Page 24 of Not My Type
“Cariño, espera, déjame conseguir algo,” she says and saunters inside. (Baby wait, let me get something.)
I exhale and turn to the balcony. My mind is overwhelmed, Sara running circles in it. I want to know more about her and I’m not gonna stop until I—My phone cuts my thoughts off when it rings. It’s Gutta. I swipe the screen and lift it to my ear.
“Yow?”
“Mi see your girl enuh,” Of course I told Gutta to keep an eye on her. “She deh a dead yard but... ”
“But wah?” I ask on edge.
“She a talk to the bwoy Trevor, wah mi fi do?” he asks. My eyebrows knit together, jaw clenching involuntarily. I didn’t even notice my hard grip around the rail til’ now.
“Wah?”
“Babe,” Talia’s voice calls from behind me. I look at her. She gives me a wine glass, her eyes aren’t leaving my phone. Mi nuh inna the mood fi none a this enuh. She pours out the D’usse.
“That’s yours,” she purrs and gets behind me. I feel her soft cheeks against my back as she snakes her arms around my torso. Inwardly, I hiss.
“Mi a fawud,” I exhale and turn to her, she releases me. Her eyes stare into mine pleadingly. It doesn’t faze me. “I have to leave now.”
She grips my Ralph Lauren underwear, closing the space between us. Slowly, gliding her hand upwards against my tattooed chest. My eyes follow her hand movements until I meet her gaze. She sinks her teeth in her bottom lip, looking up at me through thick lashes.
“¿Quieres otra ronda, Papi?” she gently bites the rim of the cup, her eyes piercing through me. (Do you want another round Papi?)
I move her hand gently, lifting her chin upwards. Her eyes dilate, flickering with gold.
“I have an emergency,” I say close to her face, our lips barely touching.
“You do?” She questions. It’s clear from her tone that she is peeved. I lightly squeeze her cheek, lean into her and place a kiss on her lips. “What’s the emergency?” she questions the moment I move back and sip the drink.
“What could that be?” her mexican accent thick. “Pinches!” she throws her hands in the air. Her grave stare is intensifying.
“Some business issues,” I walk inside, ignoring her tantrum as she argues behind me, whilst tying the knot on her robe. I grab my shorts and awhite marina before I walk out, quickly putting on my black Desert Clarks, a white tees in my hand.
“You’re a lying ass nigga!” She says and I glare at her.
She grows quiet immediately. Then she sits, on the bed trying her hardest to convince me. Not with words, but with her puppy dog eyes. My father warned me about that so it nuh faze me.
“¿Por qué te has rido cuando estás aquí conmigo?” her voice gentle.(Why you have to go when you’re here with me?)
“Mi a go come back,” I lie. Maybe tomorrow but I can’t make it here tonight.
“Make sure,” she wipes her tears. “Don’t make me cry.”
“Nah make that happen,” I lie again. The kiss I place on her lips elicits a moan from her. She holds me as I pull back, her eyes darken with carnalities.
“Talia mi affi le— ”
“Okay, come back home soon.” She releases me.
“I am waiting because we have a big day tomorrow,” she continues. Big day? She notices my incognizance and starts arguing again— this time, solely in Spanish.
That’s when you know she’s mad. I ignore her completely. “Nickoi,” she comes in my view.
“Yes?” I meet her gaze.
“Don’t tell me you forgot about my father’s club opening!” Jah know mi never member, and after this, I still wont remember, and I won’t try to. “Yeah I did,” I say simply. Her eyes narrowing at me once more. The most miserable woman weh mi have.
“Later Talia.”
