Modern gods' vibes.

chapter 1

Mornings were my worst times during my day. I found them too boring,, but lesser boring than afternoons. This was because of trying to pull my mind from slumber,, which I had been bonded to. Sleep was often caused by the prolonged-late-night-fiction-reading habits, of late. Sometimes I would be in the theatre hall watching crazy series - which had become a hobby. #shannarachronicles
        It would be an understatement to say that today,- that day- it was hard for me to wake up. My alarm had disturbed me enough to wake up, though partially 😂. A shocking alarm was the craziest idea I ever had.
          My crazy best friend, Gloria had given it to me before I got married one month ago. We used to spend days and nights together, mostly in my mansion, if not in malls and cinemas. She liked me and I knew that. Not that I didn't like her, I just treated her as my sister. That was apart from afew times that she used to cry to me and I would end up inside her.
        Were it not for the business meeting with Mr employer, I would have gotten my balls up past noon. Uncovering myself from my duvy - blanket, I stepped on the cold floor,, leaving me with a chill up the spine to the brain and back.
         I looked at my beautiful wife who was still asleep naked. I had uncovered her to toe. She was such a perfect woman by figure. My eyes couldn't help but scan her chest. She had perfect boobs that I had seen only twice. Down there,, she had a perfect ass that usually made me have a boner. I felt like going back into the blankets and getting my dick in that perfect pussy of hers (though am sure she would decline). All in all job is job.
        I walked to the bathroom still naked, feeling a winter-cold temperature. A hot shower would suit me perfectly.
       Fifteen minutes later, I walked into the bedroom still in my birthday suit. My body temperatures had improved and I could feel the freshness of my body. Mrs me, Sappy, was still asleep. I wouldn't bother since this was an egosentric based marriage.
        I put on a black suit, red shirt, and a black tie. Suits were not part of my "tragen list". I Clasped black suspenders on my trousers, put on a pair of red socks and left. Atleast Sappy had cleaned my shoes, so l, putting them on, I hurried to the parking lot and got ready to leave. I chose a Range Rover sport, for such meetings. Since my chauffeurs were all at leave, I drove myself - which seemed fun afterall. 170 kilometers per hour was the speed,, since time was against me.