Drunk In Love: An Original Love Story (10 page)

Zay laughed out loud. “What nigga? She didn’t have no tooth?”

“Check this out, Bro. I go to her crib and I ring the doorbell, right. I’m standing there waiting for her sexy ass to open the door,” he said with a sneaky look on his face. “Shit, I was gonna fuck if she was down, but she opened the door, handing me a twenty dollar bill. Shit, I reached for the money. If she giving out hot dubs like that then I’m that guy.” Zay grinned, because no telling what else was about to come out of Dillon’s mouth. He was a straight clown. “So, when she realized who I was, right.” He said with right being his favorite way to end a sentence like he was really about to make a point. “She snatched the money back then looked in my face, covering her mouth.”

“What the hell?” Zay curiously pondered while laughing.

“She talking about, she thought I was the pizza man.” They laughed out loud. “She tried covering up, but I saw that missing tooth right on the side of her mouth. Then on top of that, she had a wet head, from just washing her hair and it was shorter than mine.” He said, rubbing across the smooth waves in his jet black, temple tape hair cut.

“Nigga you foolish,” Zay continued to laugh.

“We men need to thank God every day for weave,” he said with a serious look on his face. “Oh and make-up, too because she was also missing that and looking rough as hell,” he chuckled. “Talking about, she didn’t know I was coming four days later. She thought I would’ve showed up the next day.” Dillon shook his head for the umpteenth time. “Hell, it was a surprise. She wasn’t supposed to know.”

Zay laughed so hard he could hardly catch his breath.

“Bro, she looked shame as hell. Her lil friend was over there to do her hair. I know she was wishing that I would’ve just come about an hour later. Damn,” he said as he thought about it. “She would’ve fooled me again. These women will trick your ass. I started to ask her to let me feel between her legs right quick. I wanted to make sure the bitch didn’t have a dick.” Zay couldn’t stop laughing; because Dillon’s facial expression was so serious.

“Man, stop. She couldn’t have been that bad.”

“Shittin’ me,” Dillon responded with a frown on his face. “It was bad, Bro. Then when I sat down, a lil bad ass dog ran out and shitted right on the floor in front of me.” Dillon shook his head. “Now, that was some nasty shit. I hauled ass after that.”

Zay tried to straighten his face up, because Dillon always had him cracking up. “Man, you crazy as hell.”

“I can’t be with a woman that’s ugly and can’t, at least, train her dogs.” Zay laughed again. “Man, that shit ain’t funny. That shit is real.” Dillon said then quickly changed the subject unto his brother after he let him laugh about two more minutes. “What’s up with her homegirl; the one that was sittin’ in your lap at the club that night?”

“Nothing,” Zay responded. “She followed me back here, but I pretended to have a headache. I just wasn’t in the mood.” “That ain’t the big brother I know,” Dillon said, knowing that his brother was a hot commodity that not only got lots of pussy, but had also gotten him plenty of it, too. “Is this about Olivia?” Dillon asked, already well aware of whom she was. They’d met the first night Zay and Olivia met.  

“I can’t shake her ass,” he sadly admitted.

“Bro, if you want to be with the woman, you can’t be catching them unnecessary feelings. You already know her situation. If you can’t handle that then maybe you need to leave it alone for real.”

“I can handle it, but I just want her so bad. I want to be the man that’s good to her and good for her. It’s just that her husband has already beat me to it.”

“You can have all the money in the world, but you can’t compete with a woman’s husband; especially if he’s good to her.”

“Yeah, but he ain’t that good to her. She says he’s slacking in bedroom. That’s why I got her. Can you believe that I’m the second man that she’s ever slept with?”

“She lying,” Dillon cut in. “How old is she?”

“She’s thirty-three years old.”

“Trust me, Bro. She’s lying. She just hate to admit that she has met another man that’s giving her husband a run for his money. They always try to make up excuses.”

“I believe her, though.” Zay said. “It had something to do with the strict way that she was raised and how her parent’s held her up on this pedestal, making her stick to certain vows.”

“That’s unbelievable, man. I’m trying to tell you.” Dillon laughed.

“Okay,” Zay said not following his brother up.

“You serious aren’t you?” Dillon asked, noticing that Zay wasn’t laughing or even trying to cut a smile. He’d been with enough women to know better.

