Page 26 of Not My Type (Not My Type #1)

Zara

The doorbell rings and I look away from the television. I hop off the stool and amble towards the door. When I open it, I see the security and a stout woman. She has two bags in her hands.

“Hi,” I greet sweetly.

She’s someone I know from Instagram. The plug for the influencers’ trendy pieces.

“You nice eeh? Chro, the Don wife mon, wah me expect?” she smiles and I welcome her inside.

“I’ll get back to work now,” Joe informs me. “Close the door.”

I offer a smile and close the door before I shift my attention to the lady.

“Mi have the bikinis for you and I brought some other one’s if yuh change yuh mind cause mi know how us ladies indecisive,” she giggles.

“Right, cause I’m indecisive when I want to be,” I say and move closer.

“Hear deh,” she mutters.

I don’t really know her but I like her already. She has a bubbly spirit.

“Nick say you order this with the sheer cover up but we are out of stock,”my face drops. I hate disappointments.

Quickly, I mask it and move closer to see what else she has. “Let me see these ones.” They’re nice— but not what I’m looking for.

“Is a pastel theme event?” She asks, and for a second, I’m lost. Wah she mean? Maybe she thinks that you’re going at a pastel themed party.

“No, it’s not an event. I just want a bikini to wear in the pool,” I laugh.

“Oh, so the color no matter,” she says more to herself before she pulls out a blue bikini.

I don’t like it. My eyes find a gold bikini. “Let me see that,” I point at it and she hands it to me.

“Yuh like deh one yer?” Her smile, so pretty. “It’s sexy enuh.”

“I don’t mind,” I beam, admiring the bikini. “This is the one.”

“Anything you say enuh baby. Gwan go dazzle the Don eyes,” she jokes. I laugh sheepishly.

“Alright baby love, Nick already pay fi it.”

“Alright then, thank you!” I nod.

After we’re through, I follow her out then I get dressed. It’s really sexy. I turn, looking at my ass in the mirror. Mama would faint if she sees me in this bikini—I’m partially naked.

Well, a yuh man yaad yuh deh! Nuhn nuh wrong.

That thought causes me to shrug as I walk towards the island. I pick up the lemon beer and take a sip. Bay top a top liquor deh here and yuh tek a lemon beer. Mad gyal.

I walk to the pool and rest the beer on the edge and slowly get in the water. It’s freezing cold. I swim to the other side of the pool, splashing the water. Then I sit on the edge, in deep thought. It’s funny how I’m alone in the pool and mentally alone too. You got me, nuh worry yourself.

I chuckle at my subconscious with a shake of my head.

At this point, anybody would think I’m going crazy.

I left my phone in the living room so that I could avoid my mother’s calls.

She wants to argue and I’ve already made my decision.

I can’t take the uncalled-for arguments.

Yes dem claim seh yuh disappoint them... we get it. Get over it.

I laugh out again. Good thing a me one deh yer enuh.

I take another swim, this time I’m relaxing. Then I move to the edge for a mouthful of beer. A gasp leaves my lips when I see Nickoi approaching me.

I can’t help the beautiful smile that paints my lips.

“You took... long,” I point out and he only smiles.

I understand that he isn’t much of a talker, but is this how he’s gonna be with me? I like to talk.

A you want bad man. Dem nuh love talk, the girl in my head says, sounding like Sash.

He quirks an eyebrow as he scans my body. I blush and look away from him checking me out intensely.

“So why you choose this one?” I can’t decipher if he’s pleased or not.

“Wah yuh think?” I meet his lustful stare. He tilts his head and licks his lips.

“A cya’ you a the good girl who teach at St. Jago. It’s like yuh wan’ sup’m gwaan right now,” his voice raspy.

I stare up at him under my lashes.

“You cya’ wear this go nowhere but around me still,” he leans in and slaps my ass from the side, while I’m sitting.

The strong Dior he’s wearing tickles my nose as he leans over and slaps my ass for the second time.

My eyes drop to his red Polo shorts, dropped below his plaid Ralph Lauren underwear.

There’s something about the way he wears his clothes. So sexy.

I spot that bulg—and my whole body fires up.

I try to look away, but his eyes pin me in place.

Bold. Hungry. Our lips hover, inches apart, and the air?

Heavy. Charged. The way he’s looking at me?

Like he’s already tasted me—and wants more.

Jesus! I have to focus on something else—anything else.

His brand of choice happens to be the perfect distraction. Why is he always in polo?

Him muss be an ambassador fi polo.

I chuckle softly and try to get back in the pool.

He grabs my arm. I’m forced to a halt. I turn to him, staring in his eyes.

Then he grips the flimsy string in my ass and pulls at it with his bottom lip trapped between his teeth.

His eyes, filled with carnalities. It pricks my skin the moment he releases it.

