Page 20 of Pills and Potions: Snoh
“So, you like Mr. Harris? Like, really like him?” she inquired in a calmer tone.
“When Snoh came to pick you up for your first day as his personal assistant, I was locked in. I watched him from the lobby and never stopped thinking about him. I’d walk you downstairson purpose just to see him. I ask you about your day at work just to hear about him. London, you had him wrapped around your finger. I was jealous because I knew you would never reciprocate the attention and affection he showed you. This week was my only opportunity to get him to see me.”
“Why you ain’t never say anything, Lyric? I would’ve let you meet the nigga properly or better yet; let you have the job. I can get a job anywhere.”
“I wasn’t trying to ruin what you had going on. You found that job and I wasn’t about to take it from you or make it awkward.”
“I would do anything for you. You know that. That includes sacrificing my job for your happiness. You should’ve told me, Lyric.”
“Well, now you know and so does he. He’s not going to fire you though so quit thinking that. He’s obsessed with you and at the end of the day, I gave him what he wanted. Just go to work and handle business the way you been doing.”
“It’s not that simple, Lyric. We played in that man’s face. He’s not letting that go.”
She was right but so was I. Snoh wanted her physically and I gave him that illusion that he had her. He might be upset for a while, but he’d get over it. He was a man and as long as pussy was received, they felt like they conquered their goal.
“He will.”
I was over the conversation and needed to finish processing what the hell had happened. Every party in the situation was running off emotions. The only thing that was on a loop at the moment was him telling me he’d choose me over her. I was foolish to think he would, but I had hopes he would make good on his word.
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Two weeks had passed since Snoh realized he was being played like a fiddle. I still hadn’t developed an ounce of regret, but curiosity surfaced many times. I wanted to know what he was thinking or if I had a chance of having another conversation. In my eyes, he owed me that. He would’ve never known my true feelings and lines would’ve never been crossed if he didn’t give me that serum.
London walked through the door interrupting my thoughts. She was still going to work like I suggested except things had gotten extremely weird for her and she was frustrated behind it. She dropped her bags off on the counter and immediately poured herself a drink.
“Same bullshit?” I questioned.
“Yup. Lyric, the man won’t show his face because of us. He ain’t been to work in weeks. I don’t know if the nigga alive or dead for real. He only relay messages via email. You have got to talk to him.”
“I’m probably the last person that nigga want to talk to. Why don’t you just go to his crib and see what’s up?” London had a master key to that man’s world. I didn’t know why she was putting on right now.
“He changed the locks. I tried that shit last week and was left at the gate looking crazy. I get why he did it, but I’m mad he did it. It’s lowkey fuckin’ with me. It’s always been business for me, so I’m looking at it from that standpoint.”
“It’s personal for him, sis’, and that’s where wires got crossed. You knew he wanted you and you still flirted with him knowing you wouldn’t take it further. He took that shit to heart. Your little rundown every morning was like a temporary fix of him not being able to have you in ways other than professional. You took it lightly, he didn’t.”
“Damn. I didn’t think about that. If you would’ve kept your fuckin’ legs closed, we wouldn’t be in this mess. I’m blaming you until he gets over this shit and comes back to work.”
I could take the blame, but I couldn’t take him taking his anger out on London. She had rules in play. It was me that went against them. I grabbed my cell and scrolled until I found his name and number. Snoh could have his moment and listen to what I had to say as well.
Tapping his name, it rung and I quickly hung up. I wasn’t expecting it to go through. I thought that maybe he’d have his phone turned off or on DND ignoring the world. I was no longer using London’s phone, so my number was unknown to him. His was snatched from London’s contact list the second she gave it to me.
He called back and my nerves shot to hell so fast. He wasn’t communicating with London but everyone else had access to him. I jetted to my room and shut the door. If he did give me a chance to speak, I wanted it to be in private.
Swiping right, the call connected, and I answered with, “I’m begging you not to hang up on me, Snoh. I just need a minute.” When the line stayed quiet, I realized he was giving it to me. “I’ve apologized before, but I don’t mind saying it again… I’m sorry. I’m only sorry for the deception, though. I’m not sorry for loving you, and I’m damn sure not sorry for satisfying my cravings of you. Every touch, every minute spent together, every word shared is mine to keep and I won’t let you take that from me. Be mad at me for such greed, not London. I made those choices, not her.”
The line remained quiet and for the life of me, I couldn’t tell whether or not he heard me. I was unapologetic about my feelings and that wasn’t changing. I wasn’t the only person admitting feelings over this week’s span either. He admitted his feelings to the wrong twin, but they were still confessed. Whenwe fucked, that connection was with me and me only. He was talking me through that shit, not my sister.
“My crib in an hour. Bring London.” The call was disconnected and a smile graced my lips.
“London!” I called out to her. She came running in seconds later.
“What? What happened?”
“Snoh wants to see us at his crib in an hour.”
Her face displayed nothing but confusion. “You spoke to him?”
“Yup and he want us to fall through. What you think he gon’ say? I mean, he’s your boss.” I was excited but nervous at the same time. He was doing the complete opposite of my expectations.
