Page 65 of Not My Type
“Mi nuh know,” he frowns.
“Guess nuh mon,” my smile sinister.
He steps back. “Mi seh mi nuh know,” he repeats, sounding frustrated.
“Mi nuh like... when people mess with mi own,” It comes out slowly and deadly. By now him muss know what this bout. Him cya’ so dunce orslow.
He grabs my shirt with a fist. It’s the worst thing he could do. Without thinking I push him away and grab his throat, using my right hand to punch him in his left eye. He winces and stumbles. Gutta steps forward.
“Doh put back yuh hand in a Zara face yuh hear that ol’ bwoy?” I glare at him.
The slim girl gasps. Who she?
“A Zara send yuh?” he asks holding his eye that is already getting dark. Lovely.
“No, but just know say if yuh touch har again mi a guh know. So, watch yuhself and mark mi face too,” I warn, then I walk out of the bar, leaving a loud chatter in the building. I get in the car and Gutta joins me inside with a low chuckle.
“That him fi get,” Gutta says, closing the door. “The ol’ bwoy fraid enuh.”
“Kill mi wah kill him,” I say clenching and unclenching my fist.
“Cya do that mon but mi see seh you did wah nyam him food,” he laughs briefly.
“Never know seh a that mi o’ deal wid, the man would a mek anybody kill him,” I breathe.
Gutta is silent for a while. “Wah yuh go do when Zara find out?” he asks with his eyes on me.
I shrug. “D’even know star, but when me reach deh bridge deh, mi cross it.”
24. RIDE
Zara
The doorbell rings and I look away from the television. I hop off the stool and amble towards the door. When I open it, I see the security and a stout woman. She has two bags in her hands.
“Hi,” I greet sweetly.
She’s someone I know from Instagram. The plug for the influencers’ trendy pieces.
“You nice eeh? Chro, the Don wife mon, wah me expect?” she smiles and I welcome her inside.
“I’ll get back to work now,” Joe informs me. “Close the door.”
I offer a smile and close the door before I shift my attention to the lady.
“Mi have the bikinis for you and I brought some other one’s if yuh change yuh mind cause mi know how us ladies indecisive,” she giggles.
“Right, cause I’m indecisive when I want to be,” I say and move closer.
“Hear deh,” she mutters.
I don’t really know her but I like her already. She has a bubbly spirit.
“Nick say you order this with the sheer cover up but we are out of stock,”my face drops. I hate disappointments.
Quickly, I mask it and move closer to see what else she has. “Let me see these ones.” They’re nice— but not what I’m looking for.
“Is a pastel theme event?” She asks, and for a second, I’m lost. Wah she mean? Maybe she thinks that you’re going at a pastel themed party.