“I am serious. I mean she be so hot for me. Her husband ain’t beatin’ that thang right and she can’t get enough. I know when a woman is experienced and I know when one is not. I lured the freak out of her, even though it was just waiting to come out. She talks about her and the husband being together for eight years and in eight years he has only beat it doggy style five times.”

“Get the fuck outta here,” Dillon disappointedly said. “Shit, a woman that fine I’ll have that lil ass up in the air and beatin’ the hell out of it.”

Zay nodded his head with an approving smile as he thought about fucking her up against the wall and relentlessly eating her good pussy.

“No wonder that pussy so good to you.” Dillon teased.

“You should hit her up. Fuck it, just do it.” “I’ve already ignored a few of her texts and a couple of her phone calls.”

“I don’t know why you’re acting hard. You look softer than a rabbit, if you ask me.” Dillon teased, but was very serious.

“Ain’t nobody asking you,” Zay stated with a light chuckle as a text message came through to his phone. He looked down at it and shook his head. “I got a stalker.”

“Who? Don’t tell me it’s the dry pussy bitch from last week.”

“The girl is relentless, Bro. She keep hittn’ me up and I keep ignoring her. I should’ve never stuck my dick in that broad.”

“What does the message say?” Dillon nosily asked.

Zay looked at his cell phone and read the message out loud.

Hey, this is my last time reaching out to you. I don’t know what I did, but I’m sorry. Call me if you ever need company again. Ms. Good P

“Yeah, she sounds thirsty as fuck.” Dillon said.

“She is,” Zay commented.

“Did she sign her name with Ms. Good P? It needs to be Ms. Dry P.”

Zay laughed.

“Look, I’m outta here, Bro.” Dillon said, standing up and stretching. “It’s Wednesday. I gotta hit the gym.”

“A’ight Bro,” Zay stood up and gave his brother dap.

“I think you should call your girl though. Just see what she’s up too. You need to do something, sittin’ round here looking like a sick puppy.”

“Get outta my house, nigga.” Zay stated with a chuckle.

The minute his brother was out of sight, he went straight back to his computer and sat down behind the desk. He pulled up his Twitter account. He wanted to see if Olivia had said anything since she’d tweeted about needing to lie on her husband’s chest that night while he was clubbing. A part of him wanted to think that maybe she did it, because of the picture that he’d put on Instagram page of the woman sitting in his lap. Then again, he didn’t know what to think about it. It definitely pissed him off, though and that’s why he didn’t bother to answer her calls when she’d called him or respond to any of her text messages.

Once his account was pulled up, he quickly went straight to her page. A picture was posted about an hour prior showing her with Felisha and Felisha’s four year old son, kissing Olivia on the cheek. It made him smile as he read…

I’m having a late lunch with two of my favorite people. I just love this lil guy. #MyNephewAndMyBestie

He sat there, contemplating his next move.

Chapter Twelve

Olivia sat inside of Logan’s Roadhouse, eating a late lunch with Felisha and lil Romeo. She was still down in the dumps, but it was hump day and things were looking a little better. The Master’s was gone and so was the crazy traffic. All she wanted to do was have a nice outing with her bestie and her cute nephew.  

“I love your hair like that,” she complimented Felisha who was rocking the long box braids that Janet Jackson wore in Poetic Justice.

“Thanks,” Felisha responded, taking a sip from her Road House ice tea. “I love it, too.”

“It definitely fits your cute face,” Olivia said with a smile. “Patrice does hair good. She needs to get in one of those booths and get her ass from behind that receptionist desk.”

“I try to tell her that. One day, she’ll listen.” Felisha said. “Anyway, how have you been? You look better than you did when I saw you on Monday.”

“I’m good,” Olivia responded. “I’ve just been taking things day by day.”“Have you called or spoken to Zay, yet?”

“Nope,” she sadly responded.

“He won’t answer or text back.”

“Well, it seems that this fallout is pretty serious.” Felisha said then bit off of her Logan’s buttery bread. “But, then again, I doubt it.”

“I just don’t understand what brought all of this on. I mean, we were doing so good. Next thing I know, Mark is tripping just out the blue and that caused me to back off from Zay, but only for a few days. He shouldn’t have been tripping like that. He knows my situation.”

“He’s pussy whipped,” Felisha laughed.

“I can’t tell or he would’ve been in between these legs Saturday when I was there.”

“Don’t worry,” Felisha said. “He’ll call you.”

