Page 13 of Not My Type (Not My Type #1)

Zara

Who the hell gets horny for a man they barely know?

Pfft. Me, of course. I can’t even enjoy my food in peace without thinking salaciously.

Jesus! What a day to be having bad dawgs for lunch, with this humongous sausage dripping with mayonnaise.

It makes me wonder what it’s like in his pants. Look weh your mind gone.

I can’t help it. With a sigh, I take a bite of the bad dawg. The cheese and mayonnaise messily spread across my lips, reminding me of... No Zara, this serious.

I wipe my lips. He’s plaguing my mind. There’s so much I’m curious about. I’m ashamed to say. I’m wondering about his size. I mean, there’s a theory that tall men are gifted and well endowed—and he’s very tall. Omg!

I don’t usually think like this, but after that intimacy in his car, the way he makes me do the unthinkable and think with my coochie?

I can’t recover. No man has ever done that to me.

I’m left intrigued and I’m very fascinated by his aura too.

Plus, there’s this unquenchable desire that I feel for him.

I don’t understand it, neither can I control it.

Is it because he’s not my type? Is that why it creates this thrill that weirdly gets me excited?

I lean forward and sip my drink, now thinking about his question. I’m still in disbelief that I’m considering dating a bad man. But he’s so irresistible— it’s actually crazy.

“Ms. Williams, can I have a word with you?” I look up from my food at Mrs. Adams.

“Of course,” I smile innocently.

After those thoughts, I’m wondering about us, the girl in my head is traumatized. So dramatic. Inwardly, I laugh. He makes me curious about myself. I’m left wondering if I even know myself, just because of these wild thoughts. You want him to fulfill your sexual desires?

I smile unaffected, turning my focus to Mrs. Adams. “Sorry for interrupting your lunch,” she says with and apologetic smile.

You mean, sorry for interrupting your food-gasm, the queen in my head smirks.

“That’s fine,” I laugh. It really is.

“I’m dropping off this folder. It has an essay question I want you to assign the students this afternoon,” she place it on the desk.

“Okay,” I nod.

When I’m alone, his question plagues my mind... I still need time to think about my decision, because there’s a lot I’ll have to adjust to and it won’t be easy.

“Ms. Williams,” I look up to see Jordane. He noisily pulls out a chair and sits down, apologizing as he does so. “Hey... ahh–Jordane?” I pretend to not remember his name; knowing damn well who he is and who his brother is.

He’s smiling. “Which school you used to go?” is his question.

“Which school do you think I went to?” I decide to challenge him, with a warm smile of course. He’s probably asking for his brother’s sake. “Well uumm... ” he strokes his goatee with his eyes narrowed.

“You kinda seem like an Andrews’ girl.” I laugh to myself. Why do people always assume that?

“Why?” I must ask.

A beautiful smile paints his face as he blushes.What’s going on here? You see if I laugh?

“Cause... ” he chuckles. “A just the vibe weh me get yuh zi mi?”

Hmm. “Okay... ” I nod before I say, “St. Hugh’s is my alma mater.”He stretches his legs, thinking deeply then he says. “Fair enough.”

Seconds before the bell rings, I encourage the students to complete their essays for class tomorrow, then I let them say their grace so they can leave in time.

“See you guys tomorrow, same place, same time!”

I smile sweetly as they leave, waving and saying goodbyes. I feel a little tired. Mrs. Adams must’ve been really busy, because she didn’t accompany me for my afternoon classes. The last time we spoke was at noon, during lunch break.

My phone vibrates. Had it not been in my hand, I would have never seen this call.

I had it on silent mode the entire day, because for some strange reason, its when I’m in a professional setting that everyone wants to call.

When I’m free? not a soul nuh call my phone!

It’s Suzanne, one of my batchmates. “Hey,” I smile even though she can’t see me.

“Hey Zara, I’m just reminding you about Kelsey’s baby shower.”

Oh shoot! I forgot. “When is it?” I feel so bad.