“Ow,” I whine, but it sounds more like a moan.

Of course, he’s staring at me like he’s starving.

I push him off, trying to play it cool, but before I can get away, he pulls me right back in.

His hug is slow, sensual, and damn near makes me lose my mind.

His hands start roaming, and my whole body lights up.

Whew. My clit is jumping in ecstasy. When he pulls at my thong, it grips at my folds, putting pressure on my most sensitive bundle of nerves.

It’s almost as if he’s playing with it. With me.

I feel like he’s cognizant of that too. It’s evident in the way he’s staring at me as if I’m a prey who he’s eager to devour.

He’s so tall—and smells so delicious. I wrap my arms around him, smiling against his tees. Watch cute ova yasso!

“That yuh get when yuh wear them thing yer round me,” he whispers.

He knows.

“Know yuh feel it mon, but you nuh feel nuh’n yet.”

I feel him run his palms against the skin of my ass.

He glides his big hands against my smooth globes in a circular motion, before he gives them a harsh slap.

I jerk forward with a laugh. When I look up at him, his eyes are half lidded, fixed on my body.

I smile smugly. I know my body is a work of art!

‘Put that on my own Mama… on my hooddd… I look flyyyyy… I look gooddd!’

He palms his bulge before shaking his head. “Jah know.” His eyes drop to my gold thong. They’re telling me exactly what he wants.

“Talk to me nuh,” I encourage, my eyes glinting with lust. Is this me, Zara Williams? It is. And I’m astonished by my behavior. You just needed a gangster to unleash your demons.

I look at the big, empty mansion before meeting his stare. “I can moan as loud and as long as I want.”

His stare shifts from being sexy to being straight up intimidating. This is the Bad man rizz? I seeeeee.

There’s something about his steely stare. I blush. Wah dis mi a do to miself? I could run right now.

“You sure Zara?” he asks, his eyes are still barely open.

“Aum... ” Watch har a ketch har fraid.

I glance around before I meet his stare again. “Why you ask if mi sure?” I ask hesitantly.

“Cause,” he heaves a sigh. “Honestly, mi still have some leftover anger in me from earlier. It make me drink up a lot of Henny and smoke a few spliff before mi drop a yuh foot.”

“So?” I prompt, sounding so naively confused.

“Don’t bother feel man a reject you enuh,” he tells me.

“So, what is it then?” I ask, eyes curious. He just stares, silence fills the space between us, only heat in his gaze.

“Mi ago ruff cause of the anger, yuh zi mi?”

I raise a brow at him. “Okay,” I say, unconvinced.

I turn, feeling like a total—I don’t even know. I offered sex and he’s... he’s... rejecting me? Mi wah go a mi yard. Shame a kill mi!

“Zara,” he calls and I face him.

“Mi know how yuh stay enuh, mi nah reject yuh. Yuh nuh see how man stand up stiff fi yuh?”

I let out a breath I didn’t know I had been holding in. “Then why you a use that as excuse, bout you a go ruff? Which woman want soft man?” I hiss. “Me lef mi ex cause of that. Me could a deh back with him, but a nuh that mi want.”

I am not a fragile little flower. I am a woman. A strong willed, determined woman who always gets what she wants. And right now?

“Wah you want?” he asks huskily, breaking my train of thought.

“Me deh with a badman now of course me want yuh ruff,” my words sound unfamiliar. I’m impressed.

“I’m trying to be free and not just live,” I admit. “I’m always laid back, I want to be alive. That’s why I chose this.”

He grabs my throat and I stare in his eyes.

“Make me be real with yuh,” he starts. “When me say me a go ruff, me mean barbarously. It’s like, to how mi feel right now.

.. Mi just wah cum. Mi go deh release mi stress in a yuh and a hurt yuh in the process.

” He runs his free hand through his plaits as he tries to find the right words.

“Mi know you a put effort in a this, so you a expect an amazing first time. And as much as mi just wah carry yuh in a mi house and lock yuh down, til all a morning yuh still a cum, mi want it special, mi want make love to yuh,” he asserts, his voice genuine.

“Okay,’’ I nod. “I understand.”

“You sure?” he tilts his head.

I surprise myself with what I do next. I step closer, my hand sliding down to cup his bulge. It’s there. Solid. Heavy. And now we’re both holding our breath. It big eeeh? Jesus!

“I want you to make love to me; so if yuh just ago release stress inna me now just fi cum, I’ll wait.” I say with the cutest smile.

“Aite big batty,” he slaps it and releases my throat.

He smirks at me as he sits down on the lounge chair. He takes out a Hennessy from the box and place the bottle beside him before he opens a small Fanny pack. What’s in the bag? I swim to the surface, resting my arms on the edge for support as my leering eyes observes his every move.