The UWI Lecturer & the Politician's Son BOOK 3- The King of Kingston

Chapter Five: Big Six

Anashé

He hasn't been fucking me.

It's all I can think about...all my mind has been on for the last two weeks.

It's not like us. Kai, whether or not I'm in the mood is the typa man to get me in the mood and fill me up whenever he gets the chance to.

So this dry spell is weird.

I've never missed feeling full so much. My pussy was hungry and wanting and I'm irritable. Very irritable. It's not like I've tried to fuck him and he's turned me down or supn...nah. We just haven't been on the same schedule in a while and when we do find time together his mind seems so far away.

He's even working out way more...a get more cut and fit by the day and mi can't get fi dig my nails into his muscular back while him sink him big hood inna mi.. while he nibbles on my neck and tells me how much he love my pussy.

How much he loves me.

How him wah mi give him another baby...begging me while he grinds into me, sucking on my neck an-

Calm down Anashé!

Taking a deep breath, I right my mind back to reality. I'm in the bathroom, peeing...well mi done long time. Now I'm just sitting here lost in thought.

Two weeks back when he said we'd meet up and he'd finally tell me why he was so anxious and damn near preparing me and the kids for what felt like the apocalypse...all he ended up telling me is that he made a deal with Zasha for guns and that the deal with the Prime Minister may mean that one day, they may want to tie up loose ends and kill us.

I understood why...and it scared me, too. Politicians within criminal enterprises usually get rid of potential whistleblowers and anyone who knows too much. Kai and everyone in his circle would be a threat to their image since they want him to do a whole lotta shit.

But we not new to danger. And yes, I'm uncomfortable with him working with that touchy bitch, but work is work. I can't react like I did the other day.

He still isn't himself and that's on me.

And today...lawd.

It's one of those days where I am all over the place. I'm doing too much.

I gotta get back out in the kitchen.

As mi bus open the door, the chaos in my house box mi like Will Smith.

I saw mommy walking pass with a bottle of alcohol in her hand. What was that for?

"Mommy, please, just make sure the bouncy house man dem nuh set up no where near the food," She nodded and walked off toward the oven where we have bacon and hotdogs going.

It's Aria's birthday and all hands were on deck trying to get the backyard in order for her party in an hour.

Mommy is here, Capri, Ollie, Jax, Liz, Kai, Amala...even Scamma and Keisha since they are basically family now too after all these years.

Kai told Senior to be here, but as usual he's late.

I'm not gonna lie, this stress is also my fault.

Kai insisted every year that we get a party planner but mi and my ears-hard self always wanted to set up my kid's birthday myself. It's like a labour of love thing. I wanted the opportunity to do something for them, since my kids generally get everything done for them by other people. I don't even iron their clothes... a huge part of me feel a little guilty that they are growing up so privileged that it's to the point of my role as a mom getting diminished more and more.