Page 241 of Not My Type
“Good Afternoon Zara,” he says driving off. “The G tell mi say fi come fi you just a while ago enuh.”
“Okay thanks for coming.”
“That a the least man... yuh good though?” The car accelerates.
“Yea... now that I know he’s okay,” I say and realize Gutta smiling in my peripheral vision.
“Him love yuh too enuh,” he glances at me. “Not just the Hawaii thing. The dawg rate yuh fi real. Always a talk bout yuh. Neva’ see him like this before, just wah yuh know dat if yuh ever doubt the G.”
I smile. “Eeeh?” I already know but it’s nice hearing it from his friend.
“No joke... nuh tell him mi seh that enuh.” I laugh before I say. “No sah.” His phone starts ringing and he looks at me.
“A him this enuh,” he chuckles, pressing the phone to his ear.
“Yeah G mi just pick har up,” he says on the phone and I look through the window. I can hear Nickoi’s voice a little but not clearly to make out what he’s saying. Gutta hands me the phone. “Zara.”
I take it, putting it to my ear. “Nickoi?”
“Yuh mad at me?” his voice makes me blush.
“No I’m not... mi understand say there was an emergency but Jeeeeeez weh yuh phone did deh?”
“Lef it in a the car b,” he tells me.
“Okay. Is Ms. Jane okay?” that’s my next concern. Mi not even know who name Ms. Jane but mi still care you know...
“Yeah she good now,” he says and I hear a car horn.
“Babe yuh driving?”
“Yah.”
“Okay... well, I’m on my way home so mi a go get ready.”
“Yah mon soon link yuh. Give back Gutta the phone,” he says and I do as he says, eyes outside at the moving buildings.
“Bredda mi know a that happ’m to har enuh... lady too old fi that,” Gutta shakes his head. “A man like wi can watch autopsy mi G.”
When we’re at my house, Gutta gets off the phone with Nickoi. “Joe... mi a bring in the man ooman, mek sure seh she good enuh,” Gutta’s voice sounding like a warning. The security nods.
“Definitely,” he smiles and I thank Gutta again.
I step inside, toss my bag onto the sofa, and pour myself a cup of water. As I drink, my eyes flick to the other doors in the house. This place so big, mi not even set foot in some parts yet. I slide open the glass door at the back, letting my eyes roam over the infinity pool, the water shimmering under the light. I glance to the side and spot a kennel. A deep, guttural bark erupts from inside. Him sound like monster eeeh??!
I quickly shut the door and head upstairs. After a shower, I straighten my hair and do my makeup, nothing too much, just enough to highlight my features. I apply some glow oil, then slip into a black leather tank top and matching skirt. Simple, but sexy. I slide on my D&G slippers.
After adding my jewelry and perfume, I grab a pair of black denim jeans, my black silk PJs, and shades. I pack my toiletries, makeup, and purse before going through Nickoi’s closet. Mi not even know wah him wah fi wear. I pull out a pair of black pants to match mine, then grab a polo suit, tees, and underwear for him. Picking his shoes is a struggle. Jordan’s, Dunks, Prada, Clarks, and a whole bunch of other sneakers. But mi nuh see the black Desert A it him inna. I spot a few boxes to the side and grab one. When I open it, I see the black Desert Clarks. Him never wear those yet.
I put it back on top of the other boxes before packing everything into my Marc Jacobs tote. It’s big enough for everything. I lay on my stomach, scrolling through Instagram, when I hear footsteps coming up the stairs. Mi know it’s Nickoi. He opens the door, and I turn around. “Jah,” he says, his eyes scanning me.
I smile, catching his gaze, but his eyes flick to the open closet, his lips curving slightly. “I was looking for a shoe for you,” my words slips out like velvet. His smile grows, something dark behind it.
“Yuh pack fi me?”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
He walks over, his presence filling the space, and before I can react, his hand slides around my neck, gentle but firm. He pushes me back onto the bed, his lips trailing soft kisses along my cheek, then moving to my ear. “Yuh do wah mi ask yuh fi do today, mami?” he whispers, his voice low and commanding. A shiver runs down my spine, my smile slipping into something more mischievous as my mind drifts back to what he said earlier. Mash up the exam fi daddy enuh. And didddd!
