Sister Girls 2 (21 page)

HARMONY

“Y
ou mean to tell me you really got this bitch calling my house?” Harmony was irate. She was ready to fuck something or someone up.

“What bitch, Mommy?” her three-year-old asked.

“Not now, baby, Mommy and Daddy need to talk.”

Shareef knelt down and picked his son up. “We'll talk after I give little man his bath.”

With her hands on her hips and fire in her eyes, Harmony told him, “little man can wait.” Making her tone a little sweeter, she kissed Shareef Jr. on his cheek. “Ain't that right, baby.”

Shareef turned away from her and went toward the bathroom with his son in his arms. Harmony was hot on his heels.

“What do you think you're doing?” he asked her.

“What does it look I'm doing, I'm following you in the bathroom.”

Shareef put his son down and told him, “I want you to go to your room. I'll be in there to get you in a minute.”

“Okay, Daddy.” Little man looked at his mother and frowned.

She caught it and chose not to comment on it, all her children were sensitive and couldn't stand to see Mommy and Daddy argue. Thankfully, the other two children were at a birthday party.

When junior was out of earshot, Shareef grabbed Harmony's arm and pulled her toward the bedroom. “Let's take it in there.”

When they stepped inside, Shareef closed the door behind them. He kept his voice low but you could hear the anger in his tone. “You really have some nerves,” he told her.

She knew what he was getting at the second he said it, so she let him finish.

“You got another motherfucker calling here collect and you throw it up in my face when Maria calls.”

“You're damn right. They are two different things. Ny'em is Shacquille's father and that Puerto Rican bitch is someone who used to work for you that came onto you.” Harmony recalled every bit of drama Maria bought into their lives.

Harmony knew something was up with her ass the second they met and what was up is she wanted Harmony's man.

“I don't want her working for you,” Harmony told Shareef the first time she laid eyes on Maria.

Of course, being the man that he was and not knowing the ways of a woman on a mission, he asked Harmony what the hell was she talking about. “She's more than qualified. She's has her own bookkeeping business and my concern is not who wants to get with me, it's hiring someone that knows the ins and outs of a financial statement.”

“What she would like to know is the ins and outs of your bedroom,” Harmony told him.

“You know what, Harmony, I don't even know why we're arguing about this shit, it is not your decision. King is my partner and he's the one who found her.”

“Well, I don't give a fuck who found her ass and I'll tell him just like I'm telling you. I don't want her around.”

 

 

Harmony and Shareef went back and forth for no reason at all because Maria ended up working elsewhere. Even with this turn of events, Harmony still felt that something was up with her and Shareef.

Now months later for Maria to call the house, just when Harmony and Shareef were going through it behind Ny'em, was a bit suspicious.

“Why the hell is she calling here?”

Shareef was just as in the dark as Harmony. “I have no idea. You're the one that called me on my cell hollering and screaming about the phone call. Why didn't you ask her yourself what she wanted?”

Harmony didn't have an answer. She was too pissed to think straight. Harmony was insecure when it came to Puerto Rican women because back in the day, all Ny'em cheated on her with were Spanish chicks. She recalled him making the comment, that with a Spanish chick you get the best of three worlds: the body of a black woman, the submissiveness of a white women and sex on demand. That shit bothered her to the core and she still held onto it.

Before Harmony could think of an answer the doorbell rang.

Saved by the bell,
Shareef thought.

Harmony walked out the bedroom with Shareef behind her. The front door was open and standing behind the screen door was none other than Ny'em.

“Ain't this a bitch,” Shareef said, unable to believe what he was seeing.

Harmony was stunned. She was stuck in one spot, mouth open, and unable to move or utter a word.

“Let the motherfucker in,” Shareef ordered.

Still standing where she was, Harmony asked Ny'em, “What the hell are you doing here? When did you get out?”

Shareef didn't bother to wait for an answer. He was on his way to the door.

Harmony stepped in front of him. “Please, Shareef, let me handle this. I didn't know he was coming here.”

They both looked at Ny'em who said, “I didn't come to start trouble, I just came to see my son.”

“How the hell do you know where we live?” Shareef asked. He did not feel like talking, he was ready to bust some ass.

From behind Ny'em stepped Lala. “I brought him here.”

Harmony looked at Lala, Shareef, and Ny'em. She could not believe what was taking place on her doorstep.

“I'm about to beat this bitch's ass.” She moved towards the screen door and pulled it open. As she reached to snatch Lala up, Ny'em grabbed her arm and stepped in the house.

