Not My Type 3: Alternate World

44. Receipt

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📍BEVERLY HILLS, ST. ANDREW

N I C K O I
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"Ah...memba' fi pray fimme," I say and hang up the phone.

A smirk forms on my lips as I make my way down the stairs.

We just ended a seven hours call. A first for me. I hate to talk over the phone, she changes that. I smile to myself. She's finally going back to Church. As for me, I have a meeting with my father at 10 am.

As it relates to Zara...

She's trying to find back herself so I'll allow her.

I guess.

But deep down me know the devilish filly she is in disguise.

I have 40 minutes to get there.

Before I do get there, I need to meet with Phoebe.

I hop in my Range Rover and pull out on a decent speed, one hand holding the steering, the other connecting my phone.

"Hey, Morning Nickoi?" Phoebe answers enthusiastically.

"What's up?" I say, fixing my tees as I glide down the hill.

"I'm here chilling....so you coming over now?" is her question. I rock my wrist to see the time on my Rolex watch.

"Yah, ten minutes away from you," I tell her.

"Okay. Waiting.."

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The moment I walk into her business place my eyes connects with Ms. Michelle. I turn my head but before I could fully do, she spots me.

Jah know.

"Nickoi?" she calls.

Just face it dawg...

It done happen and it cya' fix.

"Wah gwan?" I approach her. She meets me half way with a smile.

"I haven't been seeing you around again.." she trails off.

"Yeah man mi kinda get busy...more training cause of the Champs season a fawud now," I lie. She nods her head.

"So wah you doing at an event planner?" her smile bright. Then she goes on to tell me why she's here.

"My friend Monica is getting a decor for her partner's birthday."

"Oh.." is all I say dodging her question.

I don't get to mentally celebrate for long because she repeats it.

"Eeeeh? Wah kinda event you planning? You nah tell me?"

The look I give her makes her know it's a secret.

"Promise you nah tell yuh daughter?" I give her a blank stare. She looks away and laughs loudly.

"Okay I won't," her smile then disappears. "I promise."

I turn to her and scratch my head. She place her hand on my arm. "Why you a be nervous Nickoi? It's okay..."

"Mi a try start over..."I say to her.

Jah know why mi feel so?

"That's okay," I notice that she speaks soothing. Maybe it's because she's a Social Worker.

"Zara a the only reason mi happy these days, me kinda lose her....and me a try yuh know? Try fi make it right," I admit.

Right way mi G'...