The next day I woke up next to Lincoln and started reflecting on the things that had happened the previous night. Everyone in the house was moving back to their respective homes and the house was starting to feel so lonely. I tried to get out of bed that morning but Lincoln was holding me so tight that I even had a hard time breathing; I figured he thought I was also going to leave. My return to Johannesburg had ruined a very happy home. Had I just stayed in Cape Town and continued living my life there none of what happened would have. This situation however showed me the amount of power I had over certain people in the Gigolo’s Castle and it also taught me the truth about people whom I considered to be my friends.
I laid there in my bed asking myself how things would be between Sihle, Gavin and I. A part of me wanted to fire them but I couldn’t do that because they were major shareholders. I didn’t know exactly what it was that I wanted to do about the situation but I knew that a lot of happy families were destroyed because of my reunion with Lincoln. It was so quiet, in a perfect world it would have been that way because the housemates were sleeping, but the reality was that they had all left.
As much as I woke up lying next to Lincoln, nothing happened between me and him the previous night obviously because of the state the house was left in. The time for me to wake up and go face my demons, in this case Sihle and Gavin had come. I jumped out of bed and went to take a shower and prepared for work. I woke Lincoln up and he too started preparing himself for work. He tried to start a conversation with me but he saw that I was just not in the mood to speak about anything or anyone for that matter so he just backed off and did what he had to do.
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