Drunk in Love 2: An Original Love Story (20 page)

“You like that, baby?” Olivia seductively asked while looking up in Mark’s eyes. Felisha started rubbing on her breasts, causing Olivia to tingle inside. She slipped one of Olivia’s titties out and started caressing the nipple.

“Mm-mm,” Olivia moaned.

Felisha took her seductive moans as a means to give it all she had. She placed her warm, wet lips on Olivia’s perky breasts and started sucking them. She then reached under her dress as her exploring fingers followed the juices on the inside of her thigh and up to her wettest spot. Slowly, Felisha entered one of her fingers, enjoying Olivia’s moans and then she entered two fingers as Olivia kept sucking on Mark’s dick. Minutes later, Olivia was on her back on the sofa with her legs open and Felisha eating her pussy.

“Yeeeeeeeesssss,” Olivia said in between slurps, still giving Mark head as he stood over her. They were so caught up in the moment that it seemed like they were making a flick. Mark leaned down and kissed Olivia on the lips, slipping his tongue in her mouth. Felisha saw this and grabbed Mark’s hard dick. Instantly, she put it in her mouth as he and Olivia continued kissing.

“Mm-mmm,” Felisha moaned from having Mark’s thick wood in her mouth. She was definitely in her own zone. Mark caressed Olivia’s breast then moved from kissing her lips to kissing her neck down to kissing her tender breasts. The whole time Felisha stayed sucking Mark’s dick while finger fucking Olivia.

Olivia was beginning to let out loud moans and her breathing was getting heavy. Even though she was on a mission this was definitely getting good. She couldn’t help but indulge in the experience. When she looked down and noticed how good Felisha was sucking Mark’s dick, it turned her on even more. She went down and joined her.

Fuck it.
She thought to herself, then placed her mouth on the head of Mark dick as Felisha licked the side, definitely showing that she was a team player. The session was hot and getting even hotter.

Thirty minutes later, they had made it to the bedroom. Mark was pounding as he stood to the foot of the bed with her ass hanging off the edge. Olivia was on her back and Felisha was sucking on her breast and playing with her clit as Mark’s dick slid in and out of her. Felisha thirsty lips then headed Mark’s way, kissing around his neck and on his chest. Olivia was caught up in the moment, but she was definitely watching. Felisha kissed Mark on the jaw, but he moved his head over, clearly not wanting to kiss her. All he wanted to do was look down at his wife’s creamy pussy. The juices leaked from it like a running faucet all over his solid dick.

Mark slapped Felisha on the ass indicating for her to lie on her back and from there he swiftly switched women. Caught up in a zone of his own; he grabbed Felisha’s legs, pushing them back by her head and started pounding away at her pussy. Felisha moaned loudly, turning Olivia on as she found herself caressing Felisha’s breast then she started kissing Mark in the mouth while he was straight fucking the hell out of Felisha.

Olivia started rubbing on his back, watching the liquid squirt out of Felisha’s pussy onto Mark’s stomach. With a water hose that powerful, she could easily put out a burning fire. Olivia was stunned to see how much Mark enjoyed fucking Felisha while she was there. Then he started sucking on Felisha’s breast, then around her neck. Olivia was definitely in tune as she watched Felisha moan, grabbing the back of Mark’s head with her eyes closed. She was lost in the moment and showed on both of their faces. Mark nibbled on her earlobes as Felisha called out his name.

“Oooh Ma-aark,” Felisha said with her eyes closed. Her pussy was still spitting up on him. Mark moved from her earlobe back to her neck and then before Olivia knew it… He’d put his lips on Felisha’s and they enjoyed a very sensual kiss. A loooooong kiss followed by Mark whispering…

“Damn baby,” he said.

Olivia was shocked. Even though she’d already set herself up for this to happen, for it to happen was disturbing. They were so caught up that they didn’t even see Olivia grab her things, ready to go. She walked over and whispered in Mark’s ear.

“It’s over. Our marriage is over.” She said, causing Mark to instantly go limp, and then she quickly exited the hotel suite.

Chapter 17

Mark jumped up trying to run behind Olivia, but he realized that he was naked by the time he hit the door to run out. Felisha came running in behind him.

“What the fuck happened?” she asked, feeling confused.

“I don’t know. All I know is that we were fucking and she whispered in my ear that our marriage was over.”

