Page 35 of Not My Type (Not My Type #1)

Zara

I open my eyes when I hear my phone ringing. I move my hand sleepily around the bed, searching for my phone. The room is a little dark, making it hard for me to find it.

Mi hope yuh know say a Mama a call. Mi know mon.

I push up my body and an unfamiliar pain shoots through me.

My face flushes as I get flashbacks of what we did last night.

I move the comforter and Nickoi stirs. He’s still sleeping.

Mi not even a hear the phone again. I attempt to get off the bed so I can turn the light on, and it rings again.

Mama mean business when she say she a wake you enuh.

I find it at the bottom of the bed. “Mama?” I slowly get off the bed and wince. My leg aches.

“Good morning, Zara a almost 6 o’ clock and yuh woulda dead if you would a answer the phone,” I laugh awkwardly once she says that.

A tired she tired out Mama, my subconscious jokes.

I smile to myself. “I’m gonna have to hurry,” I switch the light on.

“Yes, yuh betta,” she says. I can tell she’s eating. Mama eva’ a eat early.

“What you eating?” I ask, breath catching as my eyes lock with Nickoi’s. He’s staring at my naked body, locked in a trance, his gaze low—almost as if he’s glaring. But I know better. That’s just how he is.

My face flushes. His eyes then move from my lower body to my face, lip tucked between his teeth. Watch him...

I start feeling uneasy, maybe because I’m typically so shy and I behaved so wildly last night. Well, now it’s time to face it.

“You hearing me Zara?” Mama asks. Shoot, what did she say?

“Um... yeah,” I tell her.

“Zara... you seem distracted, get ready for work and then you call mi,” she says before she hangs up.

I meet his stare again. He props up on his elbow, with the sexiest expression on his face. “What?” I blush.

“A you me a meds,” his voice raspy.

“What exactly?” I ask, opening my bag. Just to avoid his stare.

“Nothing much. Just that you surprise me,” he says before he takes up his phone. I surprised myself too. This is so awkward.

“Mi have some things fi deal with today so mi a leave early,” he rolls off the bed and pull on his Ralph Lauren underwear, then picks up his phone again.

I narrow my eyes at him. Why do I get a feeling that he’s lying? What is he dealing with? It seems like ‘mi a go deal wid business’ is his go–to lie.

“What?” I look at him. “I know that it’s drugs... but what exactly you doing today? You a go deliver drugs? What?” I ask a little irritated.

He’s caught off guard by my questions. “Why yuh nuh relax?” he asks me. Hmm, looks like him never really have nutt’n in mind.

“Nickoi from we deh,” I stand up. “Yuh ever lie to me about anything? And nuh bother lie to me, just be honest.” he drops his gaze and smiles. Red flag, yeah. But after that kind of sex? Hell, who’s looking at flags? I know I’m not.

“Zara...” he starts.

“Just answer,” I press with a straight face.

“Who nuh tell lie?” he shakes his head. That’s what he has to say? Yuh deaf?!

He keeps smiling too. “Mi a’ ask again, yuh ever lie to me?”

Silence follows then his smile fades. “I have,” his voice dry.

“What did you lie about?” I follow him as he gets off the bed, his gaze a storm—arched brows furrowed, pulling his features into sharp, tense lines.

His jaw chiseled, with every word he doesn’t say. He has the audacity to walk away.

“Nickoi...” my voice low but sharp, slicing through the air as my feet fall in rhythm with every step behind him.

“Zara mi just tell yuh seh mi lie to yuh before... mek it rest now nuh,” he hisses and walks into the bathroom.

“Nickoi if yuh lock the door in my face-” he turns and looks at me with an emotionless stare.

“Mi have sup’m fi deal wid... so later wi talk,” he locks the door and I shake my head.

A tear falls on my bag as I take out my uniform.

I have this feeling that he’s hiding something from me.

I don’t know what it is exactly but I know that there is something and I have to find out what it is.

I check the time. It’s literally 6:30 AM.

I’m not ready. I should be ready by 7 o’clock and mi don’t do nothing yet.

I’m going to iron my clothes quickly. Run gyal! My subconscious teases.

I look around and smile when I find an iron in the closet, on top of an iron board. Just perfect. When I’m done, I fix my hair and realize Nickoi’s not coming out anytime soon. So I take the opportunity to organize our things. As I straighten up, I glance at the door when someone knocks.

“Come,” I say and Zanne enters with a sweet smile.

“The lady get dick’d down,” she whispers playfully in my ear, making me blush.

“Omg... I’m sorry,” I slap my hand over my mouth.

“Girl dat alright. We a big people and a your man. As long as yuh enjoy yourself,” she grins.

“I did,” I bite on my nail, smiling like a teenager.

“Girl, I could tell.” she whispers. “Mi inna mi room a say ‘yasss, geddit gworl.”

