CIRCUMSTANCES MADE ME WHAT I AM

INTERN

MARK'S POV

A year and a half later trying to move on,  I'm thinking back on my father's funeral not a tear fell. Just rage, thats all I felt. Locking away trying to tame it.

Living with my grandmother in Clarendon, this place I've only visited a few times years apart and the constant bickering with my aunts didn't help the situation.
They wanted me to do either this or that but I wanted to spend more time in my books.

Still it was a better change from Denham Town  running from the sound of gunshots and being on constant alert. I was never scared of the life there, was aware, I'm no fool but never scared.

Plus reliving that night wouldn't have done me much good if I had stayed.

But now a slower pace of life, university and knowledge that my education was gonna be my path to freedom and stability, gave me peace of mind when it got rough and tough.

I know nobody here and life has taught me to trust a few, my circle was always small, me and Jerry.
It's still small, even smaller. Just me, myself and I.

"Everyday yuh inna house like gyal! True yuh a guh university yuh tink yuh ago live like prince in yah!
Mek yuh mumma never keep yuh up deh"

Yo da woman yah ago mek mi fuck har up one a dem day yah enuh....seriously. 

The blame is cast by my aunts on my mother for making my father leave Clarendon to live inna ghetto.

I just got up and went outside to see if I saw grandma,  Who met me at the door and gave me a knowing look, passed me, went inside and you could hear her giving my aunt a piece of her mind in my defense. 

She was my only line of defense until one day when I had enough. I took the Machete from the kitchen corner and gave my aunt Rose across her back. She Ran out screaming murder.

Dem nuh tek nuh check wid mi from den but man still keep three eyes open. Mi nuh trust dem non-tall.

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The phone in my office rings snapping me back to reality.  Picking up the receiver, it's my boss on the other end of the line,

" Mr. Lambert?" speaking I answered

"I have a meeting in half an hour with Mr. Palmer from Sweet Deals. Take the necessary files to the conference room. I'll be there shortly "

"OK will do just that Miss Senior" I said in  response.

Miss Tamara Senior. I answer directly to her, the boss lady, SEXY AS FUCK....

I've been interning as the personal assistant to her,  the General Manager at Diverse Ads Advertising Company. This is a month after graduating UTECH with my associates degree in business.
My mother said she asked her employer to pull a few strings and here I am. It's only for 2 months but will still look good on my resume.

My office is really an oversized filing room but it's cozy and when I'm not busy running errands or filing I can relax a bit and enjoy the view of Kingston from being two stories up.

Crossing the hall heading towards the conference room is spot Sanique looking in my direction with a smile brightening her face. Slim but thick just the way I like.

She's always nice to me. I can tell she likes what she sees and it makes my dick stir....my Cursed Dick. 
I'm Twenty years old, gone through high-school and university, where pussy is abundant and man still a virgin....I'm suddenly angry but what for and at who, I sigh.

Women are always interested until my dick come out then...

Is like dem see a ghost yow. Bout it too big,  jah jah