Felisha eyebrows crunched together, clearly showing how baffled she was. Olivia had her stumped as she stood there naked, looking at Mark.

“What does she mean that y’all’s marriage is over?”

“I don’t know, but I gotta go talk to her.” Mark said, heading into the bedroom to get his clothes. Felisha followed closely behind him taking heavy, pissed off steps causing ripples in her fat ass as it jiggled all the way to the bedroom.

“She said that your marriage was over?” Felisha pondered, trying to make sense out of it. “This is some bullshit. I believe that we were set up.”

Mark shook his head, clearly unsure of what had just happened. “Unless she just couldn’t take seeing me fuck you,” he scratched his head while slipping on his shoes. “She was fine until I stuck my dick in you.” 

Felisha shook her head. “That’s some bullshit. She asked for this shit and then hauls ass on us like we did something wrong. Then talking ‘bout y’all’s marriage is over. She is full of shit.”

Mark looked at Felisha. He could visibly tell that she was pissed as she started looking for her things. “I’m leaving to go talk with her.” He said. “Just leave when you’re finished getting dressed.” He grabbed his keys as Felisha smugly grinned at him.

“You are so fucking stupid,” she angrily spat. “Your wife set us up so she could have a reason to leave you. She doesn’t want you, nigga!” she said, pushing Mark upside the head. “She wants another nigga. The same muthafuckin’ nigga she’s been fucking with for the last four or five months.”

Mark’s eyes grew wide as he stared at Felisha like she could’ve been lying. “What’d you say?” He asked in a heavier concerned tone.

“I said that YOUR WIFE has been sucking and fucking another nigga. You are so stupid, running ‘round here thinking that you were the one that turned her out. Dumb ass,” she called him. “Another nigga beat you to it.”

“Stop lying! You just mad because I don’t want your ass!”

“I wish I was lying then I wouldn’t have to be standing here looking in your pitiful ass face, wanting to cry.” She said, feeling like the gloves had certainly come off so why stop now. “When you finally realize that this was all a set up for her to go be with someone else the better off you’ll be. You’re talking about you don’t want me. Hell, nigga she don’t want you!”

Mark stood there feeling like he’d been a fool all this time. He’d been fighting the urge to fuck Felisha, even blocking her out of his mind only to find out that his wife was the one actually giving up the goods. No telling how long or how many times she’d stepped out on him. He became furious then it turned to tears as Felisha ran to his side to let him cry on her shoulder.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m here.” She said, finally feeling like she had accomplished something. The shit was bound to hit the fan once Olivia found out that she’d double betrayed her, but at the moment she didn’t care.

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Two days later had passed and Olivia sat in her hotel suite thinking about the things that had taken place the night of the threesome. She didn’t know what she was thinking for even going through with it, but she got her answers.

“I can’t believe at the last minute that nigga broke down and tongue kissed Felisha like she was his wife.” She smacked her teeth, still feeling heated. “Them bitches been fucking,” she said as her phone rang. She snatched it up, still feeling some type of way.

“Hello,” she snapped.

“Well, who pissed in your coffee this morning?” Zoe asked.

“O’ hey Sis,” she said, cooling off a bit.

“Are you still mad about that threesome?”

“Hell yeah,” Olivia answered.

“For what, Sis? You asked for that shit. Just be happy that you know now.”

“Yeah, but what do I know exactly? That they kissed and that it meant they’d been fucking around behind my back??? I just don’t know.” She said, shaking her head. However, she was sure of it; denial just crept in from time to time. 

“Has Mark called you since you walked out on him?”

“Nope, and that’s another thing that’s got me concerned nor have I heard from Felisha. I don’t know what to think at this point.”

“So you just walked out on them? You haven’t attempted to call nobody and they haven’t attempted to call you.”

“Exactly, which makes me think only one thing,” Olivia pondered with a worried look. 

“That your best friend’s trifling ass has told Mark about Zay.” Zoe responded with a shake of the head.

“You know what to say,” Olivia chimed in. Sure enough, she felt in her heart that Felisha had been the snake lurking around her garden and was just waiting for the opportune time to strike. 

“Well, I was calling because I’m headed home. Ain’t shit going on up here.” She said, referring to Dillon not speaking to her or answering her calls. He definitely felt some type of way seeing Chico in her crib and she not acknowledging him like he had did her with Rihanna.

