Wednesday, Feb 14💘
9:45 am
(Couldn't proofread)
📍CENTRAL PLAZA, HALF WAY TREE
Z A R A
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Valiant's Lumbah blast loudly. I laugh watching him being goofy, bobbing his head to the beat that's thumping relentlessly.
"Strong back inna mi back...." he starts it over, now dancing.
"Prettiest Valentine..."he smiles. "Why yuh want makeup?"
I smile too.
He's taking me to the best Makeup Artist. Candy. My appointment is at 10 o' clock. It's ten minutes to.
This is going to be my first time at a makeup artist. I never needed to. I started practicing so early, now I'm good at it.
At this point yuh need fi open yuh own Makeup Studio.
Nah.
"A just ten minutes lef," I say quietly.
"Who cause that?" he turns to look at me. He's wearing a hat today, he kotch it. Black tees, it's practically the only thing he wears.
I drop my eyes to his bottom half, black joggers, his feet barefooted. He prefers to take his slides off.
When he drops me off he's going to the gym.
"The traffic is the reason we're late Nickoi," is my response.
He shakes his head and suck his teeth unconvincingly.
"Me wake yuh up so early and yuh deh pan phone the whole time," he speaks as if he's pissed I was on the phone.
I slept at his house. We didn't do anything adult-ish, well, if cuddling counts. Today is the day for that.
Try nuh get no November baby!
We want July baby.
"Look how much time we stop," I point out.
"You have a late problem, weh yuh wah do, go round that?" he gives me a look. "That's impossible."
"Okay sir," is all I say, now focusing on the song that comes on.
It's a Chronic Law song that he's always playing.
I look through the window. We're almost there. I reach for my purse, take out my Flowerbomb lotion to moisturize my arms.
"Send me the picture we take this morning," he reaches for his phone, his eyes still on the road. He's driving a little fast.
I take the phone and airdrop the picture to him.
My eyes spots Instagram.
"So how yuh say yuh no have Instagram?" I look at him.
I run my hand up and down my arm with the lotion.
"Zara press pan it," is all he says, his tone nonchalant. It annoys me. I look back at the phone screen and click on it.
It loads up. I see that he isn't logged in.
"So you plan to login?" I ask, not liking this at all.
"Zara..." he drags my name.
"Nickoi," I keep my eyes on him.
"We nah go argue right now okay?" his voice calm.
"You have a page?" My tone harsh.
"Why it's a big deal if mi have gram?" is his question.
"So you do have a page?"
"No," he sighs.
"Here we again with the lies," I look through the window with an eye roll. Not wanting to argue, I decide to rest the argument.
I feel his hand gripping my thighs. That's his way to get my attention. He's successful when I turn to face him.
"What?"
"I didn't lie to you," he starts. "Mi just never tell you sup'm...but mi a try work on everything....mi a try and tell yuh."
"Okay," I nod. "So you wanna still talk now seeing that we reach?"
He turns in and park, his eyes on the reverse camera as he does a perpendicular backwards park. I don't know how to do that. Parking is my weakness in driving.
Especially when I'm reversing.
"Tell her yuh reach," he looks up at me. I unclip my seatbelt.
"Okay," I pick up my phone and call Candy's number.
"Hey baby?" she answers.
"Good morning, I'm outside," I say with a sweet voice.
"Okay baby girl," she retorts.
I hang up and see him just searching for a song to play. I watch him silently. The song comes on, Fridayy's When it comes to you.
"Been a meds this lately," he tells me. I go silent, just listening.
Why this a get me emotional?
We stare at each other. He's in deep thoughts. I can say the same for myself. This song was written for us, especially him.
Love nice eno..
"Love at first sight?" I say to lighten the mood.
He doesn't say anything. He's transported to another dimension.
"Can you stop beating up yourself?" I know him too well.
"Mi nah beat up miself," he shakes his head.
"So wah you a do then?"
"It's just that..." he grabs his phone from the arm rest. "Mi a' add this to we playlist."
