Page 18 of Pills and Potions: Snoh
“Who is she, beautiful?”
“My fuckin’ woman, now tell me why the fuck you’re in my condo? We don’t even play like this, not even a little!” she shouted.
“Was them pretty ass lips not just wrapped around my dick? Did I not just have you cummin’ on my shit back to back like a pipe had bust? Oh, we got déjà vu I see.”
“What? London what the fuck is this nigga talkin’ about? You fucked him?” Her girlfriend shoved her from the back, and I almost stepped in and smacked fire from her ass. Putting hands on my woman wasn’t the safest thing to do.
“Alani, use your fuckin’ head. I been with you all week. Just give me a second to straighten this shit out, aight? And don’t put yo’ hands on me again. I’ll beat yo’ ass in here,” she warned her.
“All week, huh? So, what? When you left me, you came home to her?” I was too curious to see how far she went to have the best of both worlds.
“Mr. Harris, you might’ve fucked me, but you didn’t fuckme. I have a?—”
The sound of the front door opening put a pause to her rant. All three of us focused our attention to the person coming down the hall. Slides were heard being dragged across the floor as the smell of coffee immediately took over my senses. When they surfaced around the corner, I was completely taken aback.
We locked eyes briefly before her attention was gained behind me. “Shit!”
“Like I was saying Mr. Harris, I have a twin. If you did get the cookies, they came from her jar, not mine. This is Lyric.”
I wanted to think otherwise but couldn’t. The second she stood in front of me, my body remembered her. It was a reaction I’d got comfortable with all week. I was infatuated with London but after experiencing her… Lyric, the connection changed.
“London, you wasn’t supposed to be back until Saturday. Why are you here?” Lyric questioned.
“Alani got called back for an emergency meeting at her job. We caught a red eye last night. What the hell is going on with you and Mr. Harris? You weren’t supposed to fuck him,” she answered.
“Tell me what she was supposed to do then?” I inquired. My irritation level was sky the fuck high, and I’d yet to tear my gaze from Lyric. I couldn’t help myself now that I was more than familiar with her.
“Snoh, I can explain,” Lyric voiced.
“You ain’t got no choice but to.” I breezed pass her and headed to where my shit was.
“Sorry sis’,” I heard her say before following behind me.
Once we were in her bedroom, she closed the door and locked it. That wasn’t enough to keep me here, to be honest. I had every intention of getting the fuck up out of here after securing my shit. Playing with my emotions wasn’t smart, but somehow these two muthafuckas thought they could. I was eager to hear what the fuck she had to say though.
She stood there fiddling around causing my annoyance to spike even further. “You ain’t been this quiet all week. Don’t shut down now.”
“Snoh—”
“I thought I was tripping when you started calling me by my name. London always addressed me as Mr. Harris to let a nigga know it would never be that. However, you were making your presence known and my dumbass was too smitten to acknowledge it.”
“We may look alike, but me and London are far from the same. I’ve been showing you that all week.”
“Scheming ass women,” I said shaking my head.
“Was pussy not the only thing you wanted from her? I mean, let’s be real, Snoh. Fuckin’ me made you feel like you finally won her.”
Pussy was a plus; all I wanted was her. Whatever was discussed between her and London wasn’t the truth. What I told her over dinner was. My attraction to London had grown over the years so yeah, when Lyric stepped into the role and threw herself at me, I caught her with glee. She was the prize in my eyes.
I thought on everything she said at dinner and realized she admitted to me being the one nigga she couldn’t love out loud. She also said she yearned for me. I saw London every day and not once did she give up a vibe of wanting me. She might’ve flirted a time or two, but it was never serious. This entire weekI got more attention from Lyric than London in years. All the signs were there.
Would you still choose me if I had a twin?I dropped my head and chuckled from my ignorance. How many times did she have to spell it out for me? She told me from jump who the fuck she was, and I paid it no mind. That confession was her true feelings and had nothing to do with London.
“A damn fool indeed,” I voiced aloud. Old Man Nelson called it. “What was supposed to happen once London resumed her position? I’ve had the pleasure of nutting in you freely, Lyric. I can’t just step away from that. Every time I see her, I’m going to think of you.”
“What did you expect after drugging me?” she shouted.
Damn.She knew about the potion. I didn’t know how or when she got the one up, but she did. I was a man about my shit so there was no point in trying to hide it. The cat was out the bag. My thing is, why stick around afterward? Was being around me worth the risk?
