The UWI Lecturer & The Politician's Son

Chapter One- KMT

Anashé (Anashay)

"If tired was a person," I sighed under my breath and threw the pile of proposals that came in this week down on my kitchen table. Cho, sometimes I just want

to ask my Head of Department to change my specialisation. Critical Reading and Writing is just not it right now. Rahtid, is this a migraine I feel coming on?

Taking my heels off, I threw them in a corner, making my way to my bedroom. My apartment on Constant Spring Road was small, just enough for one person, on a University of the West Indies adjunct Lecturer salary to live and be comfortable. It's...it's just enough. At twenty-five, I've managed to accomplish a lot, so I really shouldn't feel this way every afternoon. Feeling ungrateful is a common issue here in Anashé's world. Taking all my clothes off, I wrapped the towel around my body and put my hair into a high bun.

"Anashé, open up di door!" I heard from the front door. A weh di rass? Who dat?

I made my way to the door to look through the peephole. It was Jaxn. Of course. His dimples and pearly whites were on full display as I opened the door. I rolled my eyes as I looked up at his tall self.

"What you doing at my door suh late?"

"Just figured you might have needed some company, and mi did deh over Manor Centre with a likkle B, so I was close by" He shrugged as he made his way inside and I walked toward my bedroom. " You can't put on clothes?"

"Jax, I beg you leave mi place if my attire disturbs you."

"Stop gwaan so man, I'm just kidding." He slumped down on my bed and took the remote to turn on my Tv. We've been best friends for so long that he's gotten comfortable just popping by at any given time. I closed the bathroom door behind me.

"Hey Alexa, play Masicka's Different Type." The song came on as the water hit my face. Yes, time fi wind down ya now and take my mind off everything. Right ya now, I have the bills to think about for the first of the month. Light, water, rent, internet, and gas for my little Suzuki Swift named Little Miss, groceries, Student Loan and money for my mother and sibling back in Clarendon. I make more than the average Jamaican, but it still nah cut it. I may just have to migrate. My aunt tells me that her home in Fort Lauderdale is always open if I ever needed a place to stay while I set myself up in the U.S. But...I can't leave the family. They needed me here, for now. I worked my ass off to send myself to UWI through my undergraduate degree, and my Master's programme. Adjunct lectures at my level only make on average 180,000 per month. I am just getting by each month, and my lifestyle is not bougie in the slightest. The rent alone a 80 grand. Car payment is 35...Goods affi eat Ramen for lunch regularly.

Suddenly I hear the music turn down and I moved the shower curtain to see Jaxn by the sink where I put it. He scanned my entire naked body before he got to my annoyed eyes and furrowed brows. "Mi can't hear anything the TV saying because your music is so loud!"

"Jaxn, go home, because you must have lost your mind thinking you can come in here and run mi place!" I rolled my eyes, stepped out of the shower, turned the music back up and stepped back into the shower. The bathroom fell silent and I was confused for a moment, but I knew what was coming. I knew him well, so I didn't say a word when I sensed his body behind me and his long, fat dick grazing on my ass. His lips were on my shoulder where he left soft, wet kisses. He held on to me, tightly...and I let him.

"Yuh miserable today, so let me calm you down," Mhm...seet deh now, gyal weak. But he's right. I am tired, stressed and horny all the damn time, mi nuh muss miserable?

"Isn't this why we made this pact with each other all those years ago? So we can be there for each otha?"

I nodded slowly, lost in the sweet feelings of his lips on my neck.