Chapter 33 Calls
Calls
A yuh usual thing fi late enuh, miss. So calm dung, my subconscious chimes in. I ignore her.
“Alright, Mommy have to leave now.” I grab him, pulling him gently when I realize he has no plans to quit. Then I pin him down and dress him. Whew. Finally.
I turn him around, slap his butt, toss him over my shoulder, grab my bag, and head out.
“Babe,” I call as I reach downstairs.
“Last one,” Nickoi says, holding the spoon at Zahira’s mouth. He’s feeding her crushed potatoes in her high chair and she’s calm. Mhm. Very unlike her. She’s never calm when I’m feeding her.
“Mami,” he says, not looking at me. I stand behind him and Zahir starts kicking, arms stretched out toward him. I tighten my grip. Hmm. True him see Daddy.
“O-ah,” he coos, still reaching. Hey, dem baby yah nuh rate yuh enuh, Zara, my subconscious laughs. Sadly, only when it’s time to breastfeed them. Nickoi puts down the spoon and wipes Zahira’s lips before finally looking at me.
“Ready fi leave now, Mami?” I nod, and he takes Zahir from me. The baby lights up in his arms. Nickoi smirks at him, then looks at me. His eyes scan me slowly. Why him a look pan me so? If he could undress me with his eyes, I’d be naked. And pregnant, too, that girl in my head adds.
He stares into my eyes, and I shift on one leg, awkward. “You a go work like that?” His brow lifts. I blink. How mi dress? Ask him, nuh ask me or the readers dem. We nuh know!
“Wah do the dress, Nickoi?”
“Tight.” His voice drops an octave. He licks his lips. I start blushing.
“It’s not that tight,” I defend.
“Hmm.” He’s unconvinced, then grabs my butt.
What’s wrong with Nickoi this morning? He puts Zahir in the feeding chair and steers me into the living room.
That look in his eyes, I know it too well.
He licks his lips again, looking me up and down.
I gulp. Zara, kiss him nuh. What’s wrong with me?
I’m supposed to be at work, not standing here melting over this man.
A sigh leaves my lips. I need to get it together.
Why am I entertaining this? Nickoi bites his lip like he knows he’s teasing me.
Lordt. This man makes me wanna, *coughs.
* Let me behave. My eyes drop to his chest. If I keep staring into his eyes, I might lose all my senses.
“Aum—” I try, but he leans close, his lips brushing my earlobe. And just like that, I lose my senses. Just. Like. That, my subconscious hums.
“Nah stop yuh from being sexy, enuh. But if I’m not around, yuh cya wear this. It a show yuh up too much, and mi nuh wah kill nobody.”My breath catches. His voice is low, but his eyes are filled with lust.
“But…” I start.
He cuts me off with a look. “Zara, doh argue wid me.” I nod and walk back to the room. In the mirror, I smooth the fabric of the dress. This one’s a little looser. I hope it ‘passes.’ Mi cayless eeeh? Have man a dictate what I wear? A man Government.
I sigh, grab my bag, and head back out.
“How it look now?” I ask, standing awkwardly in front of him. His warm chocolate eyes roam me. Nickoi and these annoying ways.
“Better,” he smirks.
“Okay.” I go over to my babies. Zahir’s reaching for a toy, Zahira’s swaying with her spoon.
“I love you. Be good.” I kiss them both and they giggle. Awww, look at my babies. I hate leaving them. From the corner of my eye, I catch Nickoi smiling, he’s my baby too.
“It’s 8:20,” he checks his Rolex. “Yuh late?”
“Not really.” I scroll through my phone. First class starts at 10. Technically, I’m late. Teachers should be there from 7:30, but let’s be honest, I barely make it.
“Mi have a 10 o’clock class. I should be at school early though,” I hiss. No idea what’s wrong with me. Even when I wake up early, I still end up late. Maybe it’s my talent.
“Aah… just don’t hurry,” he says, running his hand along my curve. “Mi love yuh, enuh. Mek sure yuh drive safe.”
I smile. My palm slides over his cheek and I stare into his eyes. There’s something in them I can’t describe. He bites his lip and squeezes my ass.“I love you too. An’ mi a go drive safe.”
“Wear yuh seatbelt,” the concern in his voice. Whew. That sound alone always warms me.
“Alright, Mami.”
“Later.” I wink. His face lights up. Lust gleams in his eyes.
Did I just wake the devil in him? I drag my frenchies down his chest before walking off.
He’s definitely mad I’m leaving him stirred up like this.
I glance back, and nearly lose my breath.
He’s staring at me like I’m a prey. I hop into my Benz, buckle up, start the engine, and head to work, smiling the whole damn way.
NICKOI
A drunk man’s words are a sober man’s thoughts.
That’s the best way I can explain Rick right now.
He has a new girl, but the guilt is eating him alive.
Every minute, he brought her up. The way she loved his son like her own.
The way she listened to him. The way she made him feel seen, but the ghost of Gina still lingers in his chest. I sit there listening, blowing out smoke, nodding slowly.
But the moment he starts getting angry, blaming himself saying.
“Mi feel guilty… Mi know how this look” I lean forward and knock over the cup in front of me.
“Enough liquor, bro.”
This is not the place for this shit. We’re in the middle of a club, Tyga’s Rack City blasting, dim red lights, fog in the air from smoke machines, weed, and naked bitches, with oily skin and glitter between their thighs, swinging around poles, ass clapping, heels clicking, bills floating.