"It's you..." I say softly. "The song."
"Yeah that mi a say, it's like me been a try express how mi truly feel, mi try yes but all a the things me been a grapple fi say the dawg just say it all fi me inna one song," he explains.
I nod and reach over for a hug. He holds onto me, longer than I expected. I inhale his strong aroma. Mmmm.
Without breaking the hug he speaks.
"Wah mi never tell yuh now is that...Eric at your church isn't just a nerd in my class who sends notes, he's in the gang too," he admits. My eyes widens.
"Him a live double life?" I pull back to look at him.
"Yah..."
How far are you?
I sigh, looking down. "I am too." He squeezes my hand.
"Zara?" he doesn't like when I'm down.
"Okay...this is what I choose," I smile.
"That's my girl," he seems so free. I decided to monitor his meds.
I look in my bag. "Did you take the Zeptol mood stabilizer?" I look up at him.
"Give me," he stretches his hand.
I drop it in his hand. I take out the water and give him. I watch as he takes the pills and drink the water.
"Lemme see that tongue," my mind drifts to the wrong thing. I laugh. "I mean, lemme see under it."
"Zara Jah know...me take it," he laughs, shaking his head.
"Let me see," I press.
"No....chro," he kiss his teeth. "You want bad man fi long out me tongue?"
"A the first?" I ask him. He wants to laugh. What he says next cause the both of us to laugh like hyena.
"Hey Killer, me–me d'even know you. Kinda argument dat like you waan me long out, mi tongue and show you?"
"Battyman?!" We say together in between laughs.
Who did know say serious serious Nickoi funny so?
I'm still laughing. "You ever a come up with some random Kartel songs."
"Mi never really have no choice eno babes, mi father is a Gaza man," he tells me.
"Ohhh yeah....but anyways yuh cya' come gwan like yah condemn it."
"Zara bill nuh?" he's annoyed.
I laugh again, my stomach weak. Yuh tek laugh til me weak too serious.
"No it yuh use lick me cli—"
"Shut up," he puts his hand over my mouth as I giggle. It's so cute how he's still shy about it, even though he's amazing.
Don't get me startedddddddd!
That bwoy a sleep pan him tongue!
The way it feel, mi feel like it could revive a dead, my subconscious is WILD for that.
I laugh to myself.
He lifts his tongue to show that he swallowed it.
Big baby..
"Good...anyways what were you saying? Get back to that..."
"Yeah so Eric deactivate my page for a few years now. Nuh know if ig allow the time, so that's where he comes in. Him monitor my page sometimes," he tells me. "But mi technically nuh have an active Ig."
"Ohh," I nod thinking about it. "So you plan to get it?"
"Just fi today. Just fi you," he smirks.
"Okay, so why yuh avoid it? Did something happen?" I'm curious.
"Father's request," he retorts.
I stare blankly.
He's such a control freak.
Leave that alone..
"What's the name?" I question.
"Wah yuh think?" he's smiling. Zara yuh bless eno. Watch how the lady man look like a billion dollar.
I look upstairs. "Member me have the appointment?"
"Nuh meds that," he kiss his teeth. "Wah yuh think the page name?"
"Sum prezzi sup'm?" I try. I don't think he'd use his name. I also know his street name is Prezzi.
I know I'm right when I see his dimples sinks in. He doesn't have the type that only shows when he laughs, his sinks deeply the moment he speaks, when he smiles, it goes deeper.
Even more pleasing to the eyes.
Awww.
"How yuh know that?" he's smiling. I'm mesmerized.
"Cause...you have a smart girlfriend," I say sweetly.
He chuckles and tugs at his beard, his legs rocking.
I want to ask about his reaction to his father beating him. How he acted like it was nothing. Not a single groan subconsciously. Not a drop of tear. I don't think I should right now.
"Prezident...is the @ Ms. iamzaraluv," he smirks. I laugh out.
"Eric a work man," I'm still laughing.
