Heated - Episode 1
ANDERSON’S POV
The cool breeze welcoming the early morning drive into my naked form as I stretch out my entire being on the large bed. It’s Monday, a day of getting heated at work again. “Hell no! I am never going back to that company.” I think to myself as I stand lazily from the bed. The useless secretary won’t keep her eyes off me anytime I go in and out of my office
. Women can be so unpredictable and cunning, just a snap of my fingers will surely get her naked on my bed. How cheap! Then after paying them off, they begin cursing at you about breaking their hearts and bla bla bla do they have hearts or bodies? I don’t totally blame them cos my biceps, look, chest and belly button contour will likely make me go mad if I were a girl so I don’t really lay the faults on the strayed ones out there. I brush my teeth and soak myself in a warm bath with ladled soap. I take my time inside the bathtub until the water turned cold. I discard the water and dry myself up. I walk into my room and cream myself. I don’t like my hair and I will definitely do something about it. I comb the Nigerian hair I hate so much then wear my shorts and a casual sleeveless shirt and make my way to the sitting room. I find my Dad sitting on the sofa reading newspaper
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. What’s with old men and newspaper even when there’s TV. I would rather read a novel than newspaper when I’m old cos that’s the difference between the rich and poor and I don’t think I wanna have anything with the poor. To me if the poor can afford newspaper then the rich should be able to afford the media. Equality can never be for me.
“Good morning dad.” I greet him with a normal face.
“Is that the new outfit for work or what?” he asked looking straight at my standing posture.
“Dad the electricity in your company is bad, I can’t and won’t go to work until it’s fixed.” I lamented. Does this man what me to wear heavy suit to an heated company or what? I care about my looks too. I do not want the foul smell of sweat over me or the rashes that gathers on the skin of a person. With this thought, I frown and touch my face. I will kill myself if I should get that. Rashes are for the poor not Anderson, gosh!
“The plant will come running up today. Told you to go.” He said as he tried being calm.
“Dad we know that’s effortless. The person who wired that company was inexperienced. A plant won’t even lit up cos the wiring house has been burnt down. You better call a better one this time or I’m not stepping foot into that company. I won’t and can never loose the look I’ve maintained for so many years. I just won’t. Do something fast else I move to the other branch in Lagos.” I said to his unsurprised face and walked towards the garden to feel nature.
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Nice start dear keep going
Thank i will.
I love it already, Nisor , keep it rolling
@dolapo sure of course
Weldone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
@sheila thank u
Awwwn....anderson is vain....i thought that attribute could only be found in women not men
Nice one continue
He's such a braggart....