Page 11 of Pills and Potions: Snoh

SNOH

T he bright sunrays brought a nigga out his slumber.

Another night had gone by where I had my woman under me and another morning surfaced where she was the first thing I saw.

From the moment she sat on my dick, I knew what was to come.

There was no turning back. I mean, I wouldn’t let her do it no way.

Rolling over, I expected to wrap my arms around her body and bring her to mine, but to my surprise, the bed was empty.

I sat up and looked around in confusion.

There wasn’t a trace of her. I reached for my phone off the nightstand and saw that it was a little after seven.

What the fuck was more goddamn important than me?

When I heard a woman’s laugh on the other side of the door, I calmed down.

She must’ve woken before me and left out to let a nigga get some rest. I grabbed my draws and put them on before exiting the bedroom.

I followed the small laugh, which led me to the kitchen.

Turning the corner, I saw my woman being kissed on by a bitch and she seemed to be enjoying it.

That wide ass grin stretched from ear to ear.

My blood boiled instantly. I was never the man to crash out behind a woman, but London was mine. I stamped my name all over that pussy. If this was her way of telling me she was into women as well, I wasn’t impressed. I was selfish and sharing her wasn’t an option for me.

“What the fuck is this, London?” I questioned.

My sudden appearance caused her and miss lady to jump back in shock. To have my nut reside in you but have a bitch caressing you hours later was blowing me. The disrespect ‘round this muthafucka was wild.

London had on a thong with her breast out and her companion was dressed the same.

What I could do was give miss lady the compliments she deserved.

She was just as beautiful as London and regardless of her dark skin, it carried a shine to it.

Her choice of piercings stuck out the most. The nipple ones couldn’t be missed.

“Mr. Harris? What the fuck are you doing here?” she asked stepping in front of her lover. She was cool with me seeing all of her, but her lady was off limits.

“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 fuck me . 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 week I 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?

“It was a serum not a drug. The only thing I made you do was admit your feelings for a nigga. In my eyes, you were London. The affection for me changed and had my fuckin’ mind wondering.

The things you said and did threw a muthafucka off track, so I had to settle that shit.

A nigga had to make sure he wasn’t crazy. ”

“Snoh, all you had to do was ask. The difference between me and London is I’m all woman and don’t give a fuck about the truth being told.

She couldn’t care less about you, for real.

It’s me who loves you but because I’m not her, you would never see it.

” Unlocking the door, she opened it and said, “I’m sorry for deceiving you, but I think it’s best you leave. ”

“Gladly.”

I was over this shit, to be honest. It was too much to take in for one day and quite frankly it was fuckin’ with me. Obsessed with one but able to physically engage with the other. My mind was blown at this point.

As I walked toward the front door, London met me halfway from the other side of the condo. I assumed that was where she resided. She was dressed in a t-shirt and sweats. I could tell this had always been her way of letting me know she wasn’t attracted to me. Lyric showed way more skin than she did.

“Mr. Harris, I’m sorry for the trouble we caused. I really had no idea that Lyric even had feelings for you. I would’ve never let her step in if I did.”

“I gave you whatever you asked for plus more. Why the fuck would you pull some dumbass shit like that on me?” I was furious with London. I had more sympathy for Lyric but London legit knew me better and still played in my fuckin’ face.

“You never deny my vacation, but you did this time, and I refused to accept it. I promised my girlfriend a vacation and if I’m keeping this all the way real with you, it’ll always be her over you.

She’s who I love, Mr. Harris, and have loved for years.

I’m gay, not bi. Flirting with you at work is harmless and fun for me.

It was never real. I knew you wanted me and realized you would rather gift me than blur those lines, so I fed into it. I’m sorry.”

I was so pissed I couldn’t do shit but laugh.

She got what she wanted fa sho. Taking my money and playing with my emotions was fun for her.

I showed her countless times where my head was at, and it was brushed to the side.

Lyric said she never really gave a fuck about me, and I’d be damned if shorty wasn’t standing here admitting it.

“Find your way to work from now on and start finding your replacement.”

“What? You’re firing me?”

“The fuck you think? Don’t call me unless I’m truly needed.” I walked out the door not caring for a response.

Twins. Oh, they got a nigga good. I mean, damn.

My brother was going to have a fuckin’ time with this shit.

I was a gentleman until Lyric crossed the line.

I kept it business until she made it personal.

Then again, she let that shit be known it was never business for her.

My dumbass really couldn’t put two and two together when the shit was right in my face.

“Well played ladies. Well fuckin’ played,” I voiced feeling defeated.