"You brain a fire man," he teases.
I stop smiling.
"So it no usually fire?" I'm offended.
"No," his voice flat. I attempt to slap him but remember that it's best if I keep my hands to myself.
Because if I hit him, I should expect him to hit back.
Right. Love how yaw think.
And obviously the lick weh me give him nuh must be the same one weh me get back.
I just laugh.
"You are so rude," I pick up my phone, now leaning into him for a kiss. He surprises me and kiss my cheek.
I pull back and glare at him. He turns his head, laughing.
"Anyways she say she would take an hour so don't have me waiting....I luh' you," I playfully say.
"Pick a number," he surprises me.
"Look like yuh nuh wah mi lef yuh eno bwoy," I laugh, thinking of a number to choose. He loves my company.
I love his company too.
I wish I didn't have to go to that makeup artist.
"Choose the number no young girl," he's so eager.
I look away then I say. "Hmm....8?" My eyes now on him.
He reaches for his wallet and starts flicking out $5000 notes. I notice that he keeps going, I start smiling. He stops at the eighth $5k.
"Extra money," he smirks and kiss my lips over and over. He already booked my hair appointment with $1200 USD for a 30" Burmese curly unit and install.
Him free we from the card!
He said that's supposed to do my makeup and buy what I want. Now this? Ouuuu.
I look down at our lips and laugh. He holds the back of my head and suck on my bottom lip. "I love you...memba that," his words caresses my heart.
My smile disappears.
There's something different about the way he said this and it isn't his first time saying it. His eyes gleams.
"Gwaan now," he playfully runs me out.
I laugh and get out, feeling happy. I get scared every time we're too happy. I hope this isn't the Genisis of a disaster.
He slaps my ass while I'm stepping out.
"Later bookie," I tease him. He rolls up the window making me laugh.
Slowly, I make my way to the stairs.
****
Nick's POV
I get so engrossed in the punching bag to the point where Eric has to shout in order for me to hear him.
"Nick!" he shouts, getting closer. He told me to start the gym to let out my anger. He drops his gym bag and join me.
He has a part time job here as a personal trainer.
Good youth.
As he gets two punch in he starts speaking. His tone make me automatically know this is a touchy subject.
"You were right."
"Bout wah?" I don't look, I keep punching. It feels amazing.
"Somebody down here a work fi García," he speaks through his teeth. I stop what I'm doing in deep thoughts.
He stops too, watching as I put up my EarPods.
Nutt'n never a play.
Just nuh wah nobody chat to me.
Regula day.
Never drop guard so yuh cya' find me inna' public a stuff my ears with music. If I do play it, it's low.
I sit down. He sits too.
"Tell me wah gwan..."
"I went over the communication logs between Garcia and Miles. It's, uh, strange..." he trails off.
"Strange?"
"Yeah I didn't hear Mike's—"
"Miles," I correct him but still tells him to go on.
"Yeah I didn't hear his voice once on the calls. Instead, there's this altered voice," I look at him coldly. Not mad, in my natural mean mug.
Him know say man brain just a chip. So him nah meds me.
I think to myself.
Altered voice is giving the opp is closer than I think.
"So it seems like someone a relay the messages between them from here. Like, uh García isn't directly talking to Miles. Based on the conversation, I'm certain," he explains.
Two persons in mind. One doesn't make any sense...yet.
Notice him ways lately still.
But the bwoy Doritos did a move a way a school yesterday it's more noticeable...nearly make we war.
Must be a reason..
Must can lead me somewhere.
Maybe lead yuh to yuh 'best friend..'
"Mi a link Doritos by Weekend. Then we move from there. Yuh never check the camera?"
"I didn't find much," he retorts.
"Eric," his father calls him. He's the owner of the Gym.
He daps me up. "I have to get back to work now mi boss."
"Alright do the right," I nod, then as he walks away he says.
"Zara make a post weh yaw go like. Love that fi yuh bro," he doesn't look back making me smirk, I unlock my phone.
