“You will…” He kissed my lips. “You will have as many lovers as you want…with me.”
I giggled, feeling drunk off his energy as he looked down at me with heavy eyes.
“I don’t care how…mentally fucked you are,” he went on as I outright laughed. “I love that shit…Every broken piece of you, I love. I’m obsessed,” he hissed against my ear before playfully raking it with his teeth. “Now tell me…what did Solomon say to you about me?”
I hadn’t realized I closed my eyes until they flew open at the mention of his name. I almost forgot I even started that conversation. Gripping his back, I let my nails dig into his skin, feeling his bones and spine shift as the incubus in him was fighting to come out.
“He…said…If I’m so broken, why are you steady playing with me?”
Harvey reached between us to lift my thigh and spread it apart. With one masterful stroke, I gasped when he exhaled into my ear with his own pained groan.
“Because I’m the only one that can fix you.”
…
The following day was hectic trying to meet up with the girls, but we managed to keep our heads down, waiting until we were able to meet in Asha’s dorm that surprisingly, looked and felt like her. I couldn’t explain it except walking in and seeing the art on the wall to NY hats of different colors hanging, shoe boxes and a cluttered desk full of notes, snacks, and drinks.
“Just find somewhere to sit,” she said hurriedly, shoving a pair of big sneakers I know didn’t belong to hers underneath the bed. Jean always told me to never let a man slip his shoes underneath your bed or you’d never get rid of him. I’m certain it was the opposite for Asha if they belonged to her secret boyfriend of hers.
“This is beautiful,” I said as I walked up to a portrait of her sitting on the chair. She looked to be nodding off with a book in her lap and whoever was watching her decided to just…draw her.
“My man did it,’ Asha said proudly. “That’s over at his apartment. All of these are his. I just grab the ones I like from his place and frame it.”
“This one is my favorite,” Isis said as she pointed to Asha laying lifeless on the water. The gentle waves of the water moved as her locs floated all around her face. Her scars were barely there and occasionally, she would open her eyes and simply smile before closing them again.
“So you’re in love,” I noted. Asha nervously laughed before plopping down on the bed as she untied her black boots.
“I meeeeean, I wouldn’t say allat now,” she popped before leaning back on her hands with a giddy grin. “I’d rob, steal, and kill for him though.”
“Okay,” Isis laughed. “So you’re obsessed.”
“I am. I know he’s my husband. I told him I wanna be a housewife that grows plants by the water and eventually raise our babies. I want two little boys that look just like him with his temperament and calm. He said okay. I’ll make it happen.”
Asha began to squeal as Isis rolled her eyes with a laugh. I wondered if what Quan said was true that she was in fact dating Solomon’s half-brother. Nobody knew that he had a brother and Solo never acknowledged his existence, so I wondered…
“I told her, if you give birth, it’s going to be the rebirth of an entire breed of Taluwi…They would be the First Family, essentially of the water.”
“I don’t care about any of that,” Asha waved off. “Let the historians and whoever else sort that shit out.”
“Invasive species I tell ya…Sirens just lay it and spray it,” Isis sighed with a tsk of her teeth. “Okay so we’re all here…What’s this about, Souxie?”
“Yeah, what’s going on? Did you find out anything about Maggie?” Asha asked.
I stared at the two girls with a small smile before taking a seat at the desk, finally feeling like myself amongst the rest.
“I’m waiting for two more people to arrive before I say what I have to say.”
Just as soon as the words escaped me, the door swung open. Harvey pushed right in like a burst of dark energy with his things. He was on the phone handling business as he tossed hisshoulder bag on the floor and immediately walked over to me with a quick kiss on the cheek.
“Yeah, I’ll have my assistant take a look,” he said before stepping back out. Asha pointed with her finger while staring at me.
“Uhhh…I know he’s your little new pet, but does he have to be where you are every time?”
“He’s resourceful,” I said just as Clementine barged into the room with her white blouse pulled up towards her nose in disgust.
“First of all you, your entire apartment smells like stale weed,” she fired off. “Why are we meeting here and not my Beta club house as requested?”
Clementine Harold stood with her hands on her hip with her white pleated skirt flowing, thick white socks high up her ankle and a green sweater wrapped over her shoulders. Her short curly hair hovered just above her shoulders and blushed cheeks looked freckled from the sun.
