Drunk in Love 2: An Original Love Story (18 page)

“Plus, my sister is trying to figure some things out in her life. I don’t need to bother her with my news.”

“Do you have any news to tell?” Dillon pondered, but Zoe ignored him. “How is your sister, anyway? She and my brother still talk but not like they used to.”

“She’s good. I think she’s finally figuring out what she wants to do or shall I say who she wants to be with.”

“I see,” Dillon said. His thoughts reflected on Angel coming around for the past month and even though Zay had a way of keeping her at bay; she was making it hard for him to resist her. If Olivia didn’t come to her senses sooner than later, Zay was going to get caught back up with his ex.

“If she doesn’t choose my brother, will that affect our relationship?”

Zoe grinned. “Why would that affect our relationship? I lo—” she quickly covered her tracks. “That would never come between us.”

Dillon looked over at her then back at the road as he swerved over in the right turning lane. “You know you love me,” he teased, but was for real.

She smiled uncontrollably. “How do you figure?”

“I just figure,” he said, only because he’d been questioning his real feelings for her as of recently.

Within the next thirty minutes, he was pulling up in the parking lot of Zoe’s townhouse complex. He parked his car, letting the top back down then switching off the engine. Once outside the car, he shut the driver door behind him. As always, he then made his way around the rear of the car to the passenger door, opening the car door for Zoe to get out.

They walked up to her townhouse hand in hand, while Zoe laughed at Dillon’s silly jokes of how she was walking in her new stilettos that were hurting her feet.

“Sometimes, it hurts to look good,” she laughed.

“If you say so,” he grinned. The stilettos may have been hurting her feet, but they looked damn good on her and made her ass stick out more in the little white shorts she had on.

“I was only trying to break them in while taking a quick ride over your house for you to get some extra clothes for the night.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he said then glanced quickly to the side as he heard someone say his name.

“Dillon,” a college friend called out.

Dillon saw two women as he looked over to the side. Zoe stopped in her tracks trying to see who knew her man.

“Dillon, it’s me Jenny.” She said, pulling the other woman by the hand as she walked over.

“Jenny,” Dillon said as the women were now within feet of him and Zoe. “Ah man,” Dillon said, hugging Jenny then looking at the woman that was with her. “Rihanna?” Just that quickly, he remembered Jenny and Rihanna being first cousins back when they were in college.

Rihanna,
Zoe quickly thought now eyeing the competition. Why was she even back in town after all this time?

“Hey,” Rihanna spoke with a shy smile. “It’s been awhile,” she said.

“You can say that again,” Dillon said as he admired how much finer she’d gotten since college. Zoe stood back and silently watched. She was wondering what was going to be said next.

Dillon turned Zoe’s hand a loose and hugged Rihanna. It definitely was the wrong move as Zoe cleared her throat to remind him that she was standing there.

“Oh excuse me, this is my girl Zoe.” He said, making up a little by calling her his girl. “This is Rihanna and Jenny; a couple of friends from college.”

“I think somebody out here was more than just a friend,” Jenny commented, sounding three sheets in the wind. She was definitely putting Dillon on the spot, but it seemed that Rihanna was the main one embarrassed by it.

“Hey,” Zoe spoke with a fake smile, but before she could lend a hand out to play nice. Her phone rang. It was Olivia so she looked over at the women. “It was nice to meet y’all.” She then looked at Dillon. “Babe, I’m gonna take this call. I’ll be inside.” She said, now walking off and heading into her townhouse.

Dillon stood there, still shocked to see Rihanna. She hadn’t changed a bit except for being thicker around the thighs and hips, a small budge in the front, but nothing major. It still looked good on her. She smiled.

“Dillon,” she said. “Well, it was good seeing you. My cousin is feeling good from drinking a bit too much for her birthday.”

“She lives in this complex?”

“No, but her sister does. We were just leaving,” It seemed like she was trying to get away from him.

“Okay, well it was good seeing you,” he said, but just as he was about to walk off…

“Mommy, I’m ready to go.” A small sweet voice called out. Rihanna almost froze as she stood there speechless.

