Page 163 of Not My Type
“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.
