Page 69 of Not My Type
Mad. But proper at the same time.
“She’s really pretty,” I say, ignoring my thoughts. That’s for another time.
His eyes drop to my cleavage before he looks back at my face. A smirk appears on his lips.
“That’s all?”
I shrug. “What you want to know?” I’m blushing hard. Having Nickoi staring at me like this... I’m bound to lose my senses.
“Just tell me about you then... ” he really wants to know.
“There is no fun in that if I just tell you everything now,” I challenge him. He hates that.
He hisses before he pulls me closer to him, kissing my neck. I close my eyes, smiling hard. His kisses send tingles down my spine. Whew.
He turns, staring at me with a gleam in his eyes before he says, “Come yer.”
He swims out of the water, wrapping a towel around his shorts before he sits. I follow him but I don’t get out of the water. He takes up the Hennessy and pours it into a cup.
He looks at me. “Zara yuh know one thing? You mek mi wonder,” he starts.
“Wonder what?” I ask.
“Why you give me a chance even though yuh meet my dark side; yuh know... that night,” he says to me.
I can tell he doesn’t like to talk about it. I ponder my response for a while before I say, “Because I looked past it and saw the real yuh,” I admit.
He’s nodding to himself. I look at the house before I look back at him. Every thing about him is exotic. His house, his cars... him. I want to know what he does for a living. Should I ask him? Yes girl. We well waah know.
“Nickoi what do you do?” I ask. He looks at me as if sizing me up.
“If I tell you, yaw go judge me.” he sighs.
“I don’t know that word,” I joke.
You?! Y’all hearing this? Zara is that word.
He looks away smiling before he looks back at me. “If yuh seh so...” he smiles before he gets serious. “Chop.”
That can’t be the only thing. I narrow my eyes at him. “What about the other one?” I ask. I don’t even know if there is another one. I’m just assuming because I’m intrigued.
“Which other one? A chop mi chop,” he shrugs.
“You got all sorts of expensive cars, houses, clothes... Scamming alone can’t give you all a that,” I reason.
“It can,” he insists. Sure...
“Mek sure seh yuh nah lie to me,” I warn.
“Come yer,” he calls me, and I hold onto the rails and climb out to him.
I wrap my towel around my lower body and sit beside him.
“Usually I don’t tell people this, but fi some reason if I don’t tell you it bothers me,” I look at him intently as he speaks.
Wah kinda bomb him go drop on me now?
“Mi Godfather and mi father did a do some illegal business. My father would deal with the business for him since he was wanted. Then my pops now tek weh nuff a him money so him nyam my father food because of that. Him never get fi live though, cas my big brother nyam fi him food,” he tells me.