“Deliaaaaa, your mama is talking to someone.” Jenny dragged then looked over at Rihanna. “I’ll go get her. You just keep talking.”

Dillon frowned. He could only see a small child with long ponytails. “Is that your daughter?”

“Yeah,” Rihanna responded.

“Oh so you have a child, just one?”

“Yeah,” she said, now starting to fidget.

“How old is she?”

“She’s eight years old.”

Dillon’s facial expression dropped. “What’s her name?”

Rihanna was hesitant, but she answered. “Delia.”

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Meanwhile back in Zoe’s townhouse, she stood in her living room with her hand over her chest. It was bad enough that she’d just met Dillon’s ex, but no sooner than she could hang up with Olivia and walk inside her house; she was greeted by her ex.

“Chico,” she said. “How did you get in here?”

“I spoke with the front office and proved that we were married. I said that I was in town to surprise you and they gave me a spare key. Surprise,” he said with a handsome smile. 

“Wait till I talk to them.” Zoe angrily said now feeling caught up. “You could be a killer. I could’ve had a restraining order out on you.”

“But you don’t and I’m not a killer.” Chico said, getting up off of the sofa and walking her way. “I miss you. I want you back.”

“It’s not that simple,” Zoe said. “Please leave.”

“I won’t leave until you hear me out.” Chico said as the front door opened up.

Dillon hit the corner. “Baby, you would not believe—” He said, but stopped in his tracks as he and Chico stood face to face.

“Yes, I probably would believe,” Zoe said while eying Chico. “Whatever it is,” she quickly responded, shaking her head with her hand still over her chest. “Dillon, meet Chico. Chico, this is Dillon.”

“Just Dillon, huh?” He asked.

Zoe didn’t know how to respond. She was still stunned that Chico was in her house like he hadn’t been ghost over the past couple of years. She couldn’t believe that he had the nerve to just show up like that.

Dillon was basically stunned himself; not only by now meeting up with Zoe’s ex Chico, but also by running into his ex Rihanna. No telling what kind of well kept secrets she had going on.

“I can’t do this right now.” Dillon said and without letting Zoe explain or even choose who she’d rather stay with her, he left.

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Olivia was giggling as she and Mark pulled up to X-Mart, a sex toy store. She and Mark had been kicking it and just enjoying each other’s company. It was almost that time for her to make a decision. The only thing stopping her was not knowing Mark’s real feelings and or what he’d been up to. According to Felisha when they’d spoke a few weeks back, he’d had some serious doubts about her fidelity. However, she only knew of one incident and that’s when he had his gun tucked in his back. That was the only time he had questioned her. Other than that, he seemed to be good. This within itself gave her doubts.

Now, they were at the sex toy store. She was happy that he was stepping outside the box, but it seemed that he was doing too much, too soon. He was being extra good to her, even looking for a new house for them to move in. She hadn’t quite made up her mind what she wanted to do about their marriage, but she’d prayed about it and felt that God would soon show her a sign.

Mark parked his car as he and Olivia got out at the same time. She didn’t feel like waiting on him to open up her door. She was on a mission of finding some freaky shit to quench her thirst. They entered the store, having to show their ID. The woman behind the counter took Olivia’s Coach Purse being that it was too big to carry around the store, store’s policy.

Olivia headed straight over to the Fetish Fantasy Swing. “Look babe, I want one of these.”

Mark smiled as he checked out the swing. He’d been enjoying the fact that he could really get down with his wife now without holding back. He didn’t know where the freak in her came from, but he definitely loved it. In the back of his mind, she hadn’t been fucked like he was fucking her so in due time she’d be willing to move in the new house that he had just closed on behind her back.

As they stood over by the swing talking about the pros and the cons of using it, a guy walked in with two women on his arm. Olivia was already getting in the swing as Mark played with her like they were fucking. It wasn’t too much of a display. They were just having fun.

The guy walked over. “Hey, that’s a lot of fun,” he said with a smile on his face.

“It is, ain’t it Dee?” One of the women asked the other.

Olivia looked over at them as one of the women pushed Mark to the side, and then kneeled down between Olivia’s legs on her knees. She grabbed Olivia by her ass, pulling her pussy close to her mouth. Olivia swung in the air with both legs spread from east to west. The other woman stood behind her, pushing her toward the lady on her knees. Mark, the man and the women he was with, were all smiles.

