Chapter 2

The weather was cool and brilliant. Yes! It had all the ingredients that would bring a green light sensation for whoever could be in the mood to be outdoors. Anable had finished preparing her favourite breakfast of bacon and toast accompanied by her favourite granules of coffee. The time has gone past 8 bells, and she felt under immense pressure to vacate Charmers Court where she resided with her moved-in boyfriend Trey. As per her daily routine, she always made sure that she departs their state-of-the-art furnished lodgings after having paid the belly what she owes it. Ironically, Trey never felt bothered by getting up bright and early, let alone eating before 10 o'clock. He had accustomed himself to an easy-going sassy life. Having grown up as a spoilt brat, he was reluctant and uninterested to cook for himself or others, all that mattered to him was warming the already prepared meals in the microwave, and usually, he would drive to his favourite Spurs food outlet to grab a take away of pizza or fresh fries depending on his cravings. He would often get out of bed around 9 bells.

First on his list of priorities was a fresh bubble bath followed by a rigorous wardrobe session that kept him in front of the mirror for ages. Unlike most males who often take dressing casually, he was amazingly always dressed to kill. He was tall, slender, and coffee-brown in complexion. His wardrobe complemented his hunky figure, and would always draw attention whenever he got out of his exquisite rides especially the Lexus SUV, which was his favourite from the expensive collection. By the flat's parking lot, he also had a BMW X6, and a Mercedes Benz C class model as road alternatives. He always had a flamboyant knack for telling people that he was born expensive and will die with that silver spoon in his mouth. He was neither a snob, nor a hard-working riser, but a sole beneficiary of his late Grandfather's million-dollar estate. His boastful attitude about money and classy lifestyle earned him the nickname Trey$.

In Anable, he had found a lady of his dreams and taste. The short, middle-built, light-complexioned curved lady was not only her house flower but his social ornamental torch that would light every occasion up to its billing. He believed that riches and beauty were meant to complement each other. He would often tell people that Anable was of his class, but that rating was only confined to looks and not bank balance. What they conspicuously had in common was being the only children from their respective families, obviously not omitting their mutual arrogance, solo-doings, extravagancy, and flaunting.

Anable had also grown up in a well-up family in the magnificent and leafy suburbs of Centurion. She sadly lost both her parents to a horrific car accident. Upon their untimely death, the debt collectors had virtually everything in their names attached to a gigantic debt they had jointly incurred through a multiplicity of loans procured from different financial institutions. Such a development forced distraught Anable, who could not accept to stay with her granny in Pietermaritzburg, to rent an apartment in one of Pretoria's flamboyant central business district towering flats. Before her parental loss, she was already into well-concealed strategic prostitution, but what largely influenced her to stay at Charmers Court was their wealthy Centurion married neighbour, Sam, who pledged to take care of her costly rentals and lifestyle. All he wanted was privacy from her extrovert Doctor's wife and Anable's respectful parents.

Sam had managed to manipulate Anable into a materialistic extra-marital partner prior to her parents' deaths. The two would often meet somewhere convenient off their upmarket Centurion Estate. Their most preferred rendezvous was Midrand Guest Lodge. This is where the pampered Anable adopted a gold-digger mentality. Seeing different people with big bellies, big cars, and fat pockets flaunting around her engendered irreparable brain damage as she got less and less dissatisfied with the 1000 Rands Sam used to give her whenever they finished their agreed dirty business. Yes! With all eyes following her flawlessly beautiful and apppetising figure time and again, she began to feel there was a bigger bidder somewhere around. It is this greedy insinuation that made her roving cat eyes bump into the extravagant Trey at the same venue. Barely a month after their connection, the two connived to get rid of Sam who had not yet stepped foot into Anable's CBD lodgings on preference grounds. He would prefer an outskirt booking facility to a compromising city-centre flat. He never wanted to risk any chance of letting this cat out of the bag, a phenomenon that would deal his greatly cherished and famous marriage a blow.

The world is never patient and considerate of those who procrastinate, dodge or absent themselves for even just a while. Trey made the most of the bedroom vacancy at Charmers Court thereby disenfranchising Sam from having access to the lodgings. He arranged for the immediate refund of the 15 000 Rands in respect of the deposit plus double rental fees that the latter had paid. The excuse was a trumped-up claim that Anable was now a born-again Christian, and could no longer continue with the affair since it pointed to committing adultery which went against her newfound self. This getaway proclamation was neither met with any measure of resistance nor suspicion. Fairly put, Anable also deserved someone whom she could call her own, someone who could be there for her twenty-four-seven, and someone who could show her off in public. Trey's financial prowess had won him one of the most attractive ladies in South Africa. She was conspicuously a trophy spouse, incomparably out of this world, but was she marriage material? The same can be asked about the whimsical and solo-going partner in crime, Trey! What was unquestionable and written on the wall was that Anable had found somebody who could take care of her expensive lifestyle, let alone someone who truly appreciated her as she was, and was ready to share memories with. Nonetheless, her financial greed was now ingrained for any casual gratification, and that rendered her secretive prostitution escapades indispensable.