Page 11 of Not My Type (Not My Type #1)

Zara

“Baby where you going?” Talia ask as I roll off the bed. I ignore her, open the sliding glass door and step out onto the balcony. The cold breeze hits me hard as I take in the view of Kingston from the hills. I grip the rails as I lean forward.

“Huh...” her voice sounds like a moan against the duvet cover.

“Just want some fresh air,” I mutter, but really mi cyaa’ get Sara out o’ mi head.

The women I have sex with are just around to fulfill my sexual needs. No label, No link, No attachment, just pleasure. I barely even remember their names. This is definitely what Alkaline meant, because all I need is some company. After that, I’m good.

Talia is the closest thing I have to a girlfriend, and I still don’t want her checking for me. The only thing I ask of her is to keep it exclusively mine, and doh give it weh. Man selfish and mi only want it fimi self, even when I barely commit to the relationship.

I’m still exploring. I don’t even know why I do, but there must be a reason which God hasn’t revealed to me as yet.

I live alone, but she’s here when I need to see her—far away from trouble.

My life is dangerous. So, it’s best to chill and catch a vibe with her here.

I wouldn’t want anyone to know that she’s my weakness—somewhat.

Spanish Town is my hometown. That’s where I’m usually at.

Here in Beverly Hills, I get to temporarily escape and reset.

The fact that even now, after giving Talia the best sex of her life for the—hundredth time, I still can’t get Sara out of my head. A wonder if a really her name dat or she just a tell mi dat. Mi know females like give out fake name enuh.

I shake my head, staring down at nothing in particular. Mi even cum in har. Much faster than I usually would at that. All because of a single thought of a ooman yuh barely know. Dis serious dawg.

I was really thinking that maybe I liked Talia differently— or love, if it reach desso. Wouldn’t know still, cause mi nuh know nutt’n bout dat. Just drugs... girls are drugs...

Talia hugs me from behind and pecks my neck on her tip toes. I suck in a breath, staring fixedly at the city before me. Her strawberry aroma envelops us.

“Mi amor,” she starts massaging my shoulders.

“Dame beso.”

I turn to kiss her. She’s smiling seductively, partially covered in a sheer robe which she leaves open to flaunt her tempting, almost nude, body.

So of course I reach for one of her full breasts that’s struggling to stay inside the flimsy bralette she’s wearing.

That’s what she wants, right? An idea seems to come to her.

Her eyes has that familiar glint, that I’ve gotten to know so well.

“Carino, espera, déjame conseguir algo,” she says and saunters inside. (Baby wait, let me get something.)

I exhale and turn to the balcony. My mind is overwhelmed, Sara running circles in it. I want to know more about her and I’m not gonna stop until I—My phone cuts my thoughts off when it rings. It’s Gutta. I swipe the screen and lift it to my ear.

“Yow?”

“Mi see your girl enuh,” Of course I told Gutta to keep an eye on her. “She deh a dead yard but... ”

“But wah?” I ask on edge.

“She a talk to the bwoy Trevor, wah mi fi do?” he asks. My eyebrows knit together, jaw clenching involuntarily. I didn’t even notice my hard grip around the rail til’ now.

“Wah?”

“Babe,” Talia’s voice calls from behind me. I look at her. She gives me a wine glass, her eyes aren’t leaving my phone. Mi nuh inna the mood fi none a this enuh. She pours out the D’usse.

“That’s yours,” she purrs and gets behind me. I feel her soft cheeks against my back as she snakes her arms around my torso. Inwardly, I hiss.

“Mi a fawud,” I exhale and turn to her, she releases me. Her eyes stare into mine pleadingly. It doesn’t faze me. “I have to leave now.”

She grips my Ralph Lauren underwear, closing the space between us. Slowly, gliding her hand upwards against my tattooed chest. My eyes follow her hand movements until I meet her gaze. She sinks her teeth in her bottom lip, looking up at me through thick lashes.

“?Quieres otra ronda, Papi?” she gently bites the rim of the cup, her eyes piercing through me. (Do you want another round Papi?)

I move her hand gently, lifting her chin upwards. Her eyes dilate, flickering with gold.

“I have an emergency,” I say close to her face, our lips barely touching.

“You do?” She questions. It’s clear from her tone that she is peeved. I lightly squeeze her cheek, lean into her and place a kiss on her lips. “What’s the emergency?” she questions the moment I move back and sip the drink.

“What could that be?” her mexican accent thick. “Pinches!” she throws her hands in the air. Her grave stare is intensifying.

“Some business issues,” I walk inside, ignoring her tantrum as she argues behind me, whilst tying the knot on her robe. I grab my shorts and a white marina before I walk out, quickly putting on my black Desert Clarks, a white tees in my hand.

