“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 foryour 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
