Page 90 of Not My Type (Not My Type #1)

“Him love yuh too enuh,” he glances at me. “Not just the Hawaii thing. The dawg rate yuh fi real. Always a talk bout yuh. Neva’ see him like this before, just wah yuh know dat if yuh ever doubt the G.”

I smile. “Eeeh?” I already know but it’s nice hearing it from his friend.

“No joke... nuh tell him mi seh that enuh.” I laugh before I say. “No sah.” His phone starts ringing and he looks at me.

“A him this enuh,” he chuckles, pressing the phone to his ear.

“Yeah G mi just pick har up,” he says on the phone and I look through the window. I can hear Nickoi’s voice a little but not clearly to make out what he’s saying. Gutta hands me the phone. “Zara.”

I take it, putting it to my ear. “Nickoi?”

“Yuh mad at me?” his voice makes me blush.

“No I’m not... mi understand say there was an emergency but Jeeeeeez weh yuh phone did deh?”

“Lef it in a the car b,” he tells me.

“Okay. Is Ms. Jane okay?” that’s my next concern. Mi not even know who name Ms. Jane but mi still care you know...

“Yeah she good now,” he says and I hear a car horn.

“Babe yuh driving?”

“Yah.”

“Okay... well, I’m on my way home so mi a go get ready.”

“Yah mon soon link yuh. Give back Gutta the phone,” he says and I do as he says, eyes outside at the moving buildings.

“Bredda mi know a that happ’m to har enuh... lady too old fi that,” Gutta shakes his head. “A man like wi can watch autopsy mi G.”

When we’re at my house, Gutta gets off the phone with Nickoi. “Joe... mi a bring in the man ooman, mek sure seh she good enuh,” Gutta’s voice sounding like a warning. The security nods.

“Definitely,” he smiles and I thank Gutta again.

I step inside, toss my bag onto the sofa, and pour myself a cup of water.

As I drink, my eyes flick to the other doors in the house.

This place so big, mi not even set foot in some parts yet.

I slide open the glass door at the back, letting my eyes roam over the infinity pool, the water shimmering under the light.

I glance to the side and spot a kennel. A deep, guttural bark erupts from inside. Him sound like monster eeeh??!

I quickly shut the door and head upstairs. After a shower, I straighten my hair and do my makeup, nothing too much, just enough to highlight my features. I apply some glow oil, then slip into a black leather tank top and matching skirt. Simple, but sexy. I slide on my D&G slippers.

After adding my jewelry and perfume, I grab a pair of black denim jeans, my black silk PJs, and shades.

I pack my toiletries, makeup, and purse before going through Nickoi’s closet.

Mi not even know wah him wah fi wear. I pull out a pair of black pants to match mine, then grab a polo suit, tees, and underwear for him.

Picking his shoes is a struggle. Jordan’s, Dunks, Prada, Clarks, and a whole bunch of other sneakers.

But mi nuh see the black Desert A it him inna.

I spot a few boxes to the side and grab one.

When I open it, I see the black Desert Clarks. Him never wear those yet.

I put it back on top of the other boxes before packing everything into my Marc Jacobs tote.

It’s big enough for everything. I lay on my stomach, scrolling through Instagram, when I hear footsteps coming up the stairs.

Mi know it’s Nickoi. He opens the door, and I turn around. “Jah,” he says, his eyes scanning me.

I smile, catching his gaze, but his eyes flick to the open closet, his lips curving slightly. “I was looking for a shoe for you,” my words slips out like velvet. His smile grows, something dark behind it.

“Yuh pack fi me?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

He walks over, his presence filling the space, and before I can react, his hand slides around my neck, gentle but firm.

He pushes me back onto the bed, his lips trailing soft kisses along my cheek, then moving to my ear.

“Yuh do wah mi ask yuh fi do today, mami?” he whispers, his voice low and commanding.

A shiver runs down my spine, my smile slipping into something more mischievous as my mind drifts back to what he said earlier.

Mash up the exam fi daddy enuh. And didddd!

He smirks, voice low. “Yuh dweet?” Jezaam. “Yes,” I moan, breathless. He pulls away, that damn smirk still on his lips.

“Tell me about it,” he says, my eyes locked on him as he digs through his closet, pulling out a black ski mask. He glances at me, his gaze sharp. “Yuh nah talk?”

“Oh yeah, at first, I was nervous as hell, but yuh see when mi get the exam,” I hiss dramatically.