The moment I see it I'm not pleased.
Who she a hide?
It's an Instagram story with us but she cropped me out a little.
Why woman love hide the G' dem?
Might as well make it stay ina' the gallery.
Chro.
How it bun yuh so?
A people yuh wah see yuh so bredda? The voice in my head is always trying to piss me off.
I enter my photo album for the actual picture of us that she sent to me this morning and click on story.
Haven't made a post in forever.
Yuh 500k gyal dem waiting—me mean followers.
Done with certain style.
****
Zara's POV
My makeup is almost done.
She gave me a little break to eat my food. I notice that as I eat my chicken Quesadilla my phone is blowing up in my purse.
Then a wah gwaan?
A bet yuh a Suzanne dem inna the group.
Di gyal dem can chat!
I ignore it, my attention on my food. Across from me is the makeup artist, Kavine. She's eating chicken too.
As she stares at me she laughs.
"Gimme the fan Zara," she takes it seeing how uncomfortable it is for me to hold while I'm eating.
The breeze cool and nice eeeh?
Nah lie, this? Feel gooooood!
Mmm.
"Can pass deh phone deh fimme please?" I say when the notifications continues to go off.
The homeless woman in the shop stands and the slim girl pass it to me.
"Go siddungggg! Nobody a chat to yuh?!" I shift my attention to the girl. Everyone wondering why she's handling the lady like that.
"Aye gyal yuh nuh wah mi dust yuh out?" the homeless lady says standing up for herself.
As she should!
"You gone inna yuh shell now," they tease the slim girl. She sits as if they aren't talking to her.
Everyone laughing. I finally open my phone to see that a lot of messages, tags, likes....and follow requests are coming in.
Huh?
A the likkle mirror picture?
Could never when yuh no have 300 followers good?
Tewww extra.
I click to see that most of the persons following me are girls I don't know. I stroll through my messages, shaking my head. I spot a plain black wallpaper.
A which gothic person this?
The name tells me who it is.
Prezzi.
When I open his chat my heart nearly fall to the ground. He made a post of us, without cutting his face out.
I feel my blood pressure rise.
The lyricssss.
"...she piss me off, somehow she still get whatever she want....talkin' bout her nails, I'm finna nail her ass at home.."
I click on his page to check his followers only fi see 50o and add thousand people slap me inna me face.
Jesus!
Pettiness write all over this post.
"Gimme a second," I walk out of the shop and close the door behind me. His number is already ringing.
He answers I don't wait for him to talk.
"Nickoi wahm to yuh?"
"Wah me do?" he's nonchalant.
"Mi post the picture how me want it—"
"And mi post the picture how me want it," he doesn't care.
"Nickoi mi go want yuh log out and go back unknown," I say firmly.
He sighs. "It's just for today. You know mi nuh love the media."
"How yuh fi do that? Yuh know how much ooman yuh mek wah come to me as a ooman?! Me a 16 mi cya fight dem strong woman deh!"
Hear the coward.
Mi nuh fraid a nuh gyal!
Lick a gyal with a Crep and tek up we foot inna yuh hand. What to dewwww?
What else to dewwww?
Shut up.
This nuh funny. Nickoi a set me up.
Nickoi doesn't make anything better with his response.
"You deal with sup'm stronger than dem. Stop underestimate yuhself. You strong likkle lioness yuh," he jokes. I laugh and shake my head.
"From morning yuh turn comedian. Mi makeup soon done, come for me," I demand him. Playfully of course.
He's silent.
"I luh' you....by bookie," I laugh just to annoy him. I wonder how he'd react if I called him stink?
With that thought at the back of my head I walk back inside.
****
Six hours after...
"You still wrong for doing that," I look up at him as we walk towards the garage.
I bite my chocolate.
"Six hours after..." he shakes his head.
"You lucky eno cause mi phone still a blow up," I look down at it. I had to turn on do not disturb.
He puts the phone to his ear and reach for my finger involuntarily.
