“From the lady,” he said, nodding to where Harmonie was seated.
I glanced at the glass before I reached for it. Holding it up to her, I took a shot, which caused her to grin, and I guess was her invitation to come and join a nigga. Staring ahead at the TV, I didn’t give her my attention, but I could smell her scent and feel her warm body beside me.
“What’s up, Harmonie?” I signaled to the bartender for another shot.
“Lock, how are you? I feel like it’s been a while.” She bat her big brown eyes at me and brought her hand behind her head while studying me from her chair. “Congratulations on the baby. You know the streets talk.” Her lips curled up in one corner and she brought the glass of wine she carried to her lips as well.
I watched her tongue seductively swipe across her bottom lip, instantly reminded of our escapades together. “You don’t seem like the happy father right now, though. Is that something that I can help you with?” Her voice was laced with seduction as her dark almond eyes raked me in from head to toe like I was the perfect entrée on a platter for her. Harmonie was a sack chaser. That much was obvious. Her ebony skin and full lips reminded me of her sister. Sexy in the most low key fucking way. That was how I liked ’em. Harmonie didn’t know what she wanted; she coasted through life winging shit.
“What you want from me, Harmonie? Hmm?” I turned to her, barely wearing any expression.
Her brows lifted, she seemed surprised by my lack of enthusiasm.
“Nothing.” She kept it simple. “I saw you sitting over here and just thought maybe you would like some company. You’relooking a little down.” She didn’t seem to empathize, more like it was something for her to capitalize on.
“Nah, a nigga good, just taking a minute to myself.” I responded, guzzling the second shot.
“Listen, I know that things got a little… too much between us. I’m sorry for that. I was clinging to you because I knew that you were the closest person to my sister. I actually missed her and thought the worst when she was gone. That grief was from a real place.” She expressed, somberness in her tone.
“Have you seen her?” I asked, eyes still focused on the TV ahead.
“Once. She came by the house months ago.” Harmonie tossed back her own drink. “She’s… different.”
Pausing, I gradually turned and took Harmonie in.
“What do you mean?” I asked, suddenly curious as fuck.
Nothing about the situation felt right. Then she said that shit when I last saw her about something happening. I didn’t know what to think. Shit was confusing as fuck, but she seemed to be where she wanted to be. That’s what I did conclude from all that.
“She’s kind of cold. I mean, I always thought she was standoffish. Kind of like our mother. That’s who she’s slowly becoming. And she doesn’t even know it.” Harmonie twirled her glass on the counter and examined it while doing so.
“What does that mean?” I prodded, and she brought her eyes up.
“Did she ever tell you… about Halo?” She queried.
“Nah, she didn’t like to talk about her.” I remembered that much. She never even brought the woman up.
“She wouldn’t. Our mother was a very beautiful woman, regal. She was adventurous, and she loved to dance. Harbor did too, she just didn’t like to do it in front of people. She would hide in her room.” Harmonie spoke with a smirk. “Especially after our mother disappeared. Our father came to despiseanything that reminded him of her. They had a real love/hate relationship.”
“So you never found out what happened to her, or where she is?” I questioned.
Harmonie shook her head and swallowed the last of her drink.
“Nope. She left, and I didn’t care.” She lied.
It was obvious from her behavior that she gave a damn. It affected she and Harbor in different ways.
“Halo was selfish. She didn’t give a damn about us. She spent more time in the streets than she did at home. She was adventurous and our boring little life became too mediocre for her. Sound familiar?” Her harsh stare shook me.
She held in a lot of resentment. She was cloaked in it, like it was her armor.
“So whatever you felt, whatever she made you feel bad about, don’t let it eat you up.” Harmonie advised. “She moved on. So should you. And whatever happened between us… it doesn’t matter.”
She was right. I didn’t want her to be, but she was. At this point, there was no turning back, and I had to let go of that part of her. It wasn’t going to go well for anybody if we kept hanging on to the past and trying to revisit it. After a couple of more drinks, Harmonie and I ended up in one of the private rooms above the club that they rented out.
We sat downstairs and got white boy wasted until we were both slurring our words, laughing and falling over one another. My dick was solid, and since Alba was on her emotional tirade, I didn’t even want to bother going home to her and trying to talk myself into some pussy. I needed a release, and Harmonie happened to be there. I told myself that this didn’t mean anything, she was only fulfilling a need that I had, and a nigganeeded that more than anything. After pleasing each other into the sunrise, we both fell into a sex coma.
Chevy
