl, I think I'm gonna cry!

I stared at her confused and then it hit me, hormones. I smiled and said thank you. Sino came behind me and styled my short hair with gel, making it curly than it already is. Perks of having a coloured father. Sino then hands me black red bottoms to go with my dress.

Mbali: Let's get you going girl, that man is waiting.

Me: Thank you again, you guys are incredible.

I hug them one by one before going downstairs. The girls are taking me to the restaurant as they also have to go back to their homes. Sino drives while I sit in the passenger seat and Mbali at the back.

Arriving at the restaurant I hop off and hold the door for Mbali to come at the front seat. After making sure she's settled I walk to the drivers seat and glance once more at the girls. Feeling nervous all of a sudden.

Mbali: That man better treat you right, if he still wants both his balls.

Sino: And a complete dick!

Me: I'll make sure to deliver the message. Bye girls, drive safely okay.

Sino: By sis.

Just something about the way that statement made my heart flatter, sis. I start to walk to the entrance of the restaurant as the girls drive away. Feeling nervous I hesitantly push the door open. I'm immediately welcomed with wealth, this place is fancy, from the people sitting around to the waiters and receptionist. I make my way to the receptionist and flash the red haired girl one of my warm smiles as I ask.

Me: A table for Zikalala?

Rec: You?

Me: Uhm... Yeah, can you direct me to it please.

Rec: Listen girl, I know your type okay, Mr Zikalala doesn't date your type.

She says with distaste in her voice as she makes a face at me, picking me up with her eyes. Feeling slightly embarrassed and insulted, I brush it off, but before I politely her off, a hand rests on my waist. Turning my head, I'm met with brown eyes and mint and lavender Cologne. I smile but it goes unnoticed as Snakes glares daggers at the receptionist.

Snakes: When I'm done with my date, I don't want to see you here, got it?

Rec: Mr Zikalala, I'm s-sorry...

Snakes pays no interest in her as he calls the manager with a nod. Soon the middle aged man stands in front of us.

Snakes: Baba Khaya, I respect you, that's why I also trust you with your staff. So I don't want to see this girl when I'm done with my evening.

Khaya: Yes Sir.

Mndeni's hand went to my lower back, his skin touching my bare one, a shiver runs in my body, that never gets old, whenever he touches me. He leads me to the balcony.

My mouth goes wide, it's beautiful. It's decorated with lights and Roses. It's so cosy and intimate. I look up at him with a huge grin on my face. He steals a kiss and smiles.

Snakes: The best for my lady.

Me: Love, it's beautiful, thank you.

Snakes: You're beautiful my love, thank you.

I smile and peck his lips, he pulls a chair for me and I sit before he goes to sit across from me.

Me: What a gentleman.

Snakes: What can I say, I'm a ladies man.

I roll my eyes but the amused smile on my face never fades. Taking my hand in his, he kisses my knuckles slowly.

Snakes: Did I tell you how beautiful you look tonight?

Me: I don't think so.

I tease with a smile, he chuckles and looks at me with so much love.

Snakes: You look beautiful.

Me: Why, thank you, you not so bad yourself.

Snakes: I washed up clean for my woman.

Me: Mr Zikalala you a flirt.

Snakes: Are you faltered?

Me: I'm swooning.

He laughs lightly. My heart does a front flip at the sound of his laughter, Jesus this man is gorgeous, he's smile, his one dimple, the slightly long fangs on his teeth, his brown eyes. I'm in love with a God.

Snakes: See something you like my love?

He smirks as he leans back on his seat.

Me: I've seen better.

I lie with my own smirk, his drop from his face and I laugh. He cocks his head to the side with a warning glare but you can't miss the amusement from his beautiful features.

Soon a waiter comes, a boy around my age stands in front of us.

Waiter: Good evening Sir, beautiful. What may I get you?

Mndeni tenses at the boy's words. Oh shoot, he'll freakin unpredictable, he might do something. I reach for his hand and squeeze it. He relaxes at my touch.

Snakes: Your finest scotch.

Waiter: And you beautiful?

Snakes: Boy I dare you to hit on my girl one more time and I'll put a bullet between your eyes.

The waiter visibly cowers away as he takes a step back.

Me: I'll have red wine please.

Snakes: Well, scram boy!

The poor guy sprints away.

Snakes: I need to fire some people, I specifically asked for a waitress.

Me: Jealous much?