Page 18 of Not My Type (Not My Type #1)

Nickoi

I watch as Talia’s father makes his opening speech. As he continues to gloat about his success I walk to the back.

“Thank you all for coming!” Pfft. I drown him out. Mi nuh wah hear no more o’ him stupid speech.

I call Gutta — he answers on the first ring. “Yuh nuh see Zara, mi nuh hear from har,” I tell him. She not even a’ answer man call.

“She deh pon har base mon,” he tells me.

“Ah, so everything good differently?” I question, referring to our block and the business.

“Everything good mi killa, wi lock the place fi yuh enuh mi Gad,” Gutta retorts.

“Ah, respect,” I say and spot Talia approaching me. Without a second thought, I wrap up the call, sliding my phone in my pocket.

She smiles sweetly. “Hey papi!” she yells over the music and crouches over so that she can whisper to me. She wraps her arms around my neck. The same way Zara did. Jah know.

She pecks my lips before she moves to my ear. “Let’s go on the roof,” she whispers seductively.

She laces our hands together and turn, leading us up the flight of stairs to the roof. I bite my lip at her ass — so round and perfect. Yet, Zara’s is better. I breathe, pushing that thought to the back of my head.

Yea dawg, bill... The night breeze hits my face the moment I step on the roof. Talia releases my hand and ambles over to the railings — staring down. I walk behind her, hugging her from behind. I sniff her hair, it smells like strawberries. A must the hair products weh har hairdresser use. Muss.

I place my hands on the railings, trapping her between me. “Hmm,” she hums in satisfaction. I lean closer and peck her cheek.

“Nick baby you ever think of us having a little me or you?” She asks and my hands tighten around the rail. First, she was nauseous. Now this?!

“You pregnant?” I ask, not so happy. I don’t like children. She turns around facing me and I move my hands. Her lips now painted with a tight-lipped smile.

“No baby I’m not,”

Oh, thank God. Cya’ manage dat right now.

“You wouldn’t be happy?” she looks up under her lashes, her face holds an unreadable expression. “If I was?”

I sigh. “I’m not ready.”

Too much foolishness a gwaan in a mi life.

“Yes...but if I was...you know? pregnant... what would you do?” she repeats. She really nah give up eeh?

“Mi would a be there for you enuh but mi nah lie still, it wouldn’t be easy,” I tell her, honestly. Pitney a never part of my plan though. Not even a ooman.

“Okay, that’s my papi,” she hugs me before she kisses my lips and I pull her closer to me.

So you a gwaan... u nuh member Zara? My vibe broke instantaneously. Mi nuh know how mi a go deal with this enuh, when mi have feelings fi two ooman at the same time and possibly like one more. Jah Jah.

“Is everything okay papi?” she asks before she taps the sofa. “Sit baby.” I smile at her.

“Me good Talia,” I sit and she gets on my lap.

“Talk to me...” she runs her fingers through my hair.

“As mi say before mi good,” I meet her eyes. A waiter approaches us and she averts her attention to him.

“Oh, hi Martin,” she smiles and I watch her while rocking my legs. One look at him and I can tell he’s brittle. He looks like he’d shit his pants anytime soon. Why though? I’m on my best behavior. “I want D’usse,” she orders and I smile to myself. She loves D’usse.

“W-what about you sir?” I lean my head looking at him. My eyes narrow then I notice that he steps away. He’s too nervous, giving off weird vibe. A who him?

“Hennessy,” I decide to let it go.

Talia gives me a vibe but it’s nothing compared to how I feel when Zara is around. Mi nuh know a wah she a do different but she a win and she have me a think fi do things weh mi never imagine mi would a do. She’s like a drug and she d’evu know it.

“?Carino, no estás escuchando!” Talia scowls with her brows pull together.

(Baby you are not listening!)

“What’s up?” I ask and she hands me the Hennessy. When did he even get back with it?

I take it from her. “Thanks.”

“I’m asking if you’re coming?” I’m bewildered.

Wah she a talk bout? I look at her confused and she rolls her eyes at me.

“What are you thinking about, huh!?” her voice raises, eyebrows furrow as her eyes pierce through me.

I rub my head as if I’m having a headache. “Mi a have a headache mon, is like mi deh ya and mi nuh deh ya,” I lie. Her expression shifting from anger to concern. I smirk slightly, still rubbing my temple. She did on to me a while a go, man did affi use up the chappa skills.

