Page 223 of Not My Type
“Yuh nah fail,” I say looking at the papers and an idea comes to me. “Kno’ mi behave dunce, but mi get 16 subjects so mi know’ things here and there weh mi can help yuh with.”
“16 wah?” I chuckle, step into my office, grab the picture frame, and stride toward her. Her lips part slightly.
“Fifteen onesss?” her eyes go wide. “Damn...” then she giggles at the English Literature. “But my subject was like hold on, wul on pan a two.”
“Yah mi neva’ 3 like English Literature, but mi good with words though,” I smirk. She keeps staring, impressed. Her cheeks high as she blushes, then she purses her lips.
“Yuh make me look dunceeee,” she hides her face. “One inna Maths? Youu?” her eyes drops to the gun in my waist. “Youuuu?!”
She reaches for her phone and take a picture of my results then add it to her favorites. “Like mi literally just fall in love with yuh a little more just now.”
“Yuh love brite man?” I bite my lip. We have sup’m in common. She a brain box, mi love har fi that alone. Everything else is a plus.
“Mi could a tell yuh brite enuhh,” she keeps going on. “Wah else me nuh know bout you? Cause yuh full a surprises.” Mi have asthma. Mi a big man and still cya breathe good. That y’ still.
“That’s all,” I lie. I don’t share my weaknesses. Could a love yuh some more, that a between, me, God and the doctor dem. Not even mommy nuh know, cause I wasn’t born with it. I developed it in high school, and at that time, in my head I was already a big man.
“Ready fi get yuh A+?” I smirk. She nods.
I murmur, pulling her hand gently. She hops off the bed without hesitation, settling onto my lap. I start massaging her back, watching as a soft smile tugs at her lips. Her eyes flutter shut, and I can tell she’s enjoying every second of it. The warmth of her smile sends a rush through me, and she gives me that playful look, that little glint in her eye. My bottom lip catches between my teeth, barely able to resist.
Fifteen minutes later, I shift back to the questions as she warms up the food I ordered. She wanted chicken and chips... luckily for me, I know the plug to get it, especially this late. And every weh lock. She isn’t as bored again and she nuh look tired either as she studies.
“This is actually working,” she smiles.
“Mi know because mi usually all over the place so mi use to study anywhere or simply memorize wah mi learn cause mi a neva’ really one fi write notes. Mi know seh studying one place gets boring, so take breaks and study while doing other things,” I tell her and she smiles. As she eats her chicken and animal style fries I ask her questions and she answers them.
“Wi done that topic already?” She gasps. “Yah.”
“Babe, you’re a genius,” she grins, and we dive back into studying.
Two hours later, she’s memorising her notes, ready for me to quiz her. I take a slow drag from my spliff, watching her with my legs rocking, a habit I can’t shake. My eyes move down, tracing the smooth line of her thighs, then her curvy hips, before they slowly make their way up. Jah know.
I bite down on my lip, my eyes locked on her perfect cleavage—so round, so firm. My gaze drops to my shorts, feeling the pressure building. She’s sitting across from me on the sofa, and as if sensing my stare, she looks up, meeting my eyes.
“Nickoi if you continue to look at me like that mi a go... never mind,” she blushes and I laugh.
“Say it nuh,” I tilt my head back, my voice low.
She holds up the paper and starts reading aloud. I smile, biting down on my lip, my legs still rocking as I watch her. I glance at the clock—it’s 1:30 in the morning by the time we hit her target. She hands me the paper before falling back into the sofa, curling up comfortably. I tuck the spliff between my lips, then slide my arm under her legs and back, lifting her effortlessly. I carry her to the room, gently tucking her under the sheets. She reaches for me and I know she wants me next to her. I get in and she shifts closer, her ass pressing against my erection.
62. JEALOUS
Zara
“Eat up,” Nickoi says, dragging me to reality. I was imagining myself in the exam room, cupping my cheeks with my test paper blank in front of me while everyone else works silently on theirs. I didn’t even remember I was having breakfast. Mi nuh know why yuh nuh tap worry.
“Still a worry bout that B?” Nickoi questions and I nod.
“In a way,” I say and he puts his hand on mine.
“You can do this, mon. Just eat your food,” he encourages, and I nod, finally starting to eat.
He prepared breakfast today since I couldn’t muster the energy to whip up anything myself. Mi not even know him coulda’ cook! The food taste good though, all if a youtube him watch. He made callaloo and salt fish with fry dumplings.
“The food nice babe,” I smile after a moment, and he nods before getting up to set his plate down.
When we’re ready to leave, I follow him to the garage and my eyes catch sight of my Benz. Ouuu look at her! Nickoi’s gaze finds me, and a smile spreads across his face.
