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

Chapter Fifteen: Messy

Ana

"Michael!" I cried out, trying my hardest fi keep up the pace. I'm losing my breath right now, trying to keep up with him. "Oh, shit, Michael!"

Of course he wouldn't stop. He was enjoying this...Smiling at me, while he inflicted his torture. Mi realize seh him like fi hear me screaming and the more I reacted, the faster he went.

At this point, there was no energy left in me. I can't keep up...

"Fuck, slow down Mike!" I gasped, crashing down on the sand, catching my breath as I heard his footsteps turning back toward me. My whole body was burning. "Slow down!"

I looked up at his grinning face as he jogged in place over my head, blocking the sun.

"Get up man, yuh need fi work up a sweat," he smirked.

"Sir—mi–can't even—" Cho, mi can't even breath right now.

He came around to face me, pulling me upright by my arms.

"Yuh drink too much this week," he bit his lip. "That's why yuh can't keep up."

"You drank just as much," I murmured, catching my breath. "Com'on, can we please just go to the pool and chill?"

"Nope!"

"But—"

"Nope!"

I furrowed my brows and pouted, "Michael, I am tired–"

"Hey, I'll make you a deal," he pulled me up to my feelings now. Lawd, mi foot dem a kill me. "You run this next half mile with me and we can do whatever you want."

"Excuse me, half a what?"

Him smile, shaking his head, "Come on gorgeous, the journey only seem long if you spend the whole ride hating it." Him jog off same time, and I couldn't even move. I watched him and him bagga muscle dem disappear in the distance.

As much as I'm whining about it right now, I do need to keep my energy up. I have been partying a little too hard. It's been twelve days since I've been away and I miss the fuck outta my kids. Apparently, Malikai figured out that we were calling mommy and took her phone.

Michael tracked it to our home and figured out what happened. One plus two always equals three with Malikai.

I haven't gotten to the kids in a few days now.

So, Michael being the concerned new friend he's turning out to be, has tried to fill my days with activities and...torture...cause this can't be nothing but rass torture.

I hope mommy isn't having a hard time with the kids though. She is getting older and although they are very independent kids with their separate activities, they can sometimes want to play with you and mi know she nuh always have the stamina fi keep up.

"Ann, move your ass!" him shout inna di distance.

Cho, shit! This man is relentless!

"Mi a come!"

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One long rass day lata and the two a wi end up in his room, watching a movie. I don't know when my head graduated from staying on the pillow to now being on his shoulder, while we watched shows, but here we were, thick and thieves all of a sudden.

It's like we've trauma bonded in a strange way. I'm going through it with Kai and the possibility that our marriage may have failed and how this mess might affect Max and Aria, and him? A good man, a with a good heart, caught up in my mess.