Shareef, seeing Ny'em's hands on his woman, stepped forward to knock Ny'em's ass out and was stopped by the sound of Shareef Jr.'s voice.

“Daddy, I thought you were coming to get me soon.”

Everyone turned toward Shareef Jr.

Shareef looked over toward Harmony and told her, “You know what, I'm going let you handle this. You got five minutes and if he's not gone by the time I get back out here, it's on. You started this shit by allowing him to call my house, now you finish it.” He then turned toward Ny'em and told him, “Don't fucking put your hands on her again.”

Ny'em threw his arms up. “Man, it's not even that serious. I come in peace.”

Harmony looked toward Lala with all the hatred she could muster. “Why would you do this, why would you bring this drama to my doorstep?”

Lala smirked and told Harmony, “Bitch, yo' ass think you're better than us.”

Harmony shook her head. “You know what, you are unbelievable. Everything in me is telling me to whip your ass again but I'm not, instead I'm giving you one minute to get the fuck off my doorstep before I change my mind.”

“Leap, bitch, leap,” Lala told her.

On that note, Ny'em looked at Lala like she'd lost her mind. “I didn't ask you to bring me here for this drama. You need to step before I beat your ass, I'm here to see my son.”

Lala couldn't believe that Ny'em dissed her like that. “You'll really talk to me like that?”

“Step, Lala, step, I'll catch up with you later.”

By now Shareef had come from the bedroom. “What the hell are you still doing here?” he asked Ny'em.

Ny'em looked at Shareef and told him, “Yo, I don't mean any disrespect but this has nothing to do with you.”

“It has everything to do with me. I've been raising your seed as my son for the past four years, since me and Harmony hooked up. He calls me Daddy, he doesn't even know you exist.”

Ny'em looked over at Harmony and asked, “Did I have a child with you or did I have a child with him?”

At this point, Shareef had enough and he moved toward Ny'em. Before he could reach him, Harmony intervened by stepping in front of Ny'em.

Shareef looked at her. “What the fuck are you doing? I'm protecting us.”

Harmony placed her hands on his chest, looked into his eyes and pleaded, “Please, Shareef, just let me handle this.”

Shareef, not wanting to back down and not wanting Ny'em to have any reason to step foot back in his house, told them both, “I'll let y'all get this moment to try and figure shit out but just know that I will kill to protect mine.”

“I understand that, man,” Ny'em responded, “and like I already said, I didn't come her to disrespect you or Harmony. I just came by because I want to talk about seeing my son.”

Shareef looked at Harmony. “You need to handle this.” He looked at the watch that was on his arm. “You've got ten minutes and then I'll handle it.”

Harmony breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't want any bloodshed on her porch.

ELSIE

“I
'm thinking about having a baby,” Elsie blurted out as she plopped in the bar seat next to Crystal.

Earlier that day, she called Crystal and told her she wanted to talk to her about something.

“Well, let's go out for drinks,” Crystal told her. “We can meet at Stars.”

Elsie really didn't feel like going to a bar. Come to think of it, she wondered when did Crystal start hanging out at bars. That's not something she knew Crystal to do. “Why don't I just come to the office?”

“I have appointments all day and I know after I meet with one client in particular a drink will be necessary.”

Elsie understood because she'd been there numerous times herself. “All right, what time?”

“I'll call you when I'm with my last client.”

 

 

The hours passed and just when Elsie thought Crystal had forgotten about her, she phoned. “Let's meet there at nine.”

So here they sat with Elsie sharing her news. “You're thinking about what?” Crystal asked.

“Having a baby,” Elsie told her.

Crystal waved the bartender over. “I'd like a martini on the rocks.” She looked at Elsie. “What are you drinking?”

Elsie told the bartender she'd have the same.

When he walked away Crystal looked at Elsie. “I don't understand, aren't you gay?”

Elsie started laughing. “You think I'm talking about having a baby the old-fashioned way.”

“Yeah, what other way would you?” Before Elsie got a chance to reply, Crystal said, “Hold up, are you thinking about adopting?”

“No.”

“Then what?”

“I'm thinking about a sperm donor.”

“Here are your drinks.” The bartender placed their drinks in front of them, while he eyed Elsie.

“Um, thank you,” Crystal told him, “we'll let you know when we need you.”

He got the message and went to wait on another patron but not before he winked at Elsie.