Mi sorry mi nuh bilingual eno. Him a' order sup'm in French.
Mi will record him and translate it eno.
No.
I insisted on getting a matching outfit, after a while he agreed. Printed top, shorts and sneakers.
He bought the clothes from his friend. I wanted him to wear a panda dunk with me. He insisted to wear him red flag shoes.
Air Force.
We took some pictures earlier. We went skating because I told him I've never skated before.
I enjoyed every moment. I'm just happy and excited about this mini baecation. I can't wait to show him my gifts.
This should be a national day. National Valentinara.
I'm kinda nervous.
"Mi just know my gifts won't be as good as as yours," I sigh.
"Zara...wahm to you?" he looks away the phone.
"Gimme a likkle clue a wah yuh get fimme nuh?" I ask him.
He leads me to his father's private jet. He holds my hand and lead me in. He stays behind. A smile lits my face at the setup.
"I—" I gasp, with my eyes widened in shock.
There's flowers everywhere. Light pink, my favorite. Everything looks lavish. Designer bags and silver and gold aluminum balloons runs down the aisle.
Love thissss!
I part my lips.
They read "To the Love Of My Life.....Zara I'm Sorry"
Bryson Tiller's Exchange playing.
"Awwww," I coo, I turn to look at him with the sweetest smile. He walks up to me. I wrap my arms around him.
He gives me a quick peck on my lips and sings to me.
"...waiting on a sign, guess it's time for a different prayer...."
Damn.
He stares deep in my eyes.
"....lord please save her for me, do this one favor for me, I had to change my player ways, got way to complicated for me, I hope you're waiting for me..."
I close my eyes and press my body into him in a hug.
"I love you...Mr. Romantic Bad man."
When it comes to you comes on, we sing it together. Lucid follows. The waitress pours champagne for us.
"Cheers...to a journey that isn't easy but is worth it," I raise my cup. He clinks our cups and we sip our champagne.
I see a masseuse approach us. She's beautiful. "Hiii."
"Hi what's up?" I say.
Nickoi smirks. "Ready for us?"
"Of course, ready when you are," she turns and lead us to a setup.
Ouuuu.
Spa in the sky?
*Clinks wine glass internally*
You a live life...
***
I let out a low sexy 'ahhh' in my sleep. I'm in the spa bed. I think? Lying flat on my stomach, a blanket over my lower off.
Wah kinda dream this feel so real?
How it feel like sup'm inna me?
I pop my eyes open.
It's still happening, I look over my shoulder. He slipped my panty to the side. "Wah?" I'm still in my sleep inertia, my voice sounding like a hum.
Mi not even understand wah a gwaan mi just feel really really really good!
"Weh yaw do?" my voice sleepy, sounding miserable too.
I feel his fingers gliding my soaking slit, he plunges his middle finger in me. "Nick—" I'm cut off by an ecstatic sigh.
I begin to stare at him, not holding back how I feel.
Look wah we wake up to...
What's a better way to wake up?
"Look inna mi eyes," he adds another finger in me.
I turn on my side, he grips my arms and position me back on my stomach. He's eating me from the back. His hands slapping my ass continuously.
I bite in his arm, allowing my eyes to flutter in pleasure.
"Why yaw handle me so?" I feel as he holds my hands behind me.
"Nah do yuh nun yuh nah like," I feel him kissing on my shoulder. My body shudders. Damn. He understands my body too much, he knows where to kiss me, he knows where to apply pleasure.
Without removing his lips, from my shoulders and back, he lowers his head down to the middle of my legs.
I feel an electric pulse when he trails kisses down my spine.
"Safe word?"
"Nickoi you're something else—" he slaps my ass. It's pressed directly against his sprouting erection.
"Safe word?"
"Mmm....it feel like rock," I gasp. He pull me up aggressively, hand wrapped around my throat.
Woiiieee!
"That a the safe word? By time yuh fi say that yuh dead," he jokes.