He smirks. I tell him about the questions I remember, how I answered them, and when I finish, he walks into the bathroom.

I keep scrolling through Instagram until I get tired, and he’s still in there.

I get up and move toward the door. “Nickoi?” I call.

“Mami?” He says slowly pulling the door and comes out, then I say. “I didn’t pack your toiletries.”

“Doh need to, mi have new stuff at the house,” he says when I mention I packed mine. “Bring it if yuh want, but yuh doh have to, y’know?” He pulls a white tees over his head, not looking up, a gray polo bear hoodie in his hand.

“Damn mi love this,” I say looking at the hoodie.

“Yuh know mi affi go carry you a the bad polo store mek you get some stuff,” he says and I smile.

“Another episode of Nickoi spoiling Zara,” I grin, and he bites his lip, smirking. He pulls on his washed denim jeans and I grab his Dior Sauvage, spraying it on him as he buttons up. He reaches for a black belt with a Gucci buckle, but I snatch it first.

“I’ll buckle you up,” I say, and he stands, watching me as I fasten the belt around his waist. He looks down at me, his eyes burning. “What shoes you wearing?” I ask, glancing over his collection of kicks.

“Mi nuh sure... wah you wah mi wear?” he asks and I scan all the Clarks and find a gray suede Wallabee.

“Ouuuu! This match... this the one,” I place it in front of him. He smiles and slides them on. “Wah wi a go eat?” I sit on his lap.

“Mi buy food enuh,” he meets my gaze.

“Wah kind?” I loveeeee food!

“Mi buy your favorite. KFC,” Nickoi smiles.

“Who said it’s my favorite?” I laugh.

He shrugs. “Nobody, b. Just come on.” I stand up, and he follows, fixing himself. I grab the bag, but he stops me. “Put down the bag,” he says, his voice low. I smile, feeling the weight of his words.

“You think mi weak?” I blush.

“Yuh too pretty fi a walk wid heavy bag… just go eat sup’m,” he says, and I nod, walking out.

I grab the KFC box, washing my hands before digging into the fries.

Nickoi comes down, grabs a few fries, then takes the food bag and the tote bag, heading out.

I follow, closing the door behind me. My smile widens when I see the white Jaguar parked at the gate.

“You driving her today?” I ask, excitement in my voice. He holds the door open after freeing his hands, and I slide into the car.

He chuckles. “Yah and put on your seatbelt,” I admire the car. First time wi put wi foot in a Jaguar, my subconscious says. I can’t help but grin.

He calls Gutta. “Outlawz dem ready now?” his voice low, Gutta responds. “Yeah mi killa… we a wait pan you a the gas station.”

“Ah… soon drop a unuh foot,” Nickoi says, hanging up and blasting Masicka’s album. I check the time—it’s 3 PM.

“What time you think we reaching?” I ask, looking over at him.

“About 6pm or earlier when we take the toll,” he tells me.

“Okay,” I sigh. The journey a guh longggg. Hawaii was way longer and you bear it.

We pull up to the gas station, and I spot the Outlawz lined up.

I spot SUVs, Gutta’s white Mark X with Anna next to him, Junior and Suzanne in their Porsche.

Just when I think that’s it, my eyes lock on a silver Crown and a black Audi parked off to the side.

People stare, and I can see it in their eyes—fear, like they know something’s about to go down.

They can’t help but look, but they’re too scared to say a word.

Watch yah? A the wull gang out yuh nuh see?

Nickoi flashes them, and the Crown pulls off first, the SUVs right behind it.

The others follow, but Gutta’s locked in directly behind us, making sure Nickoi stays in the middle.

It’s calculated, like they’re guarding him without a word.

I glance at him. He’s focused on the road, driving slow, his hand on my thigh.

I say a quick prayer under my breath for a safe ride, then grab a fry, munching slowly while I stare out the window, letting the moment sink in.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been to Mobay,” I say to him.

“Eeeeh? Mi go deh all the time go deal with business,” he glances at me. We reach the toll and the woman gives him a card and he hands it to me. Try nuh lost it enuh else unuh go affi pay fi it plus the fee!

I drop it in my purse, watching as he pulls up to the next toll.

He hands the lady his card, but she lingers a little too long, fingers brushing his like she’s testing the waters.

Nickoi doesn’t blink, pulling away smoothly, the moment fading like it never happened, but the tension hangs in the air.

