Page 40 of Not My Type
Nickoi
I watch as Talia’s father makes his opening speech. As he continues to gloat about his success I walk to the back.
“Thank you all for coming!” Pfft. I drown him out. Mi nuh wah hear no more o’ him stupid speech.
I call Gutta — he answers on the first ring. “Yuh nuh see Zara, mi nuh hear from har,” I tell him. She not even a’ answer man call.
“She deh pon har base mon,” he tells me.
“Ah, so everything good differently?” I question, referring to our block and the business.
“Everything good mi killa, wi lock the place fi yuh enuh mi Gad,” Gutta retorts.
“Ah, respect,” I say and spot Talia approaching me. Without a second thought, I wrap up the call, sliding my phone in my pocket.
She smiles sweetly. “Hey papi!” she yells over the music and crouches over so that she can whisper to me. She wraps her arms around my neck. The same way Zara did. Jah know.
She pecks my lips before she moves to my ear. “Let’s go on the roof,” she whispers seductively.
She laces our hands together and turn, leading us up the flight of stairs to the roof. I bite my lip at her ass — so round and perfect. Yet, Zara’s is better. I breathe, pushing that thought to the back of my head.
Yea dawg, bill...
The night breeze hits my face the moment I step on the roof. Talia releases my hand and ambles over to the railings — staring down. I walk behind her, hugging her from behind. I sniff her hair, it smells like strawberries. A must the hair products weh har hairdresser use. Muss.
I place my hands on the railings, trapping her between me. “Hmm,” she hums in satisfaction. I lean closer and peck her cheek.
“Nick baby you ever think of us having a little me or you?” She asks and my hands tighten around the rail. First, she was nauseous. Now this?!
“You pregnant?” I ask, not so happy. I don’t like children. She turns around facing me and I move my hands. Her lips now painted with a tight-lipped smile.
“No baby I’m not,”
Oh, thank God. Cya’ manage dat right now.
“You wouldn’t be happy?” she looks up under her lashes, her face holds an unreadable expression. “If I was?”
I sigh. “I’m not ready.”
Too much foolishness a gwaan in a mi life.
“Yes...but if I was...you know? pregnant... what would you do?” she repeats. She really nah give up eeh?
“Mi would a be there for you enuh but mi nah lie still, it wouldn’t be easy,” I tell her, honestly. Pitney a never part of my plan though. Not even a ooman.
“Okay, that’s my papi,” she hugs me before she kisses my lips and I pull her closer to me.
So you a gwaan... u nuh member Zara?
My vibe broke instantaneously. Mi nuh know how mi a go deal with this enuh, when mi have feelings fi two ooman at the same time and possibly like one more. Jah Jah.
“Is everything okay papi?” she asks before she taps the sofa. “Sit baby.” I smile at her.
“Me good Talia,” I sit and she gets on my lap.
“Talk to me...” she runs her fingers through my hair.
“As mi say before mi good,” I meet her eyes. A waiter approaches us and she averts her attention to him.
