Page 62 of Not My Type (Not My Type #1)

Zara

In half an hour we’re at Nickoi’s house, and of course Mama and Mommy are beaming with excitement.

“What a nice kitchen!” Mama says as her eyes move from the marble counter top to the electric stove that’s underneath the silver extractor hood.

The way how Mama love cook she would a love the kitchen. I smile at her before I look back at Mommy. She’s still upset about the whole drama back at the house.

Nickoi walks inside, looking at her. “Yuh good now Ms. Michelle?” he inquires. She breathes out.

“I’m okay man. Thank you so much Nickoi,” mommy smiles. “Mi affi go back tomorrow though.”

“Okay, mi just wah know seh unuh good enuh,” he tells her.

“We a guh alright mon,” mommy tells him before she looks at Mama who is busy looking around the house.

“Tomorrow we affi guh mek the police them talk to Henry,” she says to Mama and I sigh to myself.

Mi just hope him behave himself and nuh do nothing crazy. Mi know fi sure him a guh drink and drunk. “Yes man,” Mama says with a nod. “Him cyaa continue like that.”

Nickoi sits down beside me in the sofa. “Alright so the guest room dem down here, you can have one and Mama have one,” he points at the rooms before he puts his arm around my shoulder.

“Thanks Nickoi,” They smile.

“Which room you choosing mommy?” I question and Nickoi pinch me, grabbing my attention.

I meet his gaze with a quizzical expression and my mother responds, “Any one weh downstairs.”

I stare at Nickoi. Wah him problem? Hello... Mr. Nickoi why yuh pinch the girl? My subconscious asks with an attitude.

He looks at me for a while before he mouths. “Yah sleep with me enuh.” I giggle and shake my head. Mi really couldn’t wul it.

He looks at my mother when she starts talking again. “Zara bring this fi mi,” mommy gives me a bag before she walks away and I follow her.

I look over my shoulder at him and notice that Mama is asking him something. I push the door and walk in with mommy. We are immediately graced by a strong aroma of lavender with a hint of vanilla when we step inside the room. Damn.

“Wow it’s a nice place mon,” mommy compliments as she looks around. She puts her stuff down with her eyes roaming the room.

“It look manly,” I smile, looking at the black and white decor. She chuckles to herself at my comment.

“Wah you expect fi see a pink setting?”

“Of course not mi just a say,” I sit and she puts down her phone on the bed.

My mind runs on my birthday. “Mi wah guh Dinner in the Sky fi mi birthday,” I say, remembering Sash telling me about it.

“Ouuu that nuh bad,” she’s feeling it too.

“Righttttt,” I beam.

“It nuh sound bad at all,” she says after a while, still thinking about it.

The door opens and Mama walks in with a beaming smile. “Mi love how them set up the house.” One thing mi know is that Mama love a nice house. I know that’s right! Saweetie’s voice

“The bed so big mi a sleep in here with yuh,” Mama mutters and we laugh.

“Not an issue,” mommy says excitedly and scoots over.

Mama climbs on the bed and my smile grows, “A long time yuh nuh sleep beside yuh mother gyal,” Mama chuckles.

We start laughing again. “Which is right,” I giggle and hear Nickoi calling my name.

“Yes!” I answer.

Mommy looks at me before raising her brows. “Gwan to your husband miss,” she jokes and I laugh.

“Goodnight,” I smile and close the door behind me when they respond.

As soon as my eyes finds Nickoi I lean my head in the cutest way as he towers over me. “Yes sir?” I purposely say.

He doesn’t say anything instead he smiles at me, showing off his pearly white teeth and his dimples. “Yuh did done eat?” I ask with a yawn. “Sorry.”

“Yuh hungry?” he asks and I shake my head no.

“Mi wah sleep,” I tell him.

“Alright hold on,” he says before he holds my hand and lead me up the stairs.

I can’t help admiring how sexy he looks.

My eyes drags from his hair grabbed to the back to his arms; gazing at his muscles flexing in his shirt.

Panty wet up? Fi sure. He opens his door and I step in.

Just as I expected it’s in black and white decor with gray.

His room looks super simple and expensive. If yuh get wah mi mean.

“Jeez Nickoi likkle color would a mek the room pop enuh,” I tell him.

He smirks. “A so mi like it.” As I stare at him I realize why he chose this combination. It’s like him.

“The room is so you. The black represents your strength and mystery,” and your somber side. I refrain from saying that and continue.

“The gray shows how open minded you are and then the white shows how self-sufficient you are,” I say softly with my eyes fixed with his. His eyes are glinting something I’m unable to explain.

“Fair enough,” he smirks.

“Mi a go bathe,” I say to him.

“Weh the bathroom?” I ask, looking around and spot a door. A muss it that.

I look back at Nickoi and he smiles. “Yeah a it that,” he says.