“You’re a lying ass nigga!” She says and I glare at her.

She grows quiet immediately. Then she sits, on the bed trying her hardest to convince me. Not with words, but with her puppy dog eyes. My father warned me about that so it nuh faze me.

“?Por qué te has rido cuando estás aquí conmigo?” her voice gentle.(Why you have to go when you’re here with me?)

“Mi a go come back,” I lie. Maybe tomorrow but I can’t make it here tonight.

“Make sure,” she wipes her tears. “Don’t make me cry.”

“Nah make that happen,” I lie again. The kiss I place on her lips elicits a moan from her. She holds me as I pull back, her eyes darken with carnalities.

“Talia mi affi le— ”

“Okay, come back home soon.” She releases me.

“I am waiting because we have a big day tomorrow,” she continues. Big day? She notices my incognizance and starts arguing again— this time, solely in Spanish.

That’s when you know she’s mad. I ignore her completely. “Nickoi,” she comes in my view.

“Yes?” I meet her gaze.

“Don’t tell me you forgot about my father’s club opening!” Jah know mi never member, and after this, I still wont remember, and I won’t try to. “Yeah I did,” I say simply. Her eyes narrowing at me once more. The most miserable woman weh mi have.

“Later Talia.”

“Adios papi, te amo,” she says and I walk out. I pull the tees over my head, jump in the Audi and drive out.

ZARA

I stand there for a while in my thoughts, that guy was long gone. I turn, my phone lights up again. My lockscreen brought me back... I need to change it. It’s kind of a thirst trap. I unlock my phone and change it to a default. Nah... I change it back to a random selfie.

A shuffle behind me makes me snap around, just in time to see two men in front of me. “Excuse me..” I push pass them. My senses heighten. Energy never lie. Their intention is far from good. They block me off. Jesus...

“A nice girl like you nuh know seh you cya ina dark alone?” The short one asks. The taller one grabs me. I attempt to scream but he covers my mouth. “Hey gyal shut up.” Look how mi run the boy! Oh God.

“Let mi guh!” I scream, the music much louder. They manage to pull me away without anyone realizing. A so mi really aguh dead??

“Is a sexy gyal dis,” they beam. I scream louder but it’s muffled. At least try! Mi nah guh out so easy. The shorter one puts a powdery substance in his palm and cover my nose. I slap his hand away, my head getting light.

“Yow leggo the girl!” I hear Bux again. They snap around, startled. He pulls out a gun, pointing at them and they run off. He’s glaring at the dark. I sniffle, staring at him hard. My legs weak. Why does this seem... orchestrated?

He steps closer. I flinch. At this point... not even him mi nuh trust. “Tell yuh say you cyaa’ in a the dark by yourself enuh,” even his voice sounds off.

“Thank... you,” I choke out. Whatever powder they had is making me disoriented. I need to get to Gavin before something bad happens to me.

“Come make me bring yuh over the house,” his hand stretching for me. I stare at it. Feet glued down to the ground. I don’t trust him. I don’t trust penis people.

No sooner than I catch my breath, we are surrounded by a familiar gang.

Pullovers, guns in their hands like prize possessions and a fineeeee ass man as their leader.

Bux’s eyes pop wide at their arrival, holding his hands up; then my eyes land on him, dressed in a white tees and Nautica shorts.

.. Desert Clarks. Everyweh mi a see him!

“Bwoy Trevor weh you a do round eh man woman?” Bigz asks Bux—I mean Trevor? You a him woman, since when? And this is Trevor?!

He notices the dried up tear marks and steps closer, forcing me to step back. “Wah’m to har?” he demands, his voice raspy. In a swift motion, Trevor is in the air. Bigz has his hand closing around his throat.

“Two boys tried to drug me... and he helped... me,” I say softly. I’m trying to stop them from hurting Trevor.

“Wah?” The leader asks icily. He immediately orders his men to find them. They scurry away. How are they gonna know who to find? He is so unreasonable.

“Nick, mi have the money but it nuh on me,” Trevor says in a worried tone. I feel so bad for him.

“Please Nick,” I repeat the name. “Don’t hurt him.” He lets go of him.

“Keep the money and gwaan.” Trevor runs off. His eyes then turn to me and I look away. Ooou... scary. He steps closer to me, using his thumb to wipe my tears. Watch ya!

“Fawud,” he says, and I follow him. He leads me toward a white Audi. Another expensive car? Weh him do? I think you know...

But... I don’t want to jump to conclusions, so I need to ask. I get in the passenger seat and he slides in beside me. Damn.

Even though I’m terrified and the last thing that should be on my mind is this man’s scent, I can’t help myself. What a bwoy smell goood! Jeeeez. We are both silent. The only sound I’m hearing is our breathing.

“Did they hurt you?” he asks.