Page 85 of Not My Type (Not My Type #1)

Zara

“This attitude tells me that you’re gonna do your best,” Mrs. Adams tells me and I finally close the book. It’s almost eight o’ clock and I’ve been at her house from in the evening when Nickoi brought me here. I already called Nickoi and he sent me a message.

My Man *On my way*

*Okay babe*.

As I wait for him to pick me up, I stay in the living room and watch the nightly news with Mrs. Adam’s and her husband. Bwoy every news weh come pon the Tv disturbing. Cyaa believe a Jamaica this.

“Yuh see why I doh like watch news,” Mr. Adams says. I look at him surprised. A the first me hear him say sup’m since mi come here. When mi just reach and greet him the only thing mi get from him was a head nod.Him cold bad. How such a nice lady marry an arrogant man like him?

“Zara mi did have some frozen pineapples in the fridge you want it?” Mrs. Adams asks. I look at her and nod. Pineapple good for the yoni.

“Yes, thanks,” I say averting my eyes back to the TV.

“..there has been a report that Carlos Pérez’ daughter Nathalia Pérez is allegedly missing.

A friend of hers says she’s been unable to reach her, so if you’ve seen her please contact the nearest police station or call.

..” Wow. Just Wow. I couldn’t hear the rest of the news because Mr. Adams started getting worked up.

Lawd Jesus what a man fi annoying! Mi not even have no right fi say nothing.

I stay silent ignoring his tantrum. “See the same foolishness... a the criminals unuh fi go find!” he yells at the Tv. Like dem a go hear him.

“Check the same friend... a dem wicked!” he continues.

I hiss under my breath because why him affi a talk so loud?

Jeez. I can barely hear the news. Cyaa give him nuh attitude though cas I respect his wife and I’m at their house.

The man is a mess though. Mrs. Adams gives me an apologetic smile and I return it. More like a sympathetic one.

“Here you go, these are really cold,” she says, handing me a small plate with frozen pineapples, which I gladly accept. I take a bite, and it’s juicy and sweet.

“Thank you...they’re sweet,” I tell her, and she chuckles

“I bought it from a cart man him seh a way a country him buy them,” she tells me.

I nod and my phone vibrates. “Excuse me..” I say to the Adams and walk out. “Where you reach Nickoi?”

“Mi a turn pon the street,” he says.

“Okay,” I retort. “I’m ready just a gwan eat fruits.”

“Ah.” I wave at Mrs. Adams and her husband the moment I hear the car engine. Mr. Adams nods his head and Mrs. Adams smiles. Clearly, this man is a crosses.

“Alright hun take care,” she gets up and walks me to the veranda. “Same to you and thank you,” I smile.

“See you tomorrow again,” she says and I wave as I walk toward the car. I pull the car door and find Nickoi’s face enveloped with smoke.

“You good babe?” I ask.

“Yah... how was your study session?” his eyes finds mine. Him concerned enuh.

“It was lovely... mi feel a little more confident now,” I tell him.

He smiles. “That mi wah hear mon.”

“Nickoi?” I say when my mind runs on Talia.

“Talia missing enuh,” I tell him and he looks at me surprised. Why yuh care Zara? My subconscious asks. She negative yuh see.

“Eeeeh... weh yuh hear that?” He asks.

“The news mi did a watch,” I retort.

“Never know,” he says. “Hope nutt’n nuh happen to har.”

“Even though I don’t like her I hope she’s fine.” Why you acting like yuh care? Yuh too nice enuh.

He nods. “Yah.”

On the drive back, Nickoi stops and he buys food for us in a restaurant. “Yuh member mi Aunty?” He asks when he gets back in the car.

“Yeah..” I answer. The Chef lady.

“That’s her restaurant,” he tells me and I gasp staring at the place again. It’s nice and it’s packed too.

“Eeeeh the food must nice then,” I say excitedly, pulling the bags.

When we got home I’m halfway through the food because I couldn’t wait until I’m home.

The scent of the food was too tempting. I sit around the dining table eating and realize that Nickoi is outside speaking with the security. From wi come?

He finally walks in. “Zara mi a go pon the road so you a go deh here by yourself,” he says and I watch him.

I don’t say anything. I chew my food as if he didn’t say anything. “Yuh hear me?” He asks and I nod.

“How long you staying on the road?” I ask.

“Nah stay too long mon,” he says and I stare at him for a while and he bites his lip, trying to hide his smile.

I playfully roll my eyes.“I hate you cas yuh fi stay home with me but no, yuh wah go pon road,” I hiss and he walks over to me, pushing his hand under my uniform blouse, slowly running his warm fingers up to my breast. I lean my head with a satisfied smile.

Jesus... mi can feel mi senses a evaporate.

He puts his head at the crook of my neck before he turns to my ear.

