CIRCUMSTANCES MADE ME WHAT I AM

TROUBLES

MARK'S POV

This promotion comes with me having to be in office at least twice a week and sometimes I'm bored out of my skull. So after all morning I decided to go have lunch with my mother or should I say she insisted on meeting me for lunch.

I'll take anything to be freed from the confines of these four walls. I just feel trapped. I now have a secretary, Nichole. She has a nice personality. I caught her checking me out a few times but she's too straight for me, no hips, breasts or anything. She looks like a teenager, not my cup of tea.

I think she knows I'm not interested like that but I won't air it out loud when her checking out and wanting what she can't have strokes my ego...I smile to myself.

I tell her I'm stepping out for the day and she can too as soon as she's through filing and scheduling any meeting or viewings I may have before I headed through the door.

Out in the parking lot I passed Dwayne talking to a guy I didn't recognize. While unlocking my car door I heard footsteps behind me. Turning I saw Dwayne and he came to a stop looked at my ride then me, with an evil grin, then spoke.

"Mi nuh know weh yuh come from enuh buoy but yuh better guh back. A me a top realtor yah fi years yuh nah come gwaan like yuh wah run things yah"

So I stepped to him and replied " suck yuh madda pussy!!" Before I could finish my sentence I saw him shuffle and I felt something cold pressing into my side. Looking down I saw a gun. So I stood still, still fuming.

"Nuh suh tough now don't?" He said smirking at me.

I could hear my heart pounding in my head. Being furious was an understatement.

"Pussy anything yah duh, duh it now but memba seh if yuh nuh duh nutten, the next time yuh pull dat and nuh use it yah guh play 3"  I then turned got into my car and sped off. I didn't wait to see or hear his reaction, didn't give a fuck either.

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It's been a month since my confrontation with Dwayne and I haven't seen him since, but what happened that day will not happen again with him or anybody else. After that day I called Mr. Campbell the overseer of my farms in St. Elizabeth. I had a meeting with him, because he's a licensed firearm holder and had him give me the rundown of how things work in that world.

He took me and showed me the rounds firsthand. Gun purchase and the whole works.

So I'm now on my way home  from the shooting range with my Taurus 92 on my lap.  Listening to

*Rytikal walk and talk*
Bang Bang Bang
Nah gi nuh buoy nuh chance fi dis mi an get weh yuh mad
Bang Bang Bang
Smady get knock, mi inaccurate mi knock it exact!

My mind's going twice as fast as I'm driving. This past month I've been delt the shittiest of hands with my portfolio. I know it's Dwayne's doing but still managed to stay afloat regardless.

Tami, Michelle and a few girls I had on going flings with kept blowing up my phone but all they got were I'm busy messages and busy tone sometimes. Just need space to figure out the pace at which things are going at the moment.

As soon as I get home I head towards the shower. The warm water from the shower eases the tension in my body but there's another tension within my groin that needs attention.

I proceeded to massage my member with the slippery aid of body wash on my body. With my eyes closed memories of Tamara's tight wet pussy filled my mind and I blasted rope after rope of cum into the tub which the cascading water washed away the evidence.

I don't know how long I can avoid these women but I don't need any distractions right now. By weekend things should be looking up. The farm is looking up so far.