One girl has these cherry-red braids down to her waist and gold rings on every finger. She bends over like rubber, tongue out.
Still, all I can think of is how broken Rick sounds.
“She makes me feel seen, bro. And she loves Aden. She’s everything I should want but… it feel like mi a replace Gina.” I tap my spliff out in the tray and look him straight in the eye.
“Yuh nah replace Gina. You’re still loving her. But you also have to live, Rick. She would a wah see yuh happy.”
He nods slowly, eyes glassy. Then his attention shifts to the strippers.“Keep an eye on him,” I say to Gutta as Anna jumps in the conversation, drunk as a bat.
“Mi wah keep a yacht party!” she shouts above the music. Everyone turns to her, still that’s not enough to her. She pouts, annoyed no one responded.
“When?” I ask, gripping the Don Julio bottle by the neck, taking the last shot. The burn kicks hard. The bwoy Gutta a force this pan everybody.
She smiles like she won. “We could do it anytime you’re available cause I know you’re always busy.”
“Just mek a date mon and we make it happ’n.”
“The real way,” Gutta chimes in. Strippers are back to their madness, twerking and doing splits, pouring liquor down each other’s backs. One approaches me. Pretty, smooth skin, full lips, ass round.
“Yuh want a lap dance, Prezi?” she asks, leaning down. She touches my chest, slow and soft. I look at her. She’s fine. Real fine. But she isn’t Zara. Not even close.
“Nah, mi Gov.” She smirks, disappointed, but walk away, frass too, feeling the blood flooding to my dick, my legs rocking as I reach for my pocket. No phone. Shit. I check the Crown, and spot the missed calls when I plug it in: all from Zara.
F—
I tell Gutta again, “Watch Rick” once more, then I left. When I got home, I unlock the front door and step into the warm light. The living room is quiet except for the low hum of the TV. Zara is curled up on the couch in one of my shirts, her legs pulled to her chest. Her eyes land on mine.
“Which part you a come from?” Her voice sharp.
“The club,” I retort. She’s nodding like har head a chip.
“That’s what I figured. I called you, Nickoi.”
“Mi phone did dead,” I say simply.
She looks away. “Right.”
I step toward her and kiss the side of her neck. She pulls away. “Don’t touch me.” I inhale deeply. The tension between us is heavy..
“So mi cyaa miss a call now?” I ask, frustrated. “Mi did deh a the club. Neva’ a do nutt’n crazy.”
“You could’ve texted. Plugged in your phone. Told someone to let me know. Something.” She’s right. But I don’t say it. I just stare at her.
“You’re mad at me for not answering my phone… Jah kno,” I half chuckle, then I’m serious again. She doesn’t reply. Her mouth parts slightly, and I see it, the way her chest is rising and falling. Her eyes on mine. Challenging. Needing. Burning. I step closer.
“Yuh angry,” I murmur.
“No shit.” I touch her thigh, sliding my hand under the oversized shirt. Her skin is warm. Her thighs open slightly, despite the fire in her eyes.
“Yuh miss me.”
“Nick—”
I silenced her with a kiss. Slow. Deep. My hand moves to her panties, only thing is, I feel flesh, she has nothing underneath my shirt. My gaze climbs up to her and she let out a low breath. My fingers soaked already.
“Tell me you don’t want me right now,” I whisper, teasing her ear. She bites down into her bottom lip. Hard.
“That’s why yuh vex bout the call,” I pull the shirt over her head, revealing her soft brown skin and perfect curves.
She reaches for my pants, undid them, then grab me.
“P-please…” she pleads. The heat between us explodes.
I push her back against the couch, sliding into her slowly, she grants me with easy access.
No drawz in the way. I ease deeper, eyes close.
She moans in my ear like she needed it, like her little argument only made her want me more.
“N-nickoi…” spills into the air. Her nails claw my back. I kiss her shoulder, her collarbone, her jaw. Pleasure firing through me rapidly, her walls clenching around me. The. Best. Feeling. In. The. World.
“Zara,” I groan into her skin, sliding in and out, but not too far out, grinding into her G spot. Her weakness.
“Nickoi… please… mi cyaa… ughh,” she whispers. I don’t stop hitting the spot. Her walls suddenly tighten mid-stroke, clamping down so hard it halts my motion. I grunt, caught in the grip of her body, like it refused to let me go. I can’t last when she does shit like that…
“I hate you sometimes,” she breathes, eyes rolling back.
She spreads those thick legs wider, her toes, hooked in my jeans, dragging it all the way down, I step out of them, close my hand around her throat, and stroke her slow, rocking into every ounce of nerve in her body.
“Don’t stop,” she begs. I glance down, liking how her toes curls. She bites my shoulder.
“R-right deh so… yesss… deeper.” Her body twisting in pleasure in the sofa, has to be the sexiest shit I’ve seen in a while.
I grip the sofa, so that every stroke lands exactly where I want it, now balls deep, pounding with all the pent up tension in my body, my bottom lip tucked in.
I don’t stop until her legs are shaking.
Until her back arches and she cries out.
“Mmmm… N-nickoi…” I hold her face in my hands as I release a load into her just as she’s creaming me, sweat sticking to our skin. After, I stayed inside her, smiling as my dick jumped in her, my chest pressed to hers. She kisses my temple.
“Answer your damn phone next time.”
I chuckle.