Page 12 of Pills and Potions: Snoh

LYRIC

“ L yric get the fuck out here now!” London was shouting for me, but I was too deep in thought to deal with her right now.

Snoh knew the truth, and, in my heart, I felt like he was disappointed that it wasn’t London he was sharing a bed with.

My feelings in this really didn’t matter because he didn’t know shit about me until today. His love was for her, not me.

My room door swung open, and she walked in with Alani behind her. “If y’all ‘bout to throw hands, let me know now, bae. Once I leave for work, I can’t turn back until the meeting is over.”

“As bad as I want to rock her shit… I’m not. I love her too much to put my hands on her. Lyric, we need to talk. Right fuckin’ now.” London pushed past Alani and headed for the living room.

I rolled my eyes following behind her. She was about to tear me a new one and I couldn’t do shit but take it. I promised her I wouldn’t let that nigga see a difference in us and I did the complete opposite. I understood her frustration.

Alani placed a kiss on London’s lips and dipped out. We were alone and I could feel my sister’s anger filling the room by the second. I fucked up, I could admit that but having that time with Snoh was lowkey worth it. She had her happily ever after. I was chasing mine.

“What the fuck, Lyric?”

“I know,” I mumbled.

“Do you? This nigga about to fire me all because of the shit you did. What was the reason? I mean, I know how he can be but was that all it took to get you to fuck?” London had yet to lower her tone. She was yelling so bad her voice was beginning to crack.

“You don’t see him the way I do and never will.”

“Lyric, you fucked my boss. We had an understanding. Be me, not you!” Her face was red as fuck letting me know she was beyond upset. I know it was killing her not to lay hands on me. She liked to fight when she got mad.

“I don’t know how to do that, and you know it. You played him for labels, and I played you for a week with him so we’re all even,” I threw back nonchalantly.

“Bitch…”

“Look, I’m in love with the nigga you work for. It’s that simple. When I saw a way in, I took it. Sorry for getting you fired, but I’d do that shit all over again with no regrets.” I shrugged.

We sat there looking at each other without saying a word.

I was standing on my actions, and she was trying to figure out why I deceived her.

Her and Snoh were in the same boat. The choices were mine to make and I did it with my chin up.

I wasn’t sorry about shit I did. However, her losing her job wasn’t what I wanted for her.

“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 downstairs on 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.

When we 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.

“Yeah, but bitch you fucked him. Okay, okay, okay. Uhm, he’s been working from home for weeks, so my guess is he ready to talk this shit out for real. What he say other than that?”

“That’s it. He answered, I spoke my peace, and that was his reply.”

“Well, what the hell did you tell him?”

“How I felt. What else am I saying? Look, go change and shit so we can go.”

She shook her head but did like I asked. I quickly fished through my closet for something to wear. I grabbed a sundress off the hanger and threw it on the bed followed by a pair of sandals. It was too hot for anything else.

I hit the shower next and was fully dressed and ready to go thirty minutes later. I put on the perfume that caught his attention the first day I became London and headed out. Thankfully London was dressed and waiting.

“You look cute. You ready?” she asked snatching up her keys.

Nodding, I grabbed my water off the counter and left the condo completely. If he was going to hate me forever, an invitation wouldn’t have been extended.

Men were used to being the one in control and what me and my sister did probably hurt his ego. I let him live out his delusion and create a physical bond. Whether he acknowledged it or not, our bond was stronger than the one he built with London.

I felt my soul tie to that man the second he entered my body and vice fuckin’ versa. The way he touched me, the way he looked at me, the way he fucked me… it was mine. I took it further than harmless flirting and was granted several orgasms. The real winner in this shit was me.