Not My Type 3: Alternate World

47. Location

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📍PHOENIX PARK, PORTMORE
Z A R A
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The house too quiet.

I look away from the mirror and start bothering Nickoi. He's in the living room watching Tv.

"Come yer Mr. 1 minute!" I shout to him. Mi nuh get a' answer so mi know it a work.

"Come yer nuh 1 minute!" I repeat.

Wah yaw call the man that fa?

Fi get pan him nerves.

When him come wah yuh even ago tell him?

When him come me think of sup'm.

My heart nearly jump out of my chest when I spot a movement in the corner of my eyes. He walks in. Face solemn, still sexy.

"Who yaw try diss bout 1 minute?" I feel his grip around my neck as he walks up into me, I step back he pushes his body into me.

I laugh.

This yuh want man. See yuh get the attention wah yuh want deh...

Smiling, I say. "Yuh always a cum faster than me so th—"

I don't get that out fully. Instead I have to move down as he throws the cushion at me. I laugh til' my eyes waters.

"Woiieee," I breathe.

He walks out of the room and I continue to get myself ready. I'm supposed to collect my mother's package.

"Can follow me?" I soften my voice as I stand in front him. "Or just tag along?"

He looks away from the movie and decided to be rude.

"Me look like a leash to you?"

Shameeeee...

"Come on nuh Nickoi...mi fi go fi the sup'm them from Monica," I say. "Mi nuh want take no taxi babe..."

He turns his eyes back to the movie. It's on Resident Evil.

"On a Sunday? You a sup'm else eno young man..." I trail off.

"Everything yuh use yuh mouth?" he cocks an eyebrow at me.

Him outada eeeh man?

"So a' only one time yuh like when me use me mouth?" I whisper. Qara is on the phone outside with mommy.

He ignores me.

I sit on his lap, like my favorite chair. "Come nuh baby....please..."

The bwoy not even look my way.

"Mi hate this eno," I fold my arms in frustration. I stare at him, he's so sweet. Obviously not his attitude right now.

His eyes are low and his lips are succulent. Too succulent.

I run my hand up his chest, his shirt lifting by my movements. I push my head under his shirt and bite on his titty.

"Zara?" he laughs and slaps my ass. I don't stop sucking on his titty til' he agrees to take me to pickup mommy's package.

"Which part yah pick it up?" is his way of saying yes.

I tell him and slip my feet in my white Crocs.

"Qara a come too with her hair like that?" he stands and pick up his key.

"Yeah," I nod and get Qara, her hair in four big plaits.