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Time III

“What did she say, lover boy?”

He closed Temi’s office door softly and turned around, wondering why he did not hear her walk up behind him.

Agnes. Hell in a skirt. Hell on a man.

“She told me to avoid girls who don’t know the difference between a man and an ATM machine.”

She wiggled shiny red-tipped fingers in front of his face. “Look, I’m not playing. What did that hag say to you?”

Chris frowned. “Like you care.”

Silence.

He sighed. “Two-week compulsory leave. Doubt if it’s with pay, makes no difference either way.”

Her eyes darkened. “That wrinkly old…”

“She gave me something I needed but was too afraid to ask for.”

Intrigued in spite of herself, Agnes asked. “What?”

Chris grinned. “Time away from you.”

*************************************************

“How could you have been so – so rude?! To your HOD nonetheless!”

Lowering the La Casera bottle, Chris looked at the speaker, mouth slightly agape. He saw what he expected to see; fluffy afro, frowning forehead, pointy nose – pretty much the same one he saw in the bathroom mirror every morning – and a pair of pouty lips. Bright pink lips. Smallish breasts heaving underneath a purple blouse. Bare arms on hips. Hips covered by black jeans. Legs disappearing behind sofa.

“Are you talking to me?” He barked.

The eyes looking into his from across the room dimmed briefly – and then became as fiery as before.

“Yes, I am. Broda, you were wrong, and now you’ve been -”

Chris’ left hand flew up of its own accord, hurling the plastic bottle at almost sixty miles an hour. It hit the picture frame above Rachel’s head, bathing her in cold apple LaCasera and shattered glass. She covered her head with her arms, shiny shards of glass tinkling around her and unto the floor.

She looked at her arms for scratches – and then, at her brother in horror. Chris looked at her, the very fires of Hell ablaze in the depths of his eyes.

And then he stood up and stormed out.

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13 responses

  1. Wo! Why’s he violent na?

    August 11, 2014 at 9:03 am

  2. * shudders* I pity the person that crosses that guy’s path…

    August 11, 2014 at 10:36 am

  3. Sugar rush

    August 11, 2014 at 11:09 am

  4. Twin sister? wrong? right?

    August 11, 2014 at 12:20 pm

  5. Yemie

    Owkay! Chris is sooo going downhill and may be beyond redemption unless an intervention in the form of anger management classes is arranged for him! Going from being verbally abusive to physical abuse?! Haba! That’s so unacceptable! What’s with him anyways?! Why’s he such a grouch?!

    You know, its either you’ve got game or your game’s lame! You’ve got game Seun and I love every minute detailing of this piece from the elecrifying, stimulating convos to the descriptions, spot on! Kudos!

    August 11, 2014 at 3:55 pm

  6. Shoo, what’s worrying Chris like this? Meanwhile, I like Agnes.

    August 12, 2014 at 3:50 am

    • Of course you like Agnes!

      Thanks.

      August 12, 2014 at 6:48 pm

  7. Temi might be right afterall…

    August 13, 2014 at 12:37 pm

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