She takes the Hennessy from me. “Then don’t drink baby, I’m gonna get some water for you,” she gets up then she enters the bar.

I take a gulp from the Hennessy quickly before she comes back. She returns with a bottle of water and a pill. “What do you normally take when you’re having headache babe?”

“Just water,” I lie.

She gives me the water bottle and I gulp it. She sits on the chair beside me. Staring in concern, “What else would you like baby?” she questions and I shrug.

“I’m feeling a little better now,” I say, trying to wrap up this act.

“Give me a kiss,” she leans in and pecks my lips.

“Wah yaw seh now b?” I have no clue.

“Quiero saber si vienes a Tulum conmigo,” her voice gentle. Jah kno’ youth. Like mi affi go lie again.

(I want to know if you’re coming to Tulum with me.)

“To my abuela,” she adds.

“Mi have some business fi deal with so mi nuh think mi can mek it,” I tell her. She continues to beg me.

“Mi cya go mek it babes... believe me,” I tell her and she finally gives up.

“Okay,” she says defeated. “Guess I’m gonna miss you for three days.”

“FaceTime mi babes, I’m always here for you enuh,” I feed her lies.

“Awww. I love you,” she coos, then her father walks up to us.

My hands are grasping her ass cheeks. He looks down at my hands for a second or two. I don’t move them. He then meets my stare not so pleased.

“Hi daddy,” she beams and stands to her feet. That’s when my hand moves. If she never move it would remain there. Nah move it fi please him.

“Nickoi,” he says sternly but he doesn’t faze me. Actually, no one does.

I give him one of my killer side eyes. He looks at Talia. “Nathalia love, give daddy a minute with Nickoi,” he says to her, glaring at me.

“Dad?” she says knowingly.

“It’ll be brief.”

“Me nuh like yuh either enuh big man,” I say to him the moment Talia walks away. He chuckles walking around me.

“Which is good.” I stroke my beard. Mi no wah no man a circle me enuh. I rest my hand on my waist — on top of my Glock.

“Easy young ma—” he starts saying, but I interrupt him.

“Wah yuh wah? Talk fast,” my voice steely. I don’t do small talks with people I don’t rate.

“I just want to make something clear,” he tells me. I straighten my Dior shirt, more cognizant than ever before.

One wrong move and mi turn him inna duppy.

“Wah dat now big man?” I ask annoyed.

“Liyah is my only daughter and I know that she loves you... so I don’t want you to do anything to hurt her. I want you to take care of her,” he says and I nod, trying to stay professional.

“Clear?” I hate his tone. No man nah deal wid mi so. Him know me?

It’s my time to chuckle. “So mi nah tek care of yuh daughter?” I face him, slightly towering over him.

“What I mean is those girls that you have all over the place you need to cut them off and don’t hurt my daughter,” like him likkle life a tickle him. I laugh rudely.

Man yah kno’ who him a dealid? “Big man mi no wah nuh man a watch me,” I glare at him. If looks could kill, he’d be six feet deep. I could give him a head shot cause I’m eager to use this glock on him.

He narrows his gaze — ‘challenging’ me. “I have eyes and ears everywhere,” he states and so do I.

I could laugh at his ignorance. Or the ol’ bwoy a try play smart? “Just stay inna yuh lane cause mi nuh 3 do di ranting thing. Mi get to the point,” I coldly say. “Yuh zimi?”

“Gangster much,” he teases.

“We badness anuh talking enuh and it no stop yasso, but a me and yuh daughter deh so a she me a deal wid. As long as yuh wul yuh own, mi good,” I tell him, he nods.

“As long as you stay loyal to my daughter,” I start laughing. Hear d mon.

“Dad that’s two minutes and another minute from my baby is torturing,” Talia heels clanking closer. I smirk at him.

He’s in a huff whenever she speaks to me in this manner.

“Just make sure you do what I say,” he grits his teeth and I chuckle.

“?Para!”

Talia walks behind us. “Stop whatever is happening between you two!”

Her dad looks at her. “Everything is good Mija.”

Feeling a little petty, I grab her throat aggressively and press a kiss on her lips. I meet her father’s raging eyes. He exhales and storms off the roof .