“This Wednesday, wear blue and don’t forget to get her a gift,” she reminds me.

“I’m gonna get it today before I forget again,” I breathe out and hear her chuckle on the other line.

“Alright hun, bye.”

“Yeah,” I hang up. As I amble towards the gate, I can’t help wondering to myself. What am I gonna get Kelsey?

Short man smiles at me. “I didn’t see you when I got here this morning,” I say more like a question.

He’s ecstatic that I’m speaking to him. “Mi reach late this morning,” he replies, his smile seemingly permanent.

“Okay,” I mutter, feeling as his eyes follow me through the gate. I sigh to myself. Then, he speaks again, forcing me to stop.

“Your real hair curly and nice mon,” he compliments. I still had it in the low ponytail, I didn’t change the style.

“Thank you,” I run my hand through my hair, feeling myself. As I should.

If a nuh lace wig some girl cya look good!

When I see the traffic, I mentally groan. What the actual hell is this? Mi hate this fimi self. I heave yet another sigh before I spot a familiar white Audi. Deja Vu.

Who dat?

Jordane nice brother? Him same one.

He blows the horn, a way of calling me and I slowly walk towards the car. The window winds down immediately. “Hi Zara,” he smiles, he’s having another shrimp snack. I drag my eyes up to his face. What a bwoy sweet mon!

He unlocks the door. I open it and hop in. The air conditioner is ice cold, making my body shiver. He smirks and presses the button, winding up the window just before he adjusts the air conditioner. So considerate.

“Good evening and thank you,” I smile, my words slip out smooth like velvet. He licks his lips, melting me with his stare. Why him look so... sexy? Jesus!

He’s clad in a white tees, black denim jeans, gun handle jutting from his waist and a pair of Desert Clarks on his feet. His arm tattoos distract me. They’re interesting. He’s interesting. The fact that he’s so thug and I feel so comfortable around him— alone, at that intrigues me.

I sigh faintly and spot a banger phone sitting in the center console and a gun.

All my life I’ve been telling myself that I’d never associate myself with a scammer, or a Don, much less breathe the same air as one.

It’s just too risky for me, but here I am, in a car with a man who’s clearly of that caliber.

My thoughts jab at me, causing me to sigh deeply with my hand pressing against my jaw and my eyes fixed outside.

“Zara, it look like you’re an overthinker enuh,” I hear him say. It’s crazy how observant he is. It’s true, but I don’t admit it. Instead, I smile coyly.

“You good?”

Why is he so handsome? Whew. God spent quality time on him.

His stare is so intense, it’s as if, his eyes aren’t gonna leave me anytime soon, making me kinda nervous.

I tap the screen of my phone. It lights up with my favorite selfie.

He studies it for a moment before he meets my gaze without saying a word—he’s studying me.

I feel naked as my skin burns under his stare.

“Should I repeat myself?” his voice is husky this time around.

“I’m good,” I reply, my voice sweet.“Stop lie to me.”

His tone sends a tingling sensation between my thighs. I stare in his eyes, longer than I should. When his steely expression gets unbearable, I start blushing.

“I’m just thinking of stuff at home,” is the best lie I could come up with. Really Zara?

I don’t want to offend him with the truth.

Don’t get me wrong, he’s drop dead handsome.

The type you have to stare at, utterly dumbstruck with a kaleidoscope of butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

To top that off, he has money, no doubt about that, an impeccable sense of style and undeniable charisma.

Still, I’d feel ashamed to tell my family I’m talking to him.

“You’re waiting on your brother?” I ask when I notice his silence. No answer. Him brite eeh?

“Him link mi, say him soon fawud,” he finally answers and I lean my head against the window with a soft sigh.

My mind is overwhelmed with thoughts from that night. He was so ruthless, it’s crazy how normal he is right now. I look at him again, just in time to meet his stare.

“Wah’m Zara?” he questions, with his eyebrows raised.

Oh, Great. “Nothing,” I say in a nonchalant tone.

He chuckles and shakes his head. My eyes roam him.