Dem woman yah nowadays thirsty once dem see seh a man have money. “Safe journey,” she tells him. I roll my eyes.

As we keep driving, Nickoi grabs some of my fries while I munch on my Zinger. After a while, I fall asleep. When I wake up, I realize it’s been a minute. I stretch, then ask, “Where we at?” So long mi did a sleep? Or babe just a drive fast? Yup, definitely the latter.

“St. Ann,” he replies. I blink, still groggy, but then spot the Krispy Kreme box beside me.

I grab a doughnut, taking a bite as I sit up, the sweet glaze melting on my tongue.

His phone buzzes, and I glance at the screen.

“Hey Nickoi,” a female voice greets when he answers.

I lean back, pretending not to listen, but I can’t help it. I tune in, my curiosity piqued.

“Juaqína wah happ’m?” Kiss mi tooth! I continue to look because mi really wah know why she a call Nickoi. Why not Gutta, Junior or somebody else? Dat mi a say too... the gyal wah yuh man!

“Sup’m do mi car,” she tells him and I pout.

So why she never call somebody else a who tell this girl seh mi wah sit dung a wait til har car fix? Zara stop. Mi don’t like her mon. Mi know but just be nice.

Nickoi pulls over, and Gutta, Junior, and the three cars in front of us do the same. I face palm myself when he says. “Soon fawud, Mami.” I mumble, barely above a whisper, my “mhmmm” trailing off as I watch him walk away.

After a moment, Nickoi gets back in the car, and the convoy moves out. His hand slides onto my exposed thigh, pulling my focus away from the window.

He glances at the road, then quickly at me. “Why yuh seem so upset? Why mi a get dah energy deh from yuh?” he asks. A jealous she jealous.

I shrug. “I don’t know cause I’m not.”

“Ah,” he moves his hand. Nickoi know sup’m do yuh.

I continue to stare out the window, the music soothing me until my eyelids grow heavy and I doze off again. The hum of the car and the soft beats fade as I drift into a light sleep.

“Baby?” Nickoi’s voice pulls me back. I blink, slowly opening my eyes. “Yuh neva’ sleep last night?” he asks, his tone a mix of curiosity and concern, eyebrows raised. “How yuh so sleepy?”

“I’m tired,” I say looking at him with my eyes slightly open.

He looks down. “Put on your slides and come on.”

“We reach?” I ask and he shakes his head no.

“Wi stop in Falmouth cause the man dem wah KFC but Suzanne and Anna wah use bathroom so fawud,” he holds the door for me.

“When wi a go reach?” I whine, trying to slip on my D&G slides, but I don’t have the energy to get them on properly.

Nickoi widens the door and steps closer to me, his hand gently cupping my ankle.

“Hold up your foot,” he says, and I do as he asks.

His hand glides over my small foot, easing it into the slide with a smooth, careful motion.

A small smile tugs at my lips as he secures it in place.

I fix myself quickly before walking out with him.

They got through quickly and Gutta hands me a bag.

“This a fi Zara. Dem say Sakura is nearby so Anna is getting something for you,” he tells Nickoi.

“Ah respect.”

I walk into the KFC and spot a line of people outside.

I walk up to the security. “Hey, I just want to use the bathroom,” I say quietly. He hesitates for a moment, scanning me, but when his gaze shifts to Nickoi, he nods, giving me the go-ahead.

I smile and walk in. When I’m done using the bathroom, I get back in the car. Den life nice eech TC’s voice. Mi did done my Kentucky on our way down enuh, and watch yah now… mi get more. Cho, bubblegum.

Nickoi comes in with food and eats some for a while before he drives off again, following the others.

When we reach Mobay, it’s 6:15 pm. Babe was right. I know he said 6 pm, but he’s really close, plus we stopped a couple of times. “Which area we going?” I ask, looking over at him.

“Ironshore, the deadyard a keep, but mi house deh a Flanka,” he tells me, and I gasp. Even though mi never come a Mobay, yuh have some place in Jamaica weh we neva go before but we definitely know dem. Flanka is like that fi me.

“Really?” I ask and he chuckles.

“Mami mi a nuh stranger yer enuh,” he rasps. I stare at him hard.

Wah else him nuh tell me?

“A mi mother place this,” he adds. “Mi have family here.” Laad have Mercy!

He chuckles. “Yuh nuh affi worry Mami… everything Gov.” Is it ?