Harmony
I’ve been sitting outside Carisse’s for an hour now, thinking over what I’m gonna say to her. I’m worried because I know she’s gonna cuss the hell out of Ella and I don’t wanna have to beat her ass over it.
I sigh… this ain’t even her fault. It’s destiny’s. Carisse has just unfortunately been put in the middle of all this drama and if anything, I should be grateful to her. Although, it’s not really her that’s done it. I wonder if whoever decides on mates has a good fucking laugh when shit like this happens, cuz I would.
Ugh… she’s never gonna speak to me, let alone forgive me for not telling her, no matter how much I argue the fact Ella’s my cousin and my loyalty has to be to her first.
I never should’ve come…
I reach to start my Escalade, but something stops me. Fuck it. I need to just face her. I need to make her understand that if she was in that situation then she would’ve done the same.
I get out the car to make my way up to her apartment. My heart is racing. It’s not like I’m scared of getting my ass beat or anything; even if I wasn’t as strong as I was, I’ve done self-defence classes and I’m sick with it, so I know I could take her down, I just don’t really like confrontation. I’m standoffish from the get-go with people to avoid situations like this.
That’s how I stay out of fights.
I knock on the door and then hide by the wall so she can’t see through the peep hole. She definitely won’t open the door if she sees me.
The door opens and I sidestep. She immediately tries to close the door but I hold it open.
“What the fuck do you want?”
Her eyes are red raw and it makes me feel even worse. “I’m sorry, Carr.”
“Fuck your apology. How could you! You should’ve told me! Do you know how embarrassed I was?”
“She’s my cousin! What was I meant to do? If that was your cousin then you’d do the same damned thing.”
She scoffs. “My cousin isn’t a fucking hoe, for one.”
I grind my teeth. “Let me in. I ain’t having this discussion out here.”
“I got nothing to say to you.”
She tries to close the door again but I hold it so she can’t, making her frown. I push the door open more, moving her with it so I can go inside.
She’s fuming now. “The fuck are you doing?”
I close the door, clocking all her bags in the hallway.
Shit… she’s really leaving…
I turn back to face her. “We need to talk. You can’t blame me for something my cousin did. That shit ain’t fair!”
She crosses her arms. “I fucking can.”
I glare at her. “Do you know how dumb you sound? It wasn’t my fucking fault!”
“You should have told me!”
“I couldn’t! Ella’s blood! Besides, I didn’t know for ages. I not long found out myself.”
She rolls her eyes. “Sure.”
“It’s true. Look, I hate seeing you like this. If I could’ve told you then I would’ve. If it was any other girl, I would’ve straight told you what was up. You’re my friend, Carr, no matter how much you piss me off sometimes.”
She looks away. “Some fucking friend.”
My anger peaks. “What the hell do you want from me? You want me to beg you?”
She walks past me. “I want you to fuck off.”
I follow her down the hall. “Carisse—”
She turns around and then steps towards me. “I said, fucking leave.”
My patience snaps. “I fucking came here to apologise when this shit ain’t even got nothing to do with me, but you wanna act like a fuckin’ baby! It ain’t my fault your man left you!”
Her eyes widen and I know that’s touched a nerve. “I wish I never met you! I dunno why I even decided to be friends with you cuz hoeing clearly runs in your family, and if it wasn’t her that stole Davonyé then I’m sure you would’ve.”
That makes me laugh. “Ella was a fucking virgin until Davonyé, you dumb bitch, so it fucking shows what you know. Maybe you should’ve taken care of that dick better and then he might not’ve gone looki—”
“You skank!” She lunges for me, but I grab her braids to restrain her.
I hear a key in the front door, but I ignore it and hold Carisse’s face in front of mine. “Try lay hands on me again and trust me, I won’t be responsible for my actions.” I yank her back by her hair, but then my arm is grabbed and I’m dragged away from her.
I frown, but that’s because my body suddenly calms after a month of being wound up to the brink of snapping.
Jaheim?
“What the fuck is going on?”
I turn around and my heart straight ceases to beat. Jaheim’s dressed in a suit, hair dishevelled but looking as fine as the first time I saw him. His eyes are so damn dark, though, darker than I’ve ever seen them. He’s glaring at me, but there’s no missing the relief I see in his eyes from being around me again.
His gaze hurriedly sweeps over my body and then I watch his jaw tick, making me wonder what he’s thinking. I must look a mess, I know, but I don’t even care, cuz every part of me feels more alive now than it’s felt in weeks.
“This fuckin’ bitch attacked me,” Carisse starts wailing. “You fucking saw how she had me gripped up in here.”