Am I doing the right thing entertaining this?

I’m worried about what Gavin will think, I already know that Sash would love to hear this.

Mama woulda faint. Mommy would be disappointed. I have to keep this to myself.

The back door opens, and I turn to see Jordane getting in. His eyes are on his brother, face bearing a gleaming smile. I immediately feel awkward. I’m his teacher and... Just breathe Zara, the voice in my head coaxes.

“Good evening, Ms. Williams,” Jordane greets. Nick and I turn to respond to him. He has a stupid smile on his face. Ugh!

Nick looks at me with an unreadable expression. “What?” I inquire.

“Seatbelt,” he tells me and I pull it across me.

He drives off shortly after, just as he did when I was speaking with Gary. I instinctively hold onto the seat. Why him drive like this? Nosah!

The Audi maneuvers through Monk Street, as Queen Inna The Deck resonates throughout the car.

It’s my second time seeing him vibing to Masicka—he must be his favorite artist. I avert my focus to the scenery outside, and look down at my lap shyly when his raspy voice starts singing along.

The lewd lyrics are so... soothing, surprisingly. Whew.

“... gi’ it weh me kill you, better act wise, grab di mic nuh stop voice, yah di star me top prize,” he sings. His voice is low, sounding akin to a whisper. Yet, it’s so pleasing. Omg!

I stare through the window, pondering over what I should get for Kelsey— I can’t even focus. The huskiness of his voice, the lyrics, the aura, Jordane in the back. Oh lord, send help! At this point, his brother thinks that we’re in a relationship. I’m sure. And? Inwardly, I roll my eyes.

“I’m stopping at LOJ Plaza, I’m getting something for a friend,” I tell him.

He turns the volume down but doesn’t respond.

I finally think of buying Kelsey a few pieces of nursing sleepwear and baby accessories.

When we get to the shopping centre on Burke Road, he parks.

.. rather than dropping me off. He’s willing to wait?

He must not know how indecisive I am— I mean, he wouldn’t know, but I’m the type to spend an hour in that store and still leave empty handed.

“I... mi might stay long in there,” I make sure to tell him.

Jordane chimes in. “We will wait,” he smirks. I look back at Nickoi. “Do your thing and fawud mon, I’m taking you home,” he tells me. Of course, Jordane is beaming in the back. Him think him slick?

I look at them while fishing through my bag for my purse. “Okay, I’m gonna try to not be indecisive today cause I don’t want to have you guys waiting too long.” I feel the embossed material in the bottom and retrieve it.

“Okay,” Jordane nods.

Nick on the other hand, doesn’t respond. I hate that about him. Why him so rude? A miself mi a talk to? Tsk!

I get out of the frigid car, instantly graced by the scorchingly hot sun. This is a recipe for catching flu. It might not be the case, according to experts, but it makes me sick. Key word— me. Or mi system just weak?

Anywho, I decide to get Kelsey two nightgowns— blue and white, both made from silk material, baby clothes and a set with baby bottles. I join the line.

“What a girl nice mon,” a voice says to me and I snap my head around. He looks like someone’s Grand Uncle. Instantly, my blood runs cold. “You deh yer with somebody?” he asks with a smile.

“Yes, she nuh wah talk to you,” Nick speaks. Jesus! Where did he come from?

The man is startled, he doesn’t even make eye contact with him— nor does he try to retaliate. Clearly, he knows who he’s dealing with. I notice everyone is looking at him especially the girls, acting like groupies— staring at him flirtatiously, while distastefully shooting their shot.

As a hot gyal, I would never. I find myself cringing at the conversation around us as the lady cashes Kelsey’s gifts. I shift my weight to my next leg, totally irritated. Overhearing them being thirsty makes me ashamed to be a female.

“A Prezi dat enuh!”

“Look how di man nice.”

“Unuh shut up nuh! Afta unuh cya get him!”

I pay for my stuff and he holds my hand and we leave. Lordt. Look how him a mek the gyal dem hate me!