Chapter 1
- DAMON
- The sun was shining.
- Not the kind of shining in a princess movie where the girl looks so beautiful with the sun rays on her face.
- No.
- It was shining hard. More like scorching.
- My face dripping with sweat, I stole a look at the passers-by. They were talking and walking eagerly like the heat wasn't there. I guess the sun decided to use me as its experiment today.
- I stole a look at the bear's head in my hands and shook my head. I was tempted to shout;
- 'Listen, people! If I die today, I died of heat!
- '
- But no one was looking my way. It was like I was not in a mascot bear body suit at all.
- I mean, the body was rainbow -coloured!
- Whoever ignores a rainbow-coloured mascot bear?
- I sighed and held the white coloured head up, stared at it for a while, and I could have sworn, it looked like it was mocking me for a minute.
- I quickly took my eyes off it and stared at the big tower clock afar off . I have just ten minutes left before my work for the day is over. Hopefully, I will leave today without any form of abuse from my boss.
- I wish I didn't have to call Mr. Hands my boss, that man is somewhat a terrible person.
- "Listen Jones, either you put that head back on and stop gazing at that woman's butt or I fire you this instant."
- Speak of the devil.
- My eyes fell in pretense.
- "Sorry boss," I replied with a low voice.
- "Sorry, useless, I didn't hear you." Mr. Hands with his unusual attire combination cupped his right ear and leaned forward, flashing his neon-coloured tie which he had carelessly tucked into the suit he had on.
- I know right ? Neon... Ugh!
- Gritting my teeth with anger already building up within me, I replied to him, "I said, sorry boss."
- "Finish your work, dumbass. Then you can go back to staring at asses." I watched as a disturbing smile followed his raspy voice.
- After my eyes watched him walk past the huge doors of the tall building, I put on the mascot's head.
- The company was trying out a new flavour of sweets and they had the idea to put them out at reduced prices for people to try. I was the unlucky employee who got to put on the mascot costume and suffer in the hot sun whose intense radiation was gradually reducing. Thank God for that.
- I picked up the tray that had just two sweet packets in its span and went back to my position, the almost filled money jar hanging around my neck. I resumed the embarrassing dance that I had to do while my bear suit announced its existence with a loud, cringy song.
- Despite the heat, I could not help but be glad that my shift was almost over. As my thoughts took me far away from the embarrassing moment I was in, someone took the sweets from the tray and dropped something that was certainly not money in the jar.
- The tower clock quickly struck six pm and its loud ringing was enough to tell me that my work for the day was officially over.
- Soon, I took off the entire costume and looked into the money jar.
- The last person left a banana.
- A freaking banana that had words written on it.
- I want your dick.
- Call me.
- 234-675-432
- Shaking my head, I took out the banana and put it inside the hollowness of the bear's head. I passed through the company's glass doors and was welcomed with some cool air.
- Then, I went straight to the secretary's office which was exclusive to the ground floor.
- "Hey, Linda," I greeted the red-haired woman seated by the unusually tall desk. I literally had to climb a platform to stand in front of the desk.
- She tore her gaze from the computer screen and a smile replaced her seriousness as she looked in my direction.
- "Damon. Hi." The tug on her lips easily turned to a frown. "Look at you, you are sweating." Her eyes traveled to my shirt. "It looks like you went for a swim in your shirt." She sighed at me while I managed to tug my lips into a smile. "Damon..." Her eyes were filled with pity.
- Silently, I got down from the platform and climbed the short stairs that led to her seat.
- After I dropped the money jar and bear suit beside her, I grabbed a stool and sat down.
- "I know, Linda. My life is trash. But you should not beat up yourself over my predicament."
- "But, you deserve more than this. You have got potential bigger than this company. You are supposed to be a famous photographer by now if not for circumstances."
- "Somethings are meant to be, Lin."
- She twirled a strand of her hair as her bold, twinkling e
- yes squinted. "I think I found a post that might interest you." She faced her screen and continued talking. "There is this modelling company that needs two qualified photographers. I know you have heard of TIANOR ."
- I nod happily. "One of the best modelling company. When the interview?" I just couldn't contain the excitement that suddenly took over me.
- "To model... day."
- happiness crashed fast.
- " day. Wait, what time?"
- "From eight am to eight pm," she replied.
- My gaze quickly traveled to the shabby-looking watch on my wrist which was surprisingly still functioning well despite the numerous predicaments it has faced.
- "It is fifteen minutes past six. I need to get my CV file from my house. Hopefully, I can make it back to the city by seven something-ish."
- "Isn't your journey home about thirty minutes or so?"
- "Yes, if there is no traffic hold up. I just pray I'll get a taxi on time, " I replied, already calculating my movements in my head.
- "I'll just pray I get a taxi on time." She mimicked me with a child-like voice. "I will be driving you there. This is a great opportunity that you can't miss."
- I happily hugged her as I stood up. "Thank you so much, Linda. Okay, let's go."
- She grabbed the bear suit, ready to put it aside.
- "I'll just put this right here. Hey, what's this?"
- I almost gritted my teeth in reaction to the approaching embarrassment as I watched her dig her hand into the bear's head. "A banana?" She looked at it, raised one of her brows, then looked my way. "I want your dick?"
- I gave her a short sheepish smile as her gaze intensified.
- "Wow Damon, you have fans already. Actually, it seems your little friend down there got some fans. ." She winked and I rolled my eyeballs.
- She was talking as though I have been walking naked and showing women my, huh,
- little friend
- . Little did she know.
- Linda packed her bag and soon led us out of the room locking after the door.
- "You know, I can't remember the last time I got a dick."
- "Linda!" My eyes widened at her sudden utterance which came as we walked into the car park.
- "What? It is true. I seriously need a fucking dick right now," she said as she got to her car and unlocked the doors .
- I entered, sat comfortably, and said, "Linda, what you are saying is very, huh, very disturbing."
- "Puh-lease, why are you talking like you don't have a penis? I am pretty sure that gorgeous dick of yours has gotten
- lots of hits over the past week." The engine revved for some seconds after which we hit the road.
- God, this woman. She has used the same word so many times, I can feel heat rush through my cheeks and I just had to turn away in shyness.
- I felt her glance in my direction.
- "Heavens, don't tell me you are a..."
- I covered my face with my palms.
- "Don't say it," I warned.
- "A fucking virgin."