Page 25 of Not My Type
“Adios papi, te amo,” she says and I walk out. I pull the tees over my head, jump in the Audi and drive out.
ZARA
I stand there for a while in my thoughts, that guy was long gone. I turn, my phone lights up again. My lockscreen brought me back... I need to change it. It’s kind of a thirst trap. I unlock my phone and change it to a default. Nah... I change it back to a random selfie.
A shuffle behind me makes me snap around, just in time to see two men in front of me. “Excuse me..” I push pass them. My senses heighten. Energy never lie. Their intention is far from good. They block me off. Jesus...
“A nice girl like you nuh know seh you cya ina dark alone?” The short one asks. The taller one grabs me. I attempt to scream but he covers my mouth. “Hey gyal shut up.” Look how mi run the boy! Oh God.
“Let mi guh!” I scream, the music much louder. They manage to pull me away without anyone realizing. A so mi really aguh dead??
“Is a sexy gyal dis,” they beam. I scream louder but it’s muffled. At least try! Mi nah guh out so easy. The shorter one puts a powdery substance in his palm and cover my nose. I slap his hand away, my head getting light.
“Yow leggo the girl!” I hear Bux again. They snap around, startled. He pulls out a gun, pointing at them and they run off. He’s glaring at the dark. I sniffle, staring at him hard. My legs weak. Why does this seem... orchestrated?
He steps closer. I flinch. At this point... not even him mi nuh trust. “Tell yuh say you cyaa’ in a the dark by yourself enuh,” even his voice sounds off.
“Thank... you,” I choke out. Whatever powder they had is making me disoriented. I need to get to Gavin before something bad happens tome.
“Come make me bring yuh over the house,” his hand stretching for me. I stare at it. Feet glued down to the ground. I don’t trust him. I don’t trust penis people.
No sooner than I catch my breath, we are surrounded by a familiar gang. Pullovers, guns in their hands like prize possessions and a fineeeee ass man as their leader. Bux’s eyes pop wide at their arrival, holding his hands up; then my eyes land on him, dressed in a white tees and Nautica shorts... Desert Clarks. Everyweh mi a see him!
“Bwoy Trevor weh you a do round eh man woman?” Bigz asks Bux—I mean Trevor? You a him woman, since when? And this is Trevor?!
He notices the dried up tear marks and steps closer, forcing me to step back. “Wah’m to har?” he demands, his voice raspy. In a swift motion, Trevor is in the air. Bigz has his hand closing around his throat.
“Two boys tried to drug me... and he helped... me,” I say softly. I’m trying to stop them from hurting Trevor.
“Wah?” The leader asks icily. He immediately orders his men to find them. They scurry away. How are they gonna know who to find? He is so unreasonable.
“Nick, mi have the money but it nuh on me,” Trevor says in a worried tone. I feel so bad for him.
“Please Nick,” I repeat the name. “Don’t hurt him.” He lets go of him.
“Keep the money and gwaan.” Trevor runs off. His eyes then turn to me and I look away. Ooou... scary. He steps closer to me, using his thumb to wipe my tears. Watch ya!
“Fawud,” he says, and I follow him. He leads me toward a white Audi. Another expensive car? Weh him do? I think you know...
But... I don’t want to jump to conclusions, so I need to ask. I get in the passenger seat and he slides in beside me. Damn.
Even though I’m terrified and the last thing that should be on my mind is this man’s scent, I can’t help myself. What a bwoy smell goood! Jeeeez. We are both silent. The only sound I’m hearing is our breathing.
“Did they hurt you?” he asks.
I shake my head no. “Trevor stopped them just in time,” I say softly. He’s annoyed. Like yuh forget him big fren Trevor.
“Okay,” he sighs. He seems relieved too. My eyes rake over his arm tattoos and his muscles. He’s so sexy. My gaze travels to his face, lingering on his lips for a while— he has nice lips.
Wah do yuh Zara?
Yuh like the man that’s what.
But...
But nothing!
“Sara... yuh just a guh look pon me?” he asks in a husky tone, his eyes set on my cleavage.