“Men?” Crystal said. “They are a trip.”

Elsie took a sip of her drink. “I wouldn't know.”

Together they laughed.

“So you're really thinking about a sperm donor?” Crystal asked.

“Yeah. I'm ready to be a mother.”

“But a sperm donor, Elsie, don't you know any decent men out there?”

Elsie immediately thought of Trey. The only thing is, she didn't know how good a man he was. She had not been in touch with him since high school and here they were years later getting reacquainted. “Not anyone I would want to sleep with.”

“I think you really should look into this before you make a decision like that. I don't want you having some madman's baby.”

“Girl, me neither.”

“You ladies need anything else?” The bartender was back.

Crystal nudged Elsie with her knee, who ignored her.

“No, thank you.”

“Whatever you want,” he told Elsie, “you just let me know.”

When he walked away, Crystal said, “Damn, he's on yours. Girl, that might be your baby daddy.”

Elsie was looking over Crystal's shoulder. “Girl, isn't that Lange?”

Crystal almost broke her neck trying to see if it was him. She had not seen him since he left the firm that was in the same building as hers and that was over six months ago.

“Oh girl, yes it is.”

They both watched him as he flirted with a very attractive woman.

Crystal could feel herself react in a way she knew she had no business reacting. She was jealous.

Elsie looked at Crystal and noticed that she had not taken her eyes off him or blinked. “Hmmm, you still care for him, don't you?”

Crystal broke her trance, turned around, and downed the rest of her drink. “Girl, you know I do. I haven't stopped thinking about him since I chose Roger over him and you see how that turned out.”

Crystal thought back to when she started seeing Lange, he was a married man on the brink of divorce. She truly cared for him, she would almost say she loved him. Why didn't she choose him? Because in the back of her mind she couldn't get the thought out of her head that he would cheat on her just like he cheated on his wife.

“Why is it when women get with a married man, they expect him to be faithful to them?” Crystal wondered out loud.

They finished their drinks and Elsie waved the bartender over. “We'd like two more, please.”

“Yours is on the house,” he told Elsie.

Elsie didn't want to lead him on, so she leaned over the bar and said in a real low tone, “There's something I need to tell you.”

He leaned in closer to her. “What? Your number?”

“No,” Elsie hesitated. “I need to tell you I'm gay, that I don't do dick.”

He pulled back and looked at her, smiled, leaned back over and said, “I don't mind.”

Elsie sat back up. “I do.”

Not to be put off, he told her, “You know what, I don't care, you're fine anyway and this drink will be on me.” He left to pour their drinks.

Crystal was taking it all in. “Ain't that some shit, here you are, turning brothers down and they're still buying your drinks. You go, girl.”

Elsie didn't think it was amusing at all, she knew that most men fantasized about being with two women and maybe her telling the bartender she was gay would make him be that much more aggressive thinking, he could get in where he fit in.

Elsie changed the subject and said, “You think my getting a sperm donor is a bad idea.”

“I didn't say that, plus I'm not one to judge anything a person does; shit, I've made enough mistakes in my life.”

“You have?” a voice interrupted. “I hope I wasn't one of them.”

Crystal didn't have to turn around to know it was Lange, she'd know his voice from across a crowded room. Should she be cool or should she show her true feelings? That was the question.

She didn't have to answer it because the minute Lange said, “I've missed you,” she told him, “I've missed you too.”

Elsie just shook her head.

Lange noticed. “Why are you shaking your head?”

“Because it's obvious you two should have stayed together.”

“Well, she chose another man.” Crystal could tell in his tone that Lange was still bothered by that, after all this time.

“Well, they're not together anymore,” Elsie revealed.

“Is that right?” Lange asked.

Before Crystal could respond, the woman he was flirting with was standing behind them. “I've been waiting on you to return.”

Lange turned to face her. “I ran into someone I know.”

The woman looked at Crystal and frowned. “Well, I'm ready for my drink.”

Crystal touched Lange's arm. “My number is still the same, call me.”

Lange kissed Crystal on the cheek. “I'll do that,” and to Elsie he said, “It was nice to see you.”

Just to piss his female friend, companion, or whatever the hell she was, Elsie replied, “And it's always nice to see you, Lange.”

When Lange was gone Elsie mocked Crystal. “My number is still the same.”

Crystal smirked and looked Lange's way. “That is one handsome man.” As an afterthought she added, “and good in bed too.”