I take up my toiletries before I walk towards the bathroom. Nickoi stops me and I turn around. “Zara?” He says and I look at him.

“Yes?” I say, waiting to hear what he has to say.

“Yah bathe without me?” He asks and the look that he gives me is speaking for him.

“No Nickoi,” I shake my head with a smile. He frowns.

“Big woman thing?”

Yup. “Mi just wah bathe. That’s all,” I tell him.

He hisses. “Lame.”

“Whatever,” I roll my eyes and he stops me again.

“Come in nuh,” he says.

I laugh. “Yuh deff? No mi seh.”

“Why?” he asks.

“Because me wah go in deh go bathe and yuh have suh’m else pon yuh mind.”

“Who say mi have sup’m else pon mi mind? A bathe mi wah bathe too,” he lies.

I narrow my gaze. “So why you a look pan mi so?”

He laughs. “How b?”

“Like.. never mind,” I push the door and step inside. As soon as I’m about to close it, he holds the door.

“Nickoi Jacobs,” I whine and he steps inside, closing the door. I breathe.

“Cya win when it come to you enuh,” I pout. His big hand slaps my ass. It echoes.

“Yuh nuh s’pose to win, mi a the Don,” he rasps. I roll my eyes and pull the blouse over my head, exposing my bra before I take the sweat pants off and catch Nickoi staring at me. Of course him would a deh watch me.

“Watch mi shawdy,” he jokes and I turn to him. My breast spilling from my bra, the curve of my hips drawing his gaze, my lace panties hugging my ass, leaving nothing to the imagination.

“Shut up,” I giggle before I take them off and slide the door then I step in the bathtub.

He doesn’t take long to take his clothes off. He has a mischievous smile on his face as he steps in the shower. “Look yer I’m not even play-” He covers my mouth before he pushes me against the wall closing the space between us.

So that’s what we doing, the girl in my head smirks. This is the closest I’ve felt to him in a while. One of his plaits falls down into his face and I hold it. His plaits are usually tied to the back of his head, so I wouldn’t see his hair in his face. It wah pull out thou.

So pull it out nuh Miss ma’am nuh your man? Yes.

He turns on the shower and it starts raining on us. I quickly move back and put on my shower cap. He’s so distracting. Mi not even member bout it. Geez.

I watch as he puts the Dove, coconut scented body wash on my rag before he starts rubbing my body.

The contact is intimate, but I free myself as the seconds roll by.

I slap my hand over my mouth, trying to contain my laughter as he washes my arm.

He moves his hand down. I start laughing. He laughs too.

“Why you a feel me up?” I giggle, as I feel his fingers presses against my folds.

I hold on to his slippery, broad shoulders, and elevate my legs for him to do his thing. His mind somewhere else though.

“No soap there, you know that yeah?” I meet his stare.

He nods, now washing the soap from the rag.

I hug his shoulders. Showering has never felt better than this.

I drag my eyes to his hand moving in and out between my thighs.

My thoughts are cut off when he stops doing what he’s expected to do, and starts caressing my clit with his fingers.

I bite down on his shoulder and drag my eyes down in bliss.

“Nuh bathe we fi a bathe?” I ask even though I like what he’s doing.

He smirks. “Alright,” he says as his lustful eyes meets mine. He continues and I grip his shoulder unwaveringly. Why is he so rough?

I giggle when I nearly lost my balance. He snakes his arms around my waist instinctively to prevent me from falling. Awww.

I take the rag from him. “Mi can use my rag on you?” I ask, because I know some people are skeptical about that.

“Usually no, but a you so dat good,” he states and that’s my go ahead to wash the rag thoroughly.

His length springs back. I reach for it.

It’s so big and slippery in my small hands.

I pump him, the water from the shower rains down and helps my fingers glide more easily against his skin. A little too smoothly.

“It keep on a slip out of mi hand,” I whine. “Chroooo.”

“Chroooo,” he teases me, laughing at my struggle.

“Stop,” I hiss. “Cause mi nuh know why it a slip out.”

“Cause you a wul it like a no fi yuh,” his face back to its signature mean mug.

“A nuh fi yuh tool? Borrow you a borrow it?” then I laugh out. “Stop nuhh,” I squeeze the head of his dick, holding it in a firm grip.

He’s still smiling, his teeth beautiful. “Of course a mine so me a hold it,” I muster the courage to say.

“Hold it good too,” he jokes. Our laughter bounces off the walls.

MICHELLE All I wanna do is pee and get back to my beauty sleep.

Why’s Zara making so much noise? Chro. Sleepily, I handle my business, washing my hands.

I push the door open, and step out. Glass everywhere, I am too paranoid for a house like this.

I mean yea.. the sliding glass doors are closed but.

.. wait... I hear sobs. It leaks from the master bedroom. Is she…