Page 28 of Not My Type
“This Wednesday, wear blue and don’t forget to get her a gift,” she reminds me.
“I’m gonna get it today before I forget again,” I breathe out and hear her chuckle on the other line.
“Alright hun, bye.”
“Yeah,” I hang up. As I amble towards the gate, I can’t help wondering to myself. What am I gonna get Kelsey?
Short man smiles at me. “I didn’t see you when I got here this morning,” I say more like a question.
He’s ecstatic that I’m speaking to him. “Mi reach late this morning,” he replies, his smile seemingly permanent.
“Okay,” I mutter, feeling as his eyes follow me through the gate. I sigh to myself. Then, he speaks again, forcing me to stop.
“Your real hair curly and nice mon,” he compliments. I still had it in the low ponytail, I didn’t change the style.
“Thank you,” I run my hand through my hair, feeling myself. As I should.
If a nuh lace wig some girl cya look good!
When I see the traffic, I mentally groan. What the actual hell is this? Mi hate this fimi self. I heave yet another sigh before I spot a familiar white Audi. Deja Vu.
Who dat?
Jordane nice brother? Him same one.
He blows the horn, a way of calling me and I slowly walk towards the car. The window winds down immediately. “Hi Zara,” he smiles, he’s having another shrimp snack. I drag my eyes up to his face. What a bwoy sweet mon!
He unlocks the door. I open it and hop in. The air conditioner is ice cold, making my body shiver. He smirks and presses the button, winding up the window just before he adjusts the air conditioner. So considerate.
“Good evening and thank you,” I smile, my words slip out smoothlike velvet. He licks his lips, melting me with his stare. Why him look so... sexy? Jesus!
He’s clad in a white tees, black denim jeans, gun handle jutting from his waist and a pair of Desert Clarks on his feet. His arm tattoos distract me. They’re interesting. He’s interesting. The fact that he’s so thug and I feel so comfortable around him— alone, at that intrigues me.
I sigh faintly and spot a banger phone sitting in the center console and a gun. All my life I’ve been telling myself that I’d never associate myself with a scammer, or a Don, much less breathe the same air as one. It’s just too risky for me, but here I am, in a car with a man who’s clearly of that caliber. My thoughts jab at me, causing me to sigh deeply with my hand pressing against my jaw and my eyes fixed outside.
“Zara, it look like you’re an overthinker enuh,” I hear him say. It’s crazy how observant he is. It’s true, but I don’t admit it. Instead, I smile coyly.
“You good?”
Why is he so handsome? Whew. God spent quality time on him.
His stare is so intense, it’s as if, his eyes aren’t gonna leave me anytime soon, making me kinda nervous. I tap the screen of my phone. It lights up with my favorite selfie. He studies it for a moment before he meets my gaze without saying a word—he’s studying me. I feel naked as my skin burns under his stare.
“Should I repeat myself?” his voice is husky this time around.
“I’m good,” I reply, my voice sweet.“Stop lie to me.”
His tone sends a tingling sensation between my thighs. I stare in his eyes, longer than I should. When his steely expression gets unbearable, I start blushing.
“I’m just thinking of stuff at home,” is the best lie I could come up with. Really Zara?
I don’t want to offend him with the truth. Don’t get me wrong,he’s drop dead handsome. The type you have to stare at, utterly dumbstruck with a kaleidoscope of butterflies fluttering in your stomach. To top that off, he has money, no doubt about that, an impeccable sense of style and undeniable charisma. Still, I’d feel ashamed to tell my family I’m talking to him.
“You’re waiting on your brother?” I ask when I notice his silence. No answer. Him brite eeh?
“Him link mi, say him soon fawud,” he finally answers and I lean my head against the window with a soft sigh.
My mind is overwhelmed with thoughts from that night. He was so ruthless, it’s crazy how normal he is right now. I look at him again, just in time to meet his stare.
