Page 103 of Not My Type
“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.