“Wah you want?” he whispers, his voice sounds huskier than ever.

Is he blind? Him nuh see how the life a lef out a my body when him touch me?

Anything I say is gonna be a dead giveaway that I want him. My breath is shaky, my heart is racing.

“Zara,” he calls my name slowly and my breath hitches. Lawd why Nickoi a torture yuh?

“Talk to me nuh,” he whispers and his hot breath hits my neck. Oh My God.

“Um,” I start but I don’t know what to say. Honestly.

I look down and realize that my skirt is exposing my thigh and because I’m sitting on the stool, it moves up a bit. I look up from under my lashes and just as I expected, he’s staring at my thighs too. The look in his eyes is filled with carnal desires. Whew.

He puts his hand on my thigh and I try to close my legs. “Just tell mi wah yuh want and mi will definitely stay home,” Nickoi whispers again.

Nickoi is like a devil tempting me. He moves away and I look at him surprised. “Mi soon fawud,” he says. What!?

“Nickoi stop play with me,” I say when he moves and he starts chuckling.

“Yah tek too long fi tell me wah yuh want.”

“When mi come back,” he says and I shake my head in disbelief.

“Why you a tease me?” I hiss loudly. I don’t want the food anymore. Yuh kinda done the food enuh.

“And a tell me fi wait til yuh come back?” I raise my voice as I storm out the kitchen and he steps in the way. Clears Throat

I roll my eyes walking over to the side and he blocks me.

“Nickoi yuh nuh have somewhere a go?” I ask him.

He grabs my throat and push me violently on the island.

I can’t help it but smile. His eyes lowers as he dials someone.

What is he doing? I move away a little when he loosens his hand from around my throat.

I hear an elderly woman on the phone. “Good night again Mrs. Jane, something important come up, mi can check yuh tomorrow?” He asks as he looks at me and I start blushing. His eyes glints something I’m unable to explain. Damn.

“Yes mi bwoy if yuh cya mek it now, tomorrow wi can talk,” she says and he hangs up, looking at me before he moves closer to me.

My breath hitch when he holds the hem of my skirt.

I stare in his eyes as he leans me down on the island again and smile when he gently bites my earlobe.

“Zara...” his husky voice says and I moan in response.

“Mi love how yuh shy..” he says and peck my neck.

His hand finds my breast then I flutter my eyes shut when I feel him sucking on the skin below my ear.

A moan slips out of my mouth then he says, “But kno’ fi turn inna demon gyal. .. fi the killa.”

I tug at his hair. He runs his hand up my thigh and I wrap my arms around his neck pulling him closer to me.

Then his warm lips come into contact with mine.

Whew. I breathe against his lips and he deepens the kiss.

My heart is racing and my core is throbbing wickedly.

He holds the nape of my neck and I feel his tongue on my lips then I slightly part my lips.

Our tongues dance in sync as we move them in circles.

My skirt rides up a little more and Nickoi grabs my ass aggressively then he pulls away and I finally look at him. “Why you so rough?” I ask seductively.

“Nuh so yuh like it?” he smirks before attacking my neck with trails of kisses. I love this. I throw my head back with my hand roaming his arms.

“Nickoi I want you inside me now,” I moan. Mi cyaa believe a Zara this. He moves us to the living room before he unbuttons my blouse, exposing my cleavage to him. He fumbles with my bra for a while until it’s unhooked and falls to the ground.

“You a get wah you want now, try nuh make me hear you a cry enuh,” he warns. His voice low, it makes me shudder. I feel my inner thighs pooling with moisture. Lifting my knee onto the sofa, I open myself to him. I bring my leg so high, hugging the back of my knee. He flicks my clit with a smirk.

“I bet you wish I never wear panties when I’m at the practicum,” I squirm.

“Wish you nuh wear panty at all,” he leans in. His scent so manly, so sweet, so expensive. Yum.

“I could stop...” I bite my finger.

“Good girl,” his voice rumbles sweetly, setting off something inside me that spreads heat through my body. He looks me up and down.

I bite my lip, flexing my legs, wanting him to see every ounce of my flesh. His eyes glint. I giggle. “Wah you a wait pan?” I tilt my head, my hair cascades on the sofa.

Cupping the back of his neck, I drag him into me. Our lips meet, I moan softly. Fingers wrapped around his erection, he lowers his hand, to slide it in. He grazes me. I look up under my lashes. He glides it against my slit. Teasing me. I breathe out, my mouth dry.

“See how you stop man from guh pon the road?” he rasps in my ear. He strokes me. I sigh softly, gripping his arm.

“Road better than this?” I challenge him, he laughs.

“Thought so,” my voice sexy. He pulls it out, leaving the tip in but I notice he makes the head jump against my clit without touching it.

“Oh—” His lips twist in a smirk. It’s enticing, but scary. Cause how!???