Jack

Bright rays from the sun shone from the corner of my window directly into my shut eyes. I reluctantly preyed them open allowing the sun to bath them with its rays. I sat up from my bed, looked down at myself and found out that I was still naked. Memories of last night sneaked in on me as the image of the beauty that had rode me plastered itself against my eyelids. I shut my eyes again, taking  her in.

"Winnie" that was her name, I wonder where I would see her again, I know I would.

I stood in my birthday suit caring less if someone invaded my privacy and got a peek at my awesomeness. No one would because I actually lived alone. A few streets from my father's house, even more closer to the club. I preferred my privacy after turning down several invites from my father. He had asked me to come live with him a thousand times and I had refused time and time again.

I loved my space, I could do all the things I wanted, heard all the screams I wanted from different women as I dig into their being leaving them wasted.

The buzz from my phone lying on the bed stand woke me from my usual early morning sex dream. I walked over to it, ignoring the text, I look at the time and...

"Damn, I'm late"

Reality dawned on me. I wasn't some jobless guy that has sex with different women every night. Well if you say it like that, then yes I  am. Well actually I'm more than that. My father owned a company and I am next in line to run it. It's not entirely my dream job, ordering people around and the most dreadful part, the paper work.

Well it was a dirty job and someone had to do it. I rolled my eyes remembering how my dad had drown in a well of responsibilities because of that company.

It brings in the cash and the girls, so I'm cool with that.

And with that I dashed into the bathroom. "What's bathing without some music?" I hopped out from the bathroom again, I'm late, I know. Turning on my music box, I let the sweet song Vibration by Fireboy burst through my speaker. I danced to the beat and had myself a wonderful sweet long shower. And with that my day had began.

Being a man of style and fashion I slid into a pair of Gucci shoes, they were black and shinning just the way I liked it. I looked over at my self with the aid of a huge mirror that hung near the entrance of my room. I was pulling off this look, with a dark blue suit that hugged me on all the right places, coupled with a designed theme shirt, no tie, I hate ties, and my lovely shoes, who says you can't be fashionably late.

In few minutes I was in front of my father's company. Ben's Textile company. One of the top leading companies in Nigeria. I was very proud of my father. He started this company from the scratch, with hard work and a little indifferent to his family or his sons, the company had waxed strong.

"Here your coffee" I looked over to the receptionist that beamed a very wide grin at me, I smiled back at her and grabbed the coffee she held out to me. I was about walking again when I felt her hands on my arms. I looked at her and then at my arm and then at her again, she got the message and removed her hands immediately. I felt she was embarrassed as she lowered her head before me.

No, I wasn't like that, the only time I want a lady's head lowered before me is only if she is giving me a great blow job. I smiled at her to help her ease.

"You missed the board meeting" she smiled back at me and I loved her dentation immediately, my eyes strayed to her lips and I involuntarily wet mine. They were full and alluring coated with a sharp red lipstick.

A few nanoseconds went by and I found her eyes again. Hmm, what did she say again?

"Your father asked to see you immediately you come in" she continued. I waved and walked out on her. What ever she was saying had little or no effect on me. I had missed a truck load of board meetings, in fact I have never been to one since I returned from the states. And I knew quiet well the sermon that followed each time I didn't show up, that was why my father wanted to see me. Not for a "Hey, how are you doing? " conversation.

I shut off that thought and retained the smile on my face. I strode down the hallway, greeting every soul I passed, making heads turn due to my awesomeness. I loved the attention, it was my thing. Soon I was in my office and my show was over as I shut the door behind me.

Now in my office, my cool zone. I looked around it, sniffing in the cool scent of lemon and fresh. Also as a man of style, my office was not left out of my touch, I had expensive unique painting all around the room. I repainted the room, rescuing it from the dull orange and white color into something more, interesting. Part of the room was adorned with colors, it was art work on its own. Giving the room a spark of life.

I hopped over to my seat, sunk into it making a spin before facing the desk. I looked over the work I had for the day.

Ok, I have to sign this, sign that, update this, go through that. I mumbled to myself and reached for  my phone from my breast pocket. I scrolled through it and stumbled on the text I ignored earlier. I read through it and rolled my eyes. Some girl trying to get a second taste of this. I caressed my beard and smiled to my self. No one has a second taste of me. I give it to you once and take it all away, leaving you thirsty.

I let out a laugh and dropped my phone on my desk. "Time to get to work. Nothing is going to spoil my Monday" I assured myself.

"Mr, Jack" a stern voice  filled my office, I didn't notice the door open while I sat there drawling on my self l. I looked up from my desktop and my eyes met that of my father's. They were sliver and cold. He was angry. I narrowed my eyes at him, sitting up getting ready for his speech.

The stunt figure slumped into the seat right opposite me and stared deep into my eyes. His lips were permanently facing the floor, it wasn't a new thing. He has always been like this. Just that old age was telling on him little by little, wrinkles appeared at the side of each lips making it look more sad. Tho he was old, he was still very healthy, or so I thought. But yea he still looked good. The sliver shine on his hair gave him a more defined look. His voice still deep, it suited his figure like a glove.

I managed to get my eyes off my father, Ben and focused on my laptop. I have to look like I'm working.

"Good morning dad" I placed a smirk on my face. Ignoring his glaring eyes.

"And what is good about this morning, Jack?" there goes his thunderous voice, I jerked a little and readjusted myself. In all my father's years of shouting down my throat I have failed to get used to his angry voice. It always sparked an emotion inside me, an emotion that wanted me to shout right back at his face and tell him all the things I have longed to say.

But I knew better than to shut my mouth up and listen to every disapproving word that came out of his mouth. He has never said any good thing about me, that I was used to. In all that, my dad has always provided for me, cleaned up my messes, and cared for me in his own way. I lived my life without any care in the world, I had the money, all because Mr Ben was my father. So I owned him a shut mouth and a ear that pretends to listen when ever he was angry.

I heard my dad heave a sign and bent his head. He knew well that being harsh or terribly angry wouldn't help us. Cause I would always end up doing what I wanted to do. Thank God he was getting calmer, I was losing my patience already.

"You were late again, son" he said. He always used "son" whenever he was tired of me. As if he was reminding himself that I was still his son. I know I would never be like his Son, my brother who died with my mom in a car accident, as I was told. I know he wished I was the one that died. I know he regrets being stuck here on earth with me and not him. Dad told me himself.

"Dad, I was caught up in something. I had to attend to it or else something would get spoilt"

"Son, something is always getting spoilt with you, you say this ever time" my dad gave me a disapproving nod.

"Well it doesn't actually matter if I'm there or not, it won't  make any difference, dad" I shut in nonchalantly, I was getting tired of the conversation away.

"it will make a hell of difference, Jack! If you would for once let that thing spoil, you would have made it to the board meeting, you would have made it to all the board meetings, Jack!" my father's voice hit me like a hammer. He was on his feet now, leaning over the table as if, if given the chance he would punch my teeth out.

He left me and paced around the room, my eyes following every step. He was mumbling something to himself. Then he heaves a sigh. He walked over to me, and leaned forward.

"Jeez dad, calm down" I said with shock in my eyes, I have never seen my father so angry in a very long time. For once, I was scared he would hit me.

"I promise dad, I will make sure to attend the next one" I reassured me, now smiling. My smile disappeared as I looked at my father's eyes, they weren't angry anymore, they were sad. He waved his head at me and headed for the door. On getting to the door he turned...

"You say that every time, Jack. I'm afraid there won't be any more  meetings for you to miss" and with that he shut the door behind him.

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