“It’s better if you have a third party.” One of the women said.

“Meaning a threesome?” Olivia questioned.

“A threesome is one of the hottest things that you could possibly have.” The woman kneeling said.

Olivia definitely had a freaky fetish to sexually try anything at least once. She looked over at Mark. “I think we should have a threesome.” She smiled.

Mark just stood there, shocked to say the least, but if his wife wanted to have a threesome then a threesome they were going to have.

Chapter 16

The hotel room was dimly lit, there were candles flickering throughout. Two of the candles were in the living room, giving off a loud, pleasant smell of cinnamon floating in the air. Mark stood in the mirror casually dressed from head to toe. Olivia still had his head spinning from wanting to have a threesome. She definitely had a mean appetite for sex and he felt that it was all him since he was the one that turned her out.

He started out of the bedroom with a new pimp in his step. His swag game had stepped up a few notches. He felt like the man when he walked through, wearing a Louis Vuitton dark colored dress shirt, baggy slacks with a sharp crease down each pants leg and a nice pair of suede Louis Vuitton shoes. The Tom Ford cologne he had on was smooth and definitely enticing. It made him even more attractive as he walked by his beautiful wife who was standing in front of the body mirror in the living room of the master bedroom suite.

He couldn’t resist kissing her on the neck. “Hey love,” he whispered in her ear. The smell of her J’adore Christian Dior perfume only made him that more hyper for the sexcapade that was about to take place. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Yes, all I had to do was get her to agree to it and shortly it will be going down.” She smiled, prepping in the mirror.

“Yeah, that’s if she comes.” Mark said.

“Are you feeling nervous, baby? We can call it off if you want to.”

Mark thought about it for a moment. “Can’t we choose someone else?”

Olivia began putting on red lipstick to cover her lips as she glanced back at Mark through the mirror. “Sure, if you want to.” She said. “Let me call it off.” Picking up her phone off of the glass end table, she started to dial the number of the third party that was to join them. 

Mark stood there still thinking about it. “You know what?” he called out then paused. “Never mind,” he said. “If she is who you’d rather share this experience with, then let’s do it.”

“I only chose her because y’all have already done it before and she said that there was nothing there. I believe her. Maybe we can all find mutual ground in getting past this.” Olivia responded. In some sick, twisted mindset this was her way of getting Mark and Felisha in the same room. Hopefully, when things jumped off they’ll let their guards down unknowingly, but she’d be watching.

“Have another shot with me.” She said, heading into the kitchen to pour Mark a shot of Patron. She came back in the living room and handed him his shot glass full of liquor. She held hers in her hand. “You ready? You may as well get ready if you’re not.”

“Baby, this is my fifth shot tonight and I don’t know what kind of shot glasses these are.” He said, holding the glass up with a shake of his head. “I’m starting to feel it so I know you should be feeling it too.”

Olivia smiled. “I am,” she said. However, the only thing that she’d been sipping on was champagne all night. Her shot glasses contained the white bubbly stuff and Mark was too caught up in a fantasy world that he didn’t even notice it. She had a sure smile on her face as she modeled in front of the mirror. She turned to the side, admiring the way she looked in a black strapless dress and a string of pearls around her neck. Her hair was layered in loose curls, hanging past her shoulders. She had on a pair of black and red six inch Christian Louboutin Red Bottoms. Her diamond wedding band was sparkling underneath the light and she was casually sipping champagne from a glass, actually feeling pretty good. A small case of butterflies danced in her stomach. The nervousness was definitely there, but she was determined to shake it off and get over it. By the next morning, she would know if she wanted to stay with her husband or not. Only time would tell.

Five minutes later, a knock was heard at the door. Olivia turned to face Mark who was standing there looking like a ghost.

“Don’t just stand there, go to the door.” She insisted.

Mark hesitantly went over to the door. Not knowing the real deal behind his wife’s adventurous fantasy, he took in a deep breath then opened it. Felisha stood there in a Cole Haan metallic raincoat. She looked about as nervous as he did.