Elsie followed her gaze and told her, “Maybe you two can start over, have a new beginning. You know what they say, if it's meant to be, it will be, if it's not, oh well.”

“I don't know about us having a new beginning but it would be nice to see him sometimes.”

They continued looking his way and noticed he was whispering in his date's ear. She looked up, noticed them watching, and rolled her eyes.

“Want me to put her out for you?” The bartender had watched what transpired.

“Didn't I tell you I was gay?” Elsie smiled so that the bartender would know she wasn't being a bitch.

“You did indeed, but you can't fault a brother for trying.”

“No you can't,” Elsie agreed.

“Elsie,” Crystal interrupted.

“Yes?”

“This must be your night.”

“Why do you say that?”

“First the bartender is acting like he's all in love with you and then there's this lady, who keeps looking your way.”

Elsie turned to look around. “What lady? Where?”

“Look behind you.”

Elsie began to turn around but Crystal stopped her. “Wait, wait, at least play the shit off.”

“Girl, I'm to old for that.” Elsie turned around anyway to see who Crystal was talking about. It was Savannah.

“Oh, you know her?”

“Yeah, she's a friend of mine.” Elsie noticed that she was with a man and turned back around.

“Oh, oh, she's on her way over here,” Crystal told Elsie.

Elsie turned back around just as Savannah arrived at the bar.

“Elsie? I thought that was you.”

Elsie stood up to greet her with a hug. If she wasn't mistaken, Elsie felt Savannah's hands touch her ass.

She stepped back and noticed Savannah was smirking, like she had a secret. “So who's your friend?” Savannah looked at Crystal and raised her eyebrows, “or is she more than a friend?”

Elsie could tell that Savannah may have had one too many drinks.

Crystal answered the question. “No, no, no, I'm just a friend.”

Elsie introduced them to one another.

Elsie looked past Savannah and asked her, “Is that your husband?”

“Yes.”

“Well, it looks like he's waiting on you.”

Savannah looked his way. “Well, he can wait a little longer.”

Neither Elsie nor Crystal responded.

“Crystal, would you excuse us for a minute, I'd like Elsie to walk with me to the bathroom.”

Elsie couldn't help but wonder why Savannah needed her to tag along but she agreed nonetheless.

“I'll be right back,” Elsie informed Crystal.

“I'll be right here, watching the sights.”

Elsie got that Crystal was talking about Lange and his date.

 

 

When Elsie and Savannah entered the bathroom, Savannah looked in the stalls.

“What are you looking in the stalls for?” Elsie wondered if Savannah was past tipsy to drunk.

“I'm seeing if we're alone.”

“Why?”

Once Savannah was sure they were alone, she locked the door and stepped closer to Elsie. “Remember at the coffee shop when we pretended I was your girl?”

How could Elsie forget, she'd never been so embarrassed.

“Well, I'd like to collect on my debt.”

Elsie was lost. “What debt?”

Savannah moved closer and placed her mouth near Elsie's ear. “Did you like it when I grabbed your ass?”

Elsie stepped back. “Okay, Savannah, I think you may have had too much to drink.”

Savannah grabbed Elsie's ass and pulled her so that their bodies touched. “I don't think so.”

Elsie had to admit that she was turned on. “What are you doing?”

“Seducing you.”

Elsie glanced around the bathroom. “One, I hope you're not doing this just because you're drunk and two, look at where we are.”

Savannah knew that Elsie was right about the “where they were” part but she was not right about Savannah wanting her just because she had more liquor in her system than usual.

Savannah placed her lips on Elsie's and moved her hands toward her ass. Elsie was surprised with Savannah's aggressiveness. She knew she should push her away but the shit was turning her on.

Savannah pulled slowly away from the kiss and whispered to Elsie, “Turn around, look in the mirror.”

Elsie complied. Once turned, Savannah attacked her neck and ears.

Savannah's hands were everywhere; her nipples, her ass and finally she started to slide her entire hand down the front of Elsie's pants.

Elsie grabbed her hand and for a moment was fearful that someone would attempt to enter the bathroom, but the warmth of Savannah's hands combined with the kisses on her neck made Elsie allow her to continue.

When Savannah's hands finally reached their goal, Elsie let out a deep gasp, which delighted Savannah as she increased the pressure on Elsie's clitoris.

At this point if someone came into the bathroom, Elsie would not have cared. She started grinding against Savannah's hands, trying to assist in her bringing her to an orgasm. Elsie could not believe they were doing this in the bathroom.