Man Bangs

Siena had the hots for Joey. Who wouldn’t? He had the coolest bangs.

Who doesn’t like bangs on a man, she wondered.

Rolling her eyes on his question, she glided her way onto the bed, to lay down her head on his chest.

“No Joey, your bangs don’t look like Taylor Swift’s. I think your new secretary is nuts,” she said, pacifying him.

“She also said I looked, how did she put it?” He scoffed, “Girly!”

“Darling, I love your bangs. It bangs my heart,” she laughed. “Let’s do some banging.”

The uneven shape of his lips illustrated his exasperation. She turned her face to the other side, leaving space between them.

Planning a trip to his office had to be added to her personal organizer. It would be top priority, before starting her plans to design the interiors of a new five star hotel. Her rich and famous clientele list compiled since the start of the year had hit sixty. Business was booming. Her love life though had hit murky grounds. The stupid secretary’s daily remarks were ruining her nights.

“Hi, I am Siena, Joey’s fiance. “ Siena stared at the slender, attractive woman, dressed in a turquoise silk shirt inserted into a blackish blue, thigh hugging, knee length skirt.

“Ms, Siena, I’ve seen your picture on Mr. Dugan table.” Her soft palm was in her dry hands. “It’s nice to finally meet you. He’s in a meeting with the rest of the shareholders. He’ll be out in an hour.”

“I’ll wait.” Siena couldn’t stop herself from peering over the magazine at Joanna’s toned physique. She smelled trouble a few feet away. It was no surprise Joey took her comments to heart. Joanna exhibited heat, the sort that tempted a man to want to check out the temperature. But why didn’t she like his bangs? Curiosity hauled her up and she dawdled near Joanna’s mahogany desk, coughing twice.

“Ms. Siena, would you like a glass of water?”

Siena cleared her throat, “No, but can I ask you a question?”

“Sure.”

“Why don’t you like Joey’s bangs?”

The pause button seemed stuck on Joanna’s shocked expression.

“Well, I was asked for an opinion out of the blue,” she justified, “and it reminded me of someone I killed two years ago.”

Swallowing her fear, Siena caught the edge of the table. “A single question is enough.”

“Don’t you want to know whom I buried?” The gleam in her eyes trickled down, shocking Siena all the more.

Picking up her handbag from under the table, she opened her wallet to display a photo of a young man who had bangs similar to Joey.

“That is me. As you can see, I had bangs too. I see them on Mr. Dugan and it reminds me of the once bitter man, fashion model, Jo,” Joanna explained. “I hoped my negativity would make him chop them off. I didn’t think it would be a big deal.”

“I like them. So, I think he should keep them.” Siena stubbornness took over her tone. “Tell Mr. Dugan I was here. Flipping her hair to the side, she stormed off.

Siena had first seen bangs on a man in a fashion magazine. Instantly falling in love with his chiselled looks, she pictured herself agreeing only to date a man who’d cut his hair into bangs for her. If she couldn’t date a fashion model, she’d at least have the same hairstyle to play with. To be honest, she hated Joey’s bangs. It made him look, how can she put it mildly, feminine.

Time had spoken, the bangs needed to disappear.

Igniting her engine, she contemplated using secateurs or a shaver.