“Good, because I’m bored and I need that company,” Olivia said while walking to the bathroom and turning on the shower water.”

“Well, I’m making a stop first. It’s just gonna be a quick stop and I’ll call you afterwards to see where you’re located.”

“Sounds good to me,” Olivia stated. “I’m just gonna shower then relax until you get here. We’ll figure out somewhere to go later tonight. I’m so glad you’re coming home.”

Zoe smiled. “Okay, me too,” she said and then they ended their call.

Olivia stepped out of her clothes. No sooner than she could step her foot in the tub, her phone rang again. She picked it up off of the bathroom sink and saw that it was Zay.

“What’s up, baby?” she answered.

“Hey love,” he said. “I just wanted to hear your voice.”

“Oh, yeah?” Olivia asked, sitting on top of the toilet seat and crossing her legs. “You know I always like those kinda calls.”

Zay smiled. “Seriously, I felt like I had to check on you.” 

Olivia started cutting her toe nails as the phone sat in front of her on speaker. “I’m good, still haven’t heard from Mark, but I’m good.”

“So you still think that Felisha said something.”

“Oh yeah, there is no question about that. I walked out on him leaving him there with her.” She said with sigh. “Plus, I told him that our marriage was over. It’s just hard to believe that he didn’t come behind me after trying so hard in this last month,” she paused with an irritated shake of the head. “And, he hasn’t called me nor has she attempted to call me. That bitch said something.”

“Well, you said that your marriage is over so let it be over. I wanna come to Augusta to see you.”

Olivia blushed. “You know I’m trying to lay low. First, I need to see what’s really going on. That’s why I’ve been cooped up in this room for two days. I’m nervous. I ain’t gonna lie.”

“Nervous,” Zay said. “I’ll protect you.”

She smiled. “Would you really?”

“Hell yeah, I would.” He confirmed with a smile. “Let’s meet somewhere. I heard that it’s a place on Washington Road called
Raven’s Hot Spot.
Dillon knows the owner. Some dude name Brendon. Anyway, Dillon said he always throws some really HOT parties.

“Not as hot as the
Mask Your Pleasures Party
is it?” She teased.

“Not that hot.” He grinned. “But it has a laid back, sophisticated scene that’s more for the grown and sexy.”

Olivia nodded. “I think I saw that club being advertised in the paper and I told Zoe that one day we should go check it out. I do need to get out of this room and have a drink.”

“I need to get out of Atlanta. I feel like Dillon. Ain’t shit going on up here,” he said, mocking his brother.

Olivia laughed. “That’s what my sister said, and guess what?” she asked. “She’s on her way to Augusta as we speak.”

“Funny because Dillon is gonna ride with me. So, we’ll let them meet and maybe they’ll have an attraction with other. Who knows?”

“My sister is picky and Dillon is a play boy. She’ll pick up on it right away.”

“Or maybe she won’t. We’ll chill and let them talk. Cool?”

“Cool.” Olivia said. “Now, let me go ahead and shower. Call me when you’re close on this end and drive safely.”

“I will,” Zay said. “See you soon.”

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Two hours had passed and Olivia was growing weary. Zay and Dillon were close, but not close enough. And even though Zoe should’ve been there, she had yet to show up. Olivia picked up her phone and called her number.

Zoe quickly answered. “What’s up, Sis?”

“My God, where are you? I’m ready to leave.”

“Where are we going?” Zoe questioned, not knowing of any solid details just yet.

“We’re going to
Raven’s Hot Spot.”
Olivia informed her as she slid her pink pumps on her feet.

Zoe nodded with an approving smile. “
Raven’s Hot Spot
is a nice place. I’ve been there twice and the owner, Brendon,” she said, taking in a deep breath then fanning herself with her hand. “Ooooh my damn sis, he is super fine.”

Olivia shook her head with a grin. “So how come you’ve gone to this place and didn’t tell me about it. I thought we were supposed to go together.”

“I was creeping girl.” Zoe quickly chimed in, causing Olivia to laugh. “Look, go ahead without me. I’m stopping by mom’s right quick and change, because I got something in these white pants that I have on.”

“Okay, cool. I’ll see you there and don’t take all night.”

“I won’t,” Zoe said as they ended their call.

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