Page 41 of Not My Type (Not My Type #1)

“Boyfriend and mi still nuh like yuh,” I roll my eyes, he chuckles, deep and sexy.

“Good to kno’ mi a yuh man still,” his voice rumbles, low and thick. I hate how much I liked it. It’s getting to me more than it should.

“Are you single right now?” I ask, eyes fixed with his emotionless ones.

“Yah, mi and the girl lef,” he retorts.

“Is there anyone else?” I narrow my eyes at him searching for any sign of bluff.

“No,” he answers. I take a while to speak.

“Aum... okay I guess but I’m still mad at you though.” He parks the car.

Mi not even realize say we reach.

“Zara... look yer,” Nickoi says eyeing me from head to toe.

His eyes glints something I’m unable to comprehend. Jeez him mek mi feel exposed. He leans his head back and bites his lip making me pulsate uncontrollably down there. No sah. He puts his hand on my thigh and I move awkwardly. He chuckles.

“Yuh nuh need fi vex wid mi,” his deep voice says then he smiles. Is he blushing?

You have the bad man a blush yes.

“Why?” my voice comes out seductive.

“Because you make me a do things that I’d never do before like wah mi about fi do now. Explain miself to yuh,” he says. I’m impressed.

“Go on,” I smile, intrigued.

Hello miss yuh reach a yuh yard enuh!

“Shanae been a text me pon the gram but a really mi bredda she a pree, Jordane weh in a yuh class, so if you did feel nothing a gwaan a just thru that,” he explains.

Hmm, makes sense.

“And when I said that I lied to you before a because of the Latina—” I interrupt him.

“You can say Talia, I know that’s her name,” I purposely say. He realizes what I’m doing and glares at me.

I slap him and laugh out. “Continue!”

“Yah, cas a the whole thing with her... mi did feel a way bout it still so mi end it but it look like she nuh delete eh picture dem, but I did,” he tells me.

Mi kno’ him a tell the truth because when I checked it the first time I’m sure I saw more than two pictures.

“So a so much couple pics yuh did have up?” I ask.

Yuh just curious so..

“Few a them,” he says.

“Okay... continue,” I say and he looks at me crazy before he laughs, shaking his head. Probably cya believe somebody fass so.

He moves his hand up my thigh and I smile at him.

“Zara, the likkle bad vibes weh gwaan today between me and you was messed up and mi nuh wah yuh ever feel like seh mi a use yuh cas if I were yuh wouldn’t see or hear back from me.

And mi never ina a real relationship yet and you change that,” he says and grabs my throat with the sexiest stare, forcing me to move forward.

So a wah him did inna wid... yuh kno’ wah? Lowe that.

His stare is solemn, yet undeniably erotic. His eyes, dark and void of emotion, lock with mine—euphoric and intense. I can’t help but smile sweetly in response.

“I understand,” I choke out, my voice is a giveaway.

I can’t even think straight, he’s making it hard to do that.

“So you said you love me, you mean it?” He asks me.

“I do,” I admit.

“How you know you love me?” he inquires and the car falls in complete silence.

“Aum..” I say as I think of an explanation.

“You know say a that mi did a go over Rick fi talk to him bout and then... yuh know,” he hisses, trying to avoid today’s events.

“Stop wory bout that,” I say. “But you wanted to find out if you love me?” I ask with a smile. Cya believe...

“Sup’m like that,” he blushes.

I laugh. “Well, I know I love you because the way you make me feel. I can’t even explain it, but you’ll know,” I tell him.

He scoffs. “Nah accept that... Sandra must explain them thing yah to yuh.” He was this funny alllllllllll this time?

“Where was this quirky side?” I giggle. He playfully hisses.

“So... for me I can’t stop thinking about you, I look out for you, I just want to know more about you every time.

I share emotions with you, I’m happy when you are and I’m sad when you are.

I admire you, flaws and all... it’s a nice likkle feeling.

Love feels great, I guess, but it hurts sometimes—especially when yuh overthink everything,” I admit.

Watch him a smile off him face!

“So yuh feel bout the killa?” he teases.

I nod with a laugh. “Yes idiot.”

He chuckles. “What I feel is similar... ”

“Yeah?” my eyebrows raises.

“Yes, majority of it just that mi nuh really overthink,” he tells me. He’s trying to tell me he loves me? Yup... slick.

“So yuh feel loved?” he asks.

“Yes... I do,” I say meeting his lustful stare.

He moves closer, I snake my arms behind his neck.

His aroma hits me, there’s this crispness of bergamot, mixed with rich warmth of creamy lavender, beneath that, a smoky woody scent lingers.

I take one last whiff of him before I kiss his lips.

I could literally eat this man. His lips are so soft, breath has a mixture of Hennessy, mint and pepper shrimp.

I savor his taste with my hands gently pulling at his plaits.

I feel his big hands grab my ass and I move over to his neck, sucking on the skin below his neck. My clit throbs at a steady rhyth–

I’m dragged from my thoughts when I hear excitement. “Watch the lovers them!” Sash exclaims, startling me. Gyal ya nuff yuh see.

“Sash!?” How yuh fi a interrupt our moment?

But of course I can’t say it. I really want to but I don’t have that much confidence.

“Yuh know her?” Nickoi asks. It could be that him know her from the night but his tone sounds like it’s more than that.

Sash looks guilty. “Yes me did in a the shop,” she tells on herself.

Gyal can chat!

“So a you tell Zara?” Nickoi asks and we both look at each other and burst into a fit of laughter.