Only for the Weekend – Part 1: Terminal TemptationsThe low hum of late-afternoon traffic echoed through the terminals of OR Tambo International Airport. February sunlight filtered through the glass, bathing everything in a warm golden haze. It was that stretch of day where time softened—where work slipped into memory, and the weekend began to stretch its arms. Christopher stood in line at security, his lean frame relaxed...

Part 2 – Friday Night Flare The clang of weights and the bass of an upbeat playlist filled the large open floor of The Forge Gym in Somerset West. It wasn’t luxury. It was real. Energetic. A little gritty. And that’s exactly why Christopher trained here. There was a kind of rhythm to the place—people pushing themselves, nodding along to music, exchanging glances of camaraderie without needing to talk. It energized him, he...

Part 3 – Their Night TogetherArrival | Erinvale | 2:10 AM Saturday Morning The Land Cruiser purred along the empty streets, leaving Stellenbosch behind as the lights of the Winelands faded into quiet. The cabin was dim, the soft glow from the dashboard casting shadows across Melany’s bare thighs, the dark sweep of her dress teasing across her skin. She leaned into him in the back seat, curled under his arm. Their fingers...

Part 4 – Yacht Day Morning at the Hotel | 9:00–9:30 AM The Ferrari’s low growl faded as it rolled to a stop in front of the estate hotel, the sound oddly refined in the early-morning air. Christopher stepped out, fresh from a cool shower and dressed for the day, light-blue linen shirt over tailored navy shorts, leather sandals, overnight bag slung casually over one shoulder. His aviators were in place, and the only giveaw...

Part 5 – The Night Unfolds Ana & Jade | The Terrace | 8:30 PM The terrace outside their shared villa suite was dimly lit, the table scattered with tapas, half-sipped wine, and a candle flickering in a glass hurricane lamp. The warm breeze carried the scent of fynbos and distant braai smoke. Overhead, a sky full of stars blinked down like they were in on the secrets. Ana and Jade sat barefoot in oversized robes, legs pulle...

The Last Breakfast | 10:30 AM | Garden Terrace The table had been set beneath a vine-covered pergola in the hotel’s private garden courtyard. White linens, fresh flowers in small glass vases, and a table that overflowed with everything good: mimosas, fruit platters, croissants still warm, thick-cut bacon, smoked salmon, soft scrambled eggs, roasted vine tomatoes, avocado halves, cheeses, preserves, granola, yogurt, and fl...