Page 168 of Not My Type
“Mi a go back pon the road now enuh,” his fingers gently stroking my nipples.
I frown. “Why yuh affi a leave?” I pout. He looks at me for a moment, his gaze steady, before a smile slowly spreads across his face.
“Yuh wah fawud?”
I nod quickly, too quickly. It’s embarrassing. He erupts in laughter. “Like yuh would a dead if man nuh carry yuh,” he teases. “Wah ‘itch up under man arm like roll on.”
“Think a that? A yuh skin mi wah live inna.” I smirk.
“Yah... yah ... yah,” he’s in a playful mood. “Put on sup’m nice.”
Him brite eeeh? Mi always look good.
“Don’t brite yuhself,” I roll over, now looking through the bag that I brought.
I get dressed in all black to match him. A leggings, a basic crop top with a pair of cute Chanel sandals. Nickoi is on the bed, eating a Soldanza plantain chips; the spicy, sweet one.
“This nice?” I turn to him, he nods with a smile.
“Look like a bad gyal,” he smirks. He looks back at his snack after a while and I spray on my perfume. I don’t ever leave it.
When I’m done using it, I drop it inside my Chanel purse. Most of my bags are Chanel and Yves Saint Laurent. They’re my favorite.
I look at the sandwich. “Mi a guh heat this up,” I walk out. When I reach in the living room Mommy starts smiling.
“Look at youu!” She beams, clipping her slippers. I look over at Mama and she’s already ready.
“A so early unuh a go leave?” I place the sandwich in the microwave and turn to them.
“Mi a go make the police dem talk to Henry,” Mommy breathes.
“Yes and we affi go start dinner at home,” Mama adds.
Nickoi comes down the stairs shortly after. “The driver reach,” he tells my mother.
“Okay,” she smiles. “Thanks again Nickoi.”
“That’s okay mon,” he returns her warmth.
“Alright take care. Mi a go with Nickoi, we’ll probably see you guys later,” I say and the microwave beeps.
“Yes baby... wi a lef now so take care and call,” Mommy walks out, Mama follows. I open the microwave and take out my food.
“Ow!” I jerk as it burns my finger.
In no time, I’m full. Nickoi shakes his head with a little smile and hands me a bottle of water. Without a word, he heads to the side door, and I follow him. When he opens the garage, my breath catches. I literally gasp. This, this is not a regular garage. Marble floors so polished I can see my reflection. Cars lined up on opposite sides, facing each other, with a wide, empty passage in the middle—like a damn showroom. I know he has a Cybertruck, but he has a Jag— He has a Jaguar?
“Jezaam!” I exclaim and Nick looks at me.
NICKOI
I glance at Zara and catch her straight-up gawking at my Jaguar. Hm. Mi did a plan fi buy har a car enuh, but now mi know exactly wah fi get har. I smile to myself, already picturing it.
“Nickoi, a wah Jaguar that?!” she gasps, eyes wide. I bite my lip, watching her, but she’s too caught up in the car to even notice me.
“Yah,” I smile.
“Mi love them enuh,” she says, finally looking at me — but not for long. Her eyes bounce right back to the other cars, and I swear she’s shining brighter than the marble floor. “Jesus, look pon nice car!” she gushes, spinning like she don’t know where to focus. “Jeez, look at that red Jeep!”
