I reply to a few text messages on my socials before I take a quick shower. After that, I clad myself in a grey two piece and slide in my bed. My thighs pressed together at the thought of Nickoi. I want to hear his husky voice.
My palms pats the bed for my phone. I feel it and dial his number immediately. He doesn’t answer. Then he calls back.
“I’m home,” I purr.
“Wah gwaan Mami?” his voice captivating.
I want you.
“I’m just… here…waiting to see you,” I say and he chuckles briefly.
“Wah see me,” he repeats.
I know he’s smiling.
“…a the weather doh?” I laugh because I’m guilty.
“Right now yes but I always want to see you, the weather nuh normally matter,” I smile.
He chuckles again. “Mi a hear yuh,” he replies and what he says next sends chills down my spine. “Wah you wah do when me reach in?”
I’m horny..
I get flashbacks of his toned body. His dark eyes, his lips… him.
“I think you know but since you a play mi a go tell yuh exactly what I want so you might as well reach here faster. Wah Shen say inna the song? Mi waah yuh fi strangle mi and tie me up like a the last time yah see me,” I say boldly. “But yup. I’m waiting impatiently for you.”
He’s silent on the line… someone’s speechless.
“Jah Jah,” he finally says. “You drink nutt’n Mami?”
“Nah,” I answer.
“Jah…” he’s still in shock. “Mi a fawud in the next 20 minutes.”
“10 minutes,” I say and he chuckles.
“Ah. 10 minutes.”
NICKOI
I rest the phone on my lap, legs spreading in and out, for a second I lose my focus. I look over at the woman when I park at her gate. She looks nervous. My eyes shifts to Jordane too before I speak. “Unuh good?” They both nod.
“Ah, unuh fawud,” I step out and feel Jania touching me.
“She feisty and she will say rude things to yuh, so please nuh mind her cause I love my mother,” she begs.
“Just fawud man.”
Her mom is still arguing, she doesn’t even realize that she has visitors.Ol’ Chattabox.
“Mi chat to them pan the phone enuh Bigz and mi make him know say him affi deal wid mi daughter and him say yes. Mi seh all him big bredda mi affi rush up, same one weh dem say a Don,” she lies.
I smile to myself. I can’t take this woman serious. She’s a joke. Her friend touches her hand when he spots me and she snaps her head around, she stops talking immediately. In my peripheral view, Jordane is holding Jania’s hand as we approach their house.
She lives in a Garrison and the Don here is Junior’s friend. Who she really did a go mek program we? It would just backfire on her and get her killed. I stay silent, watching my surroundings as she flashes her plastic smiles and phoney greetings. She can keep it.
She hugs them and I rest my hand on my waist the entire time. She finally looks at me, she was avoiding to face me.