His eyes flicker to Carisse and then back to me. “Leave.”
My eyes widen. Is he serious?
He looks back at Carisse. “Wait in the car. I’ll bring the rest of your stuff down in a minute. I need a word with your friend first.”
I turn to look at Carisse. She narrows her eyes at me before smirking and walking past us to pick up a holdall from the hallway, but when she opens the door, she turns back around. “Tell your thot cousin she’s welcome to that lame ass nigga.”
This bitch…
“Out,” Jaheim shouts, making her jump, and then she finally leaves.
I look back up at him and my heart hammers. His expression is so intense; I don’t even know what to say to him now he’s here.
“You shouldn’t’ve come here.”
That hurts. Is he not done hurting me? “I felt bad over what happened and wanted to make sure she was okay. Now I wish I hadn’t bothered.”
That’s a blatant lie. I’m all the way glad I bothered. This is what Ella must’ve meant when she said that kiss needed to happen.
Don’t fuck this up now…
He angrily shoves his fingers through his untamed hair, but I watch as if he’s done it in slow motion. God, he’s so fucking fine in so many ways. My body is literally on fire with how badly it wants to get closer to him, but just as I reach my hand out, he steps back. “You need to leave. Now.”
That wounds me, and pisses me off, too. “No. Why did you block me?”
He turns away from me, but I grab his arm and he quickly turns back around. “Don’t.”
“Or what? Huh? What the fuck ain’t you gonna do this time?”
His eyes flame. “Harmony…”
My stomach flutters wildly, and disregarding his warnings, I step closer to him, letting his scent wash over me and accidently releasing the softest of moans because of how deeply that shit affects me. I reach out to touch him again but then I’m suddenly pinned against the wall so quick I didn’t even see him coming.
He slams his hand against the wall beside me, hard enough that I feel it quake against my back. I draw in a breath out of surprise, but it’s soon forgotten when he lowers his head and gives me a look that makes my legs weak.
“Why can’t you just do as you’re fucking told, huh?”
He’s giving me that look like he wants to beat my ass again and I can’t even think to form a sentence. Damn, he’s hella furious. His face is so close to mine that I can smell the faintest scent of toothpaste on his breath, his lips so close I can practically taste his kiss. His eyes are piercing, pushing me for an answer, but I can barely breathe.
Being so close to him after all this time is complete and utter overload…
Tell him… I swallow hard. “Because…”
His eyes flash with a mixture of impatience and annoyance. “Because what? Tell me why every day I’ve spent away from you since that fucking hotel room has been a living hell. Why I can’t even think of anyone but you. What the fuck have you done to me, Harmony? Fucking tell me!”
My heart miss-beats at hearing him say that. I know Ella said he was suffering, but to hear him confess it makes me feel so many things. I reach out to rest a hand on his chest, suddenly only wanting to make us feel better and forget the last month of agony caused by us being away from each other.
“I haven’t done anything.” I lean forward, but my lips only merely brush his before he leans back, just enough to stop me kissing him.
His eyes darken again. “Don’t.”
“Why?” Just admit that you need me how I need you... Tell me you want me… please…
He watches his other hand as he moves it towards my waist, but he stops just before he touches me and returns his eyes to mine. “Because, if I touch you again, there’s no way I’d ever be able to stop.”
Oh, Lawd… “Then don’t.”
I lean forward again, more than desperate for him now, but he grabs my waist and slams me back against the wall. I whimper and he closes his eyes as if pained, but just as I’m scrambling with my thoughts over how he’s so strong, he breaks and kisses me.
I feel like the fourth of July fireworks have just been lit inside me as he forces his tongue inside my mouth, stealing my breath away with the desperation of his kiss. I grab his shirt and pull him closer, letting his scent mindfuck me into oblivion while his body pins me in place so even if I wanted to escape, I couldn’t.
He grabs my waist so hard it borders on being painful, but I can only whimper into his mouth to beg for more. He deepens the kiss and wraps his hand in my hair, taking, taking, taking everything I have and giving me all of him in return.
Lawwd…
We gasp for each breath, but we don’t stop. We can’t. Our hunger for each other is uncontrollable now, and it’s as if neither of us can bear for the connection between us to be broken for merely a second.
My lungs burn and my body trembles to the point of collapse, and he must feel my body submit because he wraps his arm around my back to hold me against him, grinding that long, thick dick against my navel.
The moan that comes out of me sounds like a cry; I just want him to fuck me so badly it hurts. My pussy is aching, begging to be destroyed, so I go in search of his dick between us but gasp when I palm it, because the connection I feel towards him suddenly intensifies, and then a sound comes out of him that I know all too well.
A growl.