53.

Xander

I couldn’t keep my hands off her and she didn’t mind it at all. I could tell by the way she was looking for it and caving into it. The party is going on and Nikki and I are seated together outside by the pool with Charles, Damien, X, and Chantel. Our parents have already left, so we had time to talk to our close friends about their affair.




“So, I have an announcement to make,” Nikki says, “We have a set date for the lobola.’




I grin, “Seriously, when?”




“In two weeks, the uncles agreed to have Damien, your mother, and her brother as representatives,” X says with a smile.




“That’s amazing, we have to start looking for outfits,’ Chantel squeals.




I give Nikki a kiss on the cheek, “I can’t wait.”




“I need more of those chicken wings,” Chantel gets up and walks into the house and then Damien gets up a few moments later. Xander and I give each other a look and X clears his throat.




“I need to get going, my wife is calling,” he says.




Xander gets up and walks over to him, “Thank you for looking after my wife and for standing in my place for the lobola negotiations, I really appreciate it.”




“Any time, just make sure, you gather the things on time,” he says.

“Of course, you have my word,”




They share a hug, and he walks over to me and kisses the top of my head, and he leaves.




“Have you and Damien discussed wedding dates yet?”




Charles sighs, “We have, and we are thinking of next year in February or March.”




Nikki nods, “That’s good, that’ll be before the baby is born.”




“Exactly and you won’t be that far along too, so we have three months to plan the wedding and I wanted to ask Xander to be my best man.”




I grin, “I thought you’d never ask.”




Charles laughs, “I couldn’t think of anyone else to be my best man and Damien is going to ask his best friend Max to be his best man.”




“Aww that’s sweet,” Nikki coos.




“When do we go suit shopping and looking at venues and all of that?”




Charles smiles, “We have already sorted that out. We are getting married in Stellenbosch, the Rosetta Wine Farm.”




Nikki squeals beside me, “Oh my gosh, that is so romantic. Have you made the bookings and everything?”




Charles nods, “Well duh girl. I know how exclusive that venue is, so I made sure that I reserved for the whole week.”




Nikki laughs, “Of course you did.”




Glass breaks inside the house and I rush inside to see what was happening. I found Chantel and Damien standing in the kitchen, it looked like they were having a heated argument.




“It’s either you tell him, or I do?” Chantel says folding her arms.




Damien looks defeated and then looks at me.




“Is everything okay?”




Charles walks past me and goes over to Damien, and something told me that he knew.




“Damien, you have 30 seconds to tell me what is going on between you and Chantel or so help me god, I will crack your skull open with my bare hands.”




I walk over to Charles and tell him to calm down, but he looks at me with rage-filled eyes.




“Don’t tell me to calm down, I’m about to devote my life to this man and he has been lying to me,”




“Baby,” Damien says, “I’m sorry –




“We have been seeing each other for months now and now I’m pregnant with his child,” Chantel says.




“How could you Damien? We are about to get married?”




“Baby I know but I can explain, just let me explain. It –




“Explain what? That I’m not satisfying enough, and you needed to pussy.”




“Yes, I mean no –




Within a split second, a plate goes flying, and Damien ducks and it hits the wall. I pull Charles away and he is screaming profanities at Damien, ready to throw another object but I pick him up and take him outside.




“Why?”




I sigh, “I’m sorry Charles,”




“He is the one that should be saying sorry. How could he? With a woman and Chantel for that matter,” he fumed.




Charles screams and kicks the patio chair. I felt bad, guilty for not telling him, but I couldn’t bring myself to tell him, I knew that he was going to be mad.




Charles takes off his engagement ring and gives it to me.




“Tell him we are done, and he can sleep at her house tonight,”




And with that, he walks away.




Nikki opens the door behind me and tells me to come inside.




“What do we do?”




I shrug, “I think we should sit this one out baby, there are already too many people involved, and I can’t risk Charles getting even more upset right now.




Nikki nods, “Where is Charles?”




I open my hand and she looks at it and frowns.

“Oh god,”




We walk to the living room where Damien and Chantel are still arguing. I wasn’t going to sit through this and hear them making noise and arguing about nothing. Clearly, nothing was going to get resolved.




“Shut the fuck up!”




The room is quiet, and everyone looks at me.




“Now you listen to me and listen to me good. Damien, you need to man up and fix this. Charles told me to give you this,” I say and hand him Charles’ engagement ring, “He said he needed space, and you should find somewhere to spend the night, and don’t you dare go to Chantel’s.”




Damien’s eyes well up with tears.




“There is no use crying Dae, you messed up and there are three people depending on you to make the right decision. So, you need to rest and think about this,” Nikki says.




Damien nods, “Can I sleep here?”




I open my mouth to refuse but Nikki agrees and says she’ll prepare the guest bedroom for him.




Nikki takes Damien to the guest bedroom, and I escort Chantel to her car.




“I’m sorry for ruining your party,” she sniffs.




“It’s okay, the truth was bound to come out someday,”




She looks at me and sighs, “You must think I’m a whore.”




I chuckle, “No Chantel, you are the victim here. You didn’t deserve this, Damien played both you and Charles. He needs to figure out what he’s going to do next.”




Chantel shakes her head, "He said that he would make me his wife and that Charles would agree to it. I’m so stupid.”




“Hey, don’t beat yourself up about it. Go home, get some rest and we’ll check up on you in the morning.”




I give her a hug and she gets into her car and leaves. I go back inside the house and Nikki is in the kitchen eating a tub of Oreo ice cream.


“How is he?”




Nikki licks her spoon and I immediately want to know what her pussy tastes like with Oreo ice cream in it.




Don’t be weird, Xander.




“He’ll be okay,” she says, “I think we all need some sleep.”




I take the spoon from her, and she pouts, I take a spoonful and put it in my mouth and give it back to her.




“I agree,”




“Do you wanna eat ice cream off my pussy?”




A smirk forms on my face, “You are a woman after my own heart.”