We laugh. “So we did loud?” I ask.

“At times,” she tilts her hand side to side. “Anyways, what time you a leave?” She have a right fi ask. I should’ve been in my uniform.

“Mi a wait for Nickoi to come out of the bathroom,” I tell her and she chuckles.

“Okay, you want us to go out later though. Just us?”

Yuh nuh have no fren suh yuh cya seh no.

I smile. “Yeah. I’d love that.”

“Alright boo and see Nick deh,” I look over my shoulder and Zanne softly shuts the door behind her.

Nickoi walks out, face cool, his jaw flexing, I can see his thoughts brewing. He opens the chest of drawer, taking out a white tees. My thoughts heading somewhere I didn’t want it to, I can’t help it. Him usually take him girl dem here? Or...

I gulp, dropping my eyes to the tiled floors. “So you’ve slept here before?” is my question and have to wait a minute for a simple ‘Yah’ from him.

“So yuh bring other woman yer too?” my head tilting towards my shoulder, eyes on him.

He responds with a simple “No.”

I shake my head and walk into the bathroom. After showering, I quickly dry off and cover the love bites on my neck with foundation. Within fifteen minutes I’m ready to leave. I look around, but there is no Nickoi in sight. I dunno, but sup’m off bout him.

Minutes after, he walks in. “Yuh ready?”

I take up my bag and push pass him, almost bouncing him with my hips. He quickly click off his phone.

“Follow me on Instagram,” I announce. Mi need fi see wah gwaan ina’ that page. That’s probably a bad idea.

“Ah.”

Once we’re in the car, he drives off after we told Zanne and Junior we’re leaving. “They prepare breakfast at the school?” he asks. I raise my brows. That’s my yes.

My mind runs on Jemmy Nye, the earrings. Wonder if a fi har? I need to search for her.

From yuh see the name yuh just can’t forget it, the girl in my head laughs.

I take out my phone and open Instagram, searching for her.

She has 90k followers. How dem have so much followers?

Her page is private. She posts a lot too.

Hmm, I need to see who this is. On her profile picture she’s in a white bikini, climbing out of an infinity pool.

I can’t see her face, her back facing the camera.

Is it crazy how easily I can tell homegirl laid under the knife?

That ass is far from soft. I hit the follow button and turn my phone off. Why yuh nuh make a fake page?

Fi wah? Yuh kno’ how much energy it would take to make a whole new page just to follow another female?

Pffft. I do not have the time. My eyes drifts to him.

He’s focused on the road, his phone on his lap.

Him never leff that phone—except for that one time.

I stare at him, arms crossed, my expression cold.

He knows what he’s doing, one hand on the wheel, the other draping over my exposed thigh as my skirt rides up, like he owns me.

Cocky. Effortlessly so. Sexy as sin, and I hate that I notice.

He smirks like he feels my glare burning into him. He likes it. All deh bwoy yah mind feel mi a fool enuh... him nuh kno’ who him a deal wid.

He pulls up to St. Jago and gives me a small bag. “Later,” his voice rough in all the right places.

“Mhmm,” I hum and get out.

I’m gently yanked back in the seat. His big palm wraps around my arm, the cold rings on his fingers pressing against my skin.

His other hand closes around my throat, pulling me in until our lips touch—just a tease.

Then, he deepens it, slow and deliberate.

A soft smooch punctuates the silence, his lips moving like he’s got something to prove.

And damn, he proves it. Then, he pulls back, leaving me exactly where he wants me. A smirk curls on his lips.

Him could a be a good kisser one million more time mi still vex with him! As if it didn’t pool my panties, I let out a dry. “Bye Nickoi,” instantly, his eyes softens.

“Don’t say bye to me.”

“Conversation yaw look?” my tone sarcastic. “What’s wrong with bye?”

“Just nuh like it.”

“Why?” I ask.

“It just sound permanent. Just seh later mon,” he laughs. I shake my head.

“Okay, later,” I smile and walk away, my smile wipes once I walk through the gate.

“Nice lady, a who upset yuh this morning?” the security asks, his eyes behind me. Nickoi is still parked there.

I let out a sigh. “No one. I’m fine.”

“Mi know yuh fine, naffi tell me,” he smiles. I ignore him and walk off, just in time to see a group of sixth form girls looking at me with stink faces.

NICKOI I turn into my garage and park my X6 next to my red Porsche. Talia runs to me as soon as I get out.

“Papi!” she jumps up and wrap her legs around me. I can’t help it but hold her.

Just drop har yaww, my annoying subconscious starts.

I hold in the laugh. She kisses me, holding my face and I stop her. I sigh.

“Talia,” I start. How mi a go do this now?

“Mi wah talk to yuh bout sup’m,” she looks at me concerned.

“What you wanna talk about?” her brows lower.