Page 81 of Not My Type
“Yes!” We say in unison.
Zanne and I aren’t booty tight close but we definitely have a good relationship.
“Girl you look— Girl yuh always look goodddd!” she compliments and I laugh. “Watch you wear clothes, clothes nuh wear you! If mi eva’ try this mi look maddy maddy.”
“Girl byeee,” I giggle. “And thank you.”
“You’re welcome babes.”
Nickoi mutters something to his brother indistinctly before they walk away.
“Let me give you a tour,” Zanne pulls me and I chuckle, enjoying the excitement.
This house is pure luxury. “Mi love it,” I smile, admiring the house when she’s done. It’s really a dream home. Not gon’ lie.
She pushes a door and I step inside. “This is the guest room where you guys gonna sleep,” she beams.
It looks like a master bedroom. I walk inside, resting my bag on the bed.
“The room nice eeh?” I muse.
“Thanks sis.” She sits on the sofa. “I had no idea you and Nickoi deh,” I blush.
“Yeah,” I lick my lips. She’s quiet for a while before she gives me two remotes.
“This is for the TV and this is for the AC,” she tells me and I take them both.
“Thanks girl,” I smile.
“Mi a bathe now and then go sleep cas yuh know we affi wake early,” she springs up and I make a playful frown, pitying us both. I know the struggle.
“Right,” I breathe out and remember Mama.
She walks out. “If yuh need anything... I’m in my room,” she says before she walks away. I call Mama and Henry picks up, handing the phone to Mama. He hates me... I can see it. Do you care?
Mama smiles. “Mek mi see the room,” I flip the camera, showing her the room.
“This is Nickoi’s brother’s house,” I tell her.
“Dem rich?” she inquires and I nod.
I mean ...
“Okay... so where is Nickoi?” I shrug.
“I don’t know... maybe outside,” from mi come here him gone bout him business with his brother.
“Okay missis. Look at this,” she flips the camera showing me the Tv screen.
“How you move it to the cable?” I chuckle to myself and assist her.
After I’m done, we talk about random topics until she gets tired and reminds me that she’ll call me tomorrow morning.
“Love you,” I laugh and she hangs up. Mi doubt she hear me.
Nickoi walks in, and I feel him before I see him. My eyes latch onto him, tracing the smooth, effortless way he moves toward me, hands in his pockets. The space between us gets smaller, but the heat between us only grows. He pulls out a small box slowly— like he knows I’m watching, he knows the effect he has on me. He doesn’t speak, but the tension in the air says all I need to know. His eyes hold mine, a promise, a challenge, everything wrapped up in that one look. The way he stands there, the way he makes me wait...
Watch how the bwoy have the lady head going.