“I don’t know why I’m so drunk in love with this man. I got it so bad that I can hardly stand myself.”

“For starters, he was the first real man that gave you what you needed in the bedroom. You weren’t ready for the shit that he put on your ass.”

“You’re more than likely right. I mean, I knew nothing about letting a man bust on my face, let alone in my mouth.”

Felisha acted as if she was gagging. “Not in front of the little one,” they laughed.

“The nigga fuck me like he means it. When he goes in, he goes in.” She said, thinking back at how he’d make her cum over and over again.

Felisha shook her head. “Poor baby,” she said. “Your mama got you fucked up. If you would’ve been fucking at an earlier age instead of waiting until you got married at the age of twenty-seven. I mean, who waits that long nowadays, anyway?”

“You know my parents were strict on us keeping our virginity until we got married. Plus, I had all the intentions of giving it up way before then had Sly not stood me up at the altar.”

“Can you blame the man? You’d been dating him since high school and wouldn’t even let him taste the chocolate inside the damn cookie. He wanted chocolate chip cookies and you were just giving him water. You couldn’t even give the nigga no milk. “

“Now you wanna trip about it.” Olivia said with a slight smirk on her face.

“You know that I ain’t lying. That man held out for you for what… six, seven years. I mean, damn… I’m surprised the blue balls didn’t kill him.” She grinned, but they both knew that Sly’s fine ass didn’t ever have blue balls. He was fucking any and everybody except his own woman.

 “Don’t act like I didn’t try to give him some.”

“When?” Felisha laughed. “Oh, you’re talking about two days before your wedding; when he couldn’t even get it in.”

 “I see we got jokes today.” Olivia dryly stated. It was kind of funny, but she wasn’t in the laughing mood.

“That man didn’t know if the pussy would be good enough to marry you. That’s why he didn’t show up the day of your wedding,” she coldly stated. “Plus, your mama stayed in your business. Just as she still do. Bless Mark’s heart for still being there.”

“Well, aren’t we being real candid today.” Olivia said, starting to feel offended. “I guess that’s why I ended up with the good guy and we’ve done quite well for ourselves without the help of others.”

Felisha felt cut like Olivia was now politely stabbing back at her.

“Matter of fact, I’m gonna do as my mom said and be good to my husband. Fuck Zay. I don’t want any more parts of him. I’m gonna smother Mark with the right attention. I’m gonna give him head even if he doesn’t want it. I’m gonna bring out the freak in him just like Zay did with me.”

“Do you think that’s gonna save your marriage?” Felisha asked. “When you fucked Zay, your marriage was over.”

“Are you kidding me right now? I didn’t know that my marriage was on the rocks.” Olivia frowned at Felisha’s smart mouth, and then she conceitedly grinned. “Wow and this coming from someone who has never been married, ever or engaged, for that matter. The same person that is called Ms. Reliable by most of the men that she fucks with,” she said. “I’m glad that I’ve never met half of them personally, because I wouldn’t be able to keep up. You talk about my strict parent’s, but they saved me from a lot of the shit that you’ve gone through with men. I mean, your son’s father doesn’t even show up to see him, not even on his birthday or Christmas. I’m your best friend and I’ve never even met the guy.”

Felisha seemed hurt. “So, you think you’re better than me? I knew that your true colors would someday show.”

Olivia was stunned that their wonderful day had gone sour very quickly. “I’ve never thought that I was better than you. Where is this talk coming from?”

“I knew it,” Felisha said. “You knew what?”

Felisha grabbed lil Romeo up out of the booth, and then she snatched up her purse. “Guess I’m glad that I drove here,” she said. “And for the record, I would’ve been married by now, but you’re right. I’ve made some really wrong decisions in my life. Maybe, it’s time that I change that.” She said, grabbing lil Romeo by the hand. “Tell Auntie, bye.”

“Bye boo,” Olivia said, leaning down and kissing him on the lips. She couldn’t believe that her bestie had just walked out on her. The minute the waitress walked over, she ordered her second top shelf Roadhouse ice tea. She just wanted to get tipsy and forget all the crazy shit that had been going on in her life. She was going to leave there and go home to an empty house since Mark was out of town for the night, handling some last minute business on a new project that he’d been working on. Maybe this would give her time to get prepared to show him how it’d be to have a very attentive wife in his life.