Not My Type 3: Alternate World

55. Joker &...

3 weeks after..
To how this late, I didn't read over so...

📍PHOENIX PARK VILLAGE
Z A R A
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I'm in my living room typing up a review for my literature Sba when my phone rings. I get butterflies.

Nickoi.

My heart warms.

"Hey?" I say sweetly. "I'm kinda busy right now but talk."

"Know mi just a link yuh up fi mek yuh know me just reach in from school—well training," he tells me.

I can't help smiling. Ever since he started therapy with Mr. Benji he has been his greatest self.

Love this fimme!

He's still Nickoi, still highly sexual, still feisty, still nonchalant and serious but so much more pure and free.

"Okay..." I blush to myself, my eyes still on the laptop screen before me. "So you have dinner?"

"Teleport yuhself no babes," he makes me laugh out loudly. "Definitely would a mash up sup'm."

"Not today...maybe tomorrow," I shrug with a shy smile.

I hear him chuckle.

"So wah yuh busy with?" he changes the topic.

"It's my literature Sba we should write a movie review of 2500 words," I tell him.

"That a breeze fi yuh," he's shuffling around.

"Mi a go wul a fresh. Stay pan the phone," he says and I smile, turning my attention back to the assignment.

While I'm doing so I hear him singing. "A mi name big thief Moca a track so we chop discrete!" I hear his closet opening and closing too.

He usually takes his clothes out and lay them on the bed before he showers.

"So what's the plan for tonight? Bed or road?" I ask him. My eyes still on my laptop.

"Tired. Which road?" he chuckles.

I smile. "Good bwoy."

I get lost in my school work, he's still on the call. His line is quiet. At times, I hear him sing lines from Kraff's Amiri.

"Zara?" he calls. I look to see that he's requesting video. "Answer nuh."

I accept it and see him naked. He bites on his lip. His tattooed arms stretching with the phone. He puts it on the window pane, making me see every part of him.

"Make sure a you alone deh deh so eno," he makes sure say.

I laugh at that.

"I'm home alone," I twirl my pencil.

"Home alone..." his eyes glints.

"Yes mommy and Qara went out," I tell him.

Tugging at his beard, he turns, I admire his muscles as he reaches for his bar soap. It's black.

He looks down, he's making it hard to focus. Rivulets of water cascades over the sinewy ridges of his back as he stands under the soothing spray of the shower.

"You a stare pan man so?" he rubs his face with his soapy hands.

"Last time mi check me a stare pan MY man, and me have ALL rights to!" I give him attitude.

He smirks.

I close my book.

Open back the book yuh love man too much likkle gyal!