Chapter 16 The Houseboy’s Favor

It was the fourth time this week that I caught him watching me.

Not directly.

Not boldly.

But in reflections, mirror glass, polished silver, sliding doors. His eyes would linger for a heartbeat too long. Then drop the moment I turned.

His name was Thabiso.

Nineteen. Broad shouldered. Quiet mout...

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