Page 88 of Not My Type
I shake my head and walk into the bathroom. After showering, I quickly dry off and cover the love bites on my neck with foundation. Within fifteen minutes I’m ready to leave. I look around, but there is no Nickoi in sight. I dunno, but sup’m off bout him.
Minutes after, he walks in. “Yuh ready?”
I take up my bag and push pass him, almost bouncing him with my hips. He quickly click off his phone.
“Follow me on Instagram,” I announce. Mi need fi see wah gwaan ina’ that page. That’s probably a bad idea.
“Ah.”
Once we’re in the car, he drives off after we told Zanne and Junior we’re leaving. “They prepare breakfast at the school?” he asks. I raise my brows. That’s my yes.
My mind runs on Jemmy Nye, the earrings. Wonder if a fi har? I need to search for her.
From yuh see the name yuh just can’t forget it, the girl in my head laughs.
I take out my phone and open Instagram, searching for her. She has 90k followers. How dem have so much followers? Her page is private. She posts a lot too. Hmm, I need to see who this is. On her profile picture she’s in a white bikini, climbing out of an infinity pool. I can’t see her face, her back facing the camera. Is it crazy how easily I can tell homegirl laid under the knife?
That ass is far from soft. I hit the follow button and turn my phone off. Why yuh nuh make a fake page?
Fi wah? Yuh kno’ how much energy it would take to make a whole new page just to follow another female? Pffft. I do not have the time. My eyes drifts to him. He’s focused on the road, his phone on his lap. Him never leff that phone—except for that one time. I stare at him, arms crossed, my expression cold. He knows what he’s doing, one hand on the wheel, the other draping over my exposed thigh as my skirt rides up, like he owns me. Cocky. Effortlessly so. Sexy as sin, and I hate that I notice.
He smirks like he feels my glare burning into him. He likes it. All deh bwoy yah mind feel mi a fool enuh... him nuh kno’ who him a deal wid.
He pulls up to St. Jago and gives me a small bag. “Later,” his voice rough in all the right places.
“Mhmm,” I hum and get out.
I’m gently yanked back in the seat. His big palm wraps around my arm, the cold rings on his fingers pressing against my skin. His other hand closes around my throat, pulling me in until our lips touch—just a tease. Then, he deepens it, slow and deliberate. A soft smooch punctuates the silence, his lips moving like he’s got something to prove. And damn, he proves it. Then, he pulls back, leaving me exactly where he wants me. A smirk curls on his lips.
Him could a be a good kisser one million more time mi still vex with him! As if it didn’t pool my panties, I let out a dry. “Bye Nickoi,” instantly, his eyes softens.
“Don’t say bye to me.”
“Conversation yaw look?” my tone sarcastic. “What’s wrong with bye?”
“Just nuh like it.”
“Why?” I ask.
“It just sound permanent. Just seh later mon,” he laughs. I shake my head.
“Okay, later,” I smile and walk away, my smile wipes once I walk through the gate.
“Nice lady, a who upset yuh this morning?” the security asks, his eyes behind me. Nickoi is still parked there.
I let out a sigh. “No one. I’m fine.”
“Mi know yuh fine, naffi tell me,” he smiles. I ignore him and walk off, just in time to see a group of sixth form girls looking at me with stink faces.
NICKOI
I turn into my garage and park my X6 next to my red Porsche. Talia runs to me as soon as I get out.
“Papi!” she jumps up and wrap her legs around me. I can’t help it but hold her.
Just drop har yaww, my annoying subconscious starts.
I hold in the laugh. She kisses me, holding my face and I stop her. I sigh.