"N'jai..." I say as he spreads my folds with his fingers.
He just stares at me with an indescribable expression. I feel something when I call him that. I don't know why.
Flicking my folds with his fingers, doesn't even match the speed he takes to attack my clit with swift licks and kisses.
My eyes rolls over as I let out a sexual giggle.
"Mi never r-ready..." I'm still giggling. It sounds naughty. It's literally ecstatic.
"Uh....I love you, mmmm," my belly tightens. His tongue feels like a drill in me. No matter if he goes fast or slow, it's just something about his tongue.
I squeal and cum.
He doesn't stop slapping my ass cheeks. His hand around my leg and my waist to secure me in place.
I try to move. I can't.
Lock'd in!
"Cum fimme again," he makes a pop sound.
"Not you slurping," I laugh.
"Nickoiiiiiiiiiii!" I scream in pleasure and bring his head down, pushing his face deeper into me.
My heart beating faster than it should. I might die. Literally. Calm dung yuhself.
Imagine di death certificate.
'Young girl died after being eaten out...'
'Young girl passed out after intense cullilingus actividizzzzz!'
He keeps going. I feel my breathing sharpens, I'm seriously losing breath. I grip in his skin, my legs shakes tremendously.
"B-babe...too much," I get out. The pleasure so great it feel like it out fi kill me.
"You good mami?" The raspiness of his voice does nothing but trigger my orgasm. It drags closer and closer.
"Nickoiiiiiii! Why yawww do mi thisssss?"
I cum again. And again.
And—
"Ughhhhhhhhhhhh!"
"Mi wah yuh attention," he rasp.
I moan again. "See you a get it yahhhhh....youuuu Nickoi yuh affi go dungggggggg!"
I look over my shoulder after locking his head between my legs.
I bite my lip.
"From the back is the besttttt," I'm in bliss. His tongue latched on to my clit.
"Nickoi," I gasp and feel as he slips his middle finger in, his tongue working wonders up and down and around me.
I look out the window at the clouds.
"Literally on cloud 9...ughhhhhhh!" I hoist my body up, legs shaking.
I hold my head down hands in my hair. My body shakily moving back and forth, my mouth in the perfect O, eyebrows pulled together.
Seconds after I'm biting in my lip as I cream his lips.
I'm panting.
My eyes keeps fluttering.
Mi cyaaa breathe!
He slams in me so hard. I'm in the space. Literally. Moons, stars...planets. Think mi all see Pluto too.
Ask Pluto why she trick the wul a we..
I feel my heart stop. It starts again. The pressure is intense. My stomach sinks, it's clenching tight, my body squirming.
I try to think of the safe word but it's just too much I can't remember it.
"Apricot? Red?!"
No...
Try again, the bwoy out fi kill weeee!
"Rainbow?! Cloud 9! Mile high!" I'm practically saying anything.
I keep saying shit, he's chuckling. Now the pressure grows stronger. He's so rough. I cum for the hundredth time.
He slams in me harder.
And harder...
I stiffen.
"Wah mi stop?" He taunts me, plunging in and out. He does a circular motion too. Grinding and crashing into my G spot.
"Yesss," I'm having mixed emotions. It's too intense and I also don't want him to stop.
"Affi say the safe word," he slaps my ass.
Smiling I throw it back. He cross his arms over my ass, pounding in my soul. These back shots are painful. But dem feel good nuh true?
They do!
My toes curls, eyes crossed.
I scream the safe words, this time I do loudly and fast. "Apple, unicorn, melon, popsicle, fudge—N'JAIIIIIIIIIIIII!"
He groans and I feel him cum in me.
He pulls out and laugh, it's sexy. He grabs me in a hug.
"Mi go want yuh call me that more often," he pants.
Ouuu.
His body glistening with sweat.
I sigh, blinking lazily.
Nickoi almost drain out the doll life.
***
Valentinara❤️🔥1/2 Part two coming up. Tomorrow, of course.
—creativegang🥂