Page 13 of Pills and Potions: Snoh

SNOH

M y thoughts were still running a mile a minute, but they were solely of Lyric and the time we spent together.

I had years with London, but Lyric woke something up in a nigga.

It was like she knew coming into this shit she was going to walk away the woman on top.

Love outweighed infatuation and she made me see that.

That potion gave me the raw her and in return she gained a nigga heart.

Stepping out the whip, I made my way down the alley to Old Man Nelson’s shop. I had a few bones to pick with his ass, too. He knew what the fuck was gon’ happen and still gave me that shit. He was foul for real.

“Back for more?” he asked.

“Old Man, you made a fool out of me.”

“I told you before you left you were a fool, and you didn’t want to believe me. How am I getting the blame for it?” he laughed.

“She had a twin, and they switched places. I gave it to the wrong one.”

“You got the truth from a woman you thought you were chasing. You made a connection with her and now you’re upset because it was the wrong one.

I’m still trying to figure out what the problem is and why I’m getting chewed.

” I couldn’t do shit but offer an irritable chuckle. Everything he said was valid.

“The one I wanted doesn’t like men and the one that loves me I never knew about. She gave me a week of her undivided attention and shockingly she still has mine. My focus has shifted.”

“Again, what is the problem? You have a choice to make so make it. The cards were laid on the table so make a move or walk away.”

“Give me my money back Old Man. I ain’t ask for all this bullshit.”

“No refunds,” he laughed pointing to the sign on the counter. “Go be with your lover Snoh. You’re not as foolish as you seem.”

“You’re a con man Old Man,” I said heading for the door.

“I’ve been called worse.”

Exiting the shop, I jogged back to my car and hopped in.

I’d made my choice before pulling up in The Shores anyway.

His smartass remarks didn’t change my mind about the twins.

Since emotions were the root of all this shit, why not keep them as raw as they could be and settle this three-way bullshit once and for all.

The drive back to the crib hit me for a smooth thirty minutes.

When I pulled up to the gate, London’s car was parked to the side.

I changed everything on her knowing she would visit me sooner or later.

It took her four days to realize I wasn’t going back to work until I was ready.

When I didn’t answer her calls and spoke solely through email, she got the picture. I had nothing to say.

Tapping the key on the visor, the gate opened. I entered with them following behind. I parked in my garage while they parked in front of my steps. It was wild to even be experiencing this kiddie ass shit, but it was a game they played. Consequences and accountability were the only result.

They were let in through the front door and we filed inside the kitchen. I needed a drink to get me through this. I grabbed the Don on the bar and poured up a shot.

“Can I get one of those, too?” Lyric inquired. I poured her up one as well and slid it in her direction.

“Mr. Harris, we really are sorry for causing all this chaos. It’s my fault for letting her talk me into it,” London apologized for the umpteenth time.

Lyric threw her shot back and gave me the same gaze I’d found comforting.

No matter how fucked up her actions were, she looked at me with so much love in her eyes I couldn’t break contact.

They shared the same face, voice, and body type, but her presence hit different.

I was being pulled in her direction and all she was doing was looking at a nigga.

I never acknowledged how easy it was to tie myself to her.

The affection, the attention, the assurance…

she gave it unapologetically. When that woman let our bodies become one, so did our souls.

For two weeks, I suffered a withdrawal. Her calling today put my mind to rest, even if it was for a brief moment.

“Say it already.” Lyric saw right through me and was pressuring me to speak the fuck up. That was one thing I found sexy. She was upfront with her shit.

“You fucked me over, but a nigga can’t stop thinking about you.”

“So do something about it, Snoh,” she challenged. That right there got her fucked from sunup to sundown. That smartass mouth put her above London. She just didn’t give a fuck and that turned me on in the worst way.

“I did. You back where the fuck you supposed to be ain’t you?” She cocked her head to the side with dipped brows. She needed a further explanation, and I had no problem giving it to her. “A nigga still choosing you.”

“Aww. Sis, he loves you back!” London cheered throwing her arms around Lyric’s neck. I shook my head offering a low chuckle.

Lyric teared up and this was the first time a woman’s emotions triggered me.

I ain’t like that shit. I could only imagine what her thought process was these past few weeks.

I walked away momentarily but it wasn’t for good.

I wasn’t the type of nigga to leave shit unfinished.

That potion did exactly what it was supposed to do. I was just too blind to see the real.

“Seriously?” she questioned barely above a whisper.

“Come here.”

She walked over without hesitation, and I picked her up the way I’d been doing since I was allowed to do so.

Those legs I loved being between wrapped around my waist as her lips found mine.

I didn’t regret a thing about choosing her.

What I thought I wanted from London, I now wanted from Lyric.

They were beautiful women, so their looks had me smitten at first glance, but it was Lyric that elevated the emotions.

“You didn’t lie,” she voiced against my flesh.

“I didn’t have a reason to.”

“So, so happy for you both, but I’m leaving. Oh, and quitting,” London said grabbing her keys off the island.

“What? Why?” Lyric asked.

“Because I don’t need that man being conflicted or confused about a damn thing moving forward. I can sacrifice my job for your happiness. I wasn’t playing when I said that. Mr. Harris, I’ll hand in my letter of resignation tomorrow.”

“You sure you want to do that?” I inquired.

“I’m sure. Give Lyric the position. She earned it. Plus, Alani has been getting me to come and work at her firm for the longest so… yeah. I’m happy it’s finally reciprocated on both ends. Call me later, sis’. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

London left us where we stood. She walked away with grace, and I had to give her, her props. She was more mature about the situation than I thought she would be. She was genuinely happy for her sister.

“So, are we like a thing now?” Lyric questioned with a small grin.

“We’re more than a thing, baby, I can promise you that.”

“Make me cum again, and then I’ll believe you.”

“You think I ain’t? I miss having my way with that muthafucka.”

THE END