Drunk In Love: An Original Love Story (11 page)

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Olivia had made it home and already in her silk night gown as she sat on the edge of the bed and removed her night slippers then climbed under the cover. Mark was out of town for the night, but they’d had a nice conversation on Tango’s video chat before they decided to call it night. Mark even flashed her his dick in playing around, because she asked him to. That was something he would’ve never done had she not asked.

Closed mouths don’t get fed
, she thought. She did love her handsome husband and if she could make it work with him she was certainly going to try.

Getting over Zay had proven easier said than done. It had been four days since their last encounter and it still made her sick just to think that he was getting cozy with the next. She would be alright if she stayed off of his Twitter and Instagram page being nosey, but she couldn’t get his sexy pictures off of her mind. She’d even started checking out his Facebook page and she didn’t really even care about Facebook that much.

With her Galaxy Tablet already in bed with her, she instantly signed in to Twitter. She had to see what he’d been up too or at least get a good night kiss, pretending that his pictures was him in person. She smiled as soon as her account pulled up and her message indicator showed that she had one new message. She hurriedly clicked on it to see that it was from Zay. Her heart fell in her stomach as the butterflies started happily dancing.

The message was from two hours prior. She grew anxious as she quickly read the message…

Hey Boo, I’ve missed you. I just wanted to say Hi and I hope you’re doing well.

“Damn, I hope he’s still up,” she said looking at the time displaying 12:38a.m. “Fuck it.”

Hey, I’ve missed you too. I’m good. Hope you’re doing well also.

A few minutes passed and as Olivia had gotten in her mind that Zay was probably asleep or just not responding again, a message popped up on her screen. She was ecstatic as she quickly opened it up and read it.

Damn, I was just thinking about you.

She blushed then responded. What exactly were you thinking? And be honest.

In no time, Zay was responding.

Your pussy ridin’ my face and you grinding on my tongue.

“Damn,” Olivia whispered as she quickly sent another message.

What are you still up doing? The old man must be gone for the night?

She responded back with an unsure smile. She didn’t even want to mention her husband to Zay anymore, not knowing how he’d acted.

He is gone for the night. He’ll return in the morning.

Zay wasted no time replying.

I should’ve been there to hold you.

Olivia felt fuzzy inside.

Yes, you should’ve been.

About five minutes had passed with no response back then finally, Zay said something else.

It was good hearing from you. I’m glad you’re well. I was just missing you. I have to fall back a little because I’ve gotten in too deep.

Olivia’s sad face returned. She thought that they were back making progress. She was, just that quickly, not interested in her husband again. She hurriedly messaged Zay back.

It doesn’t have to be this way.

Zay responded back.

It does while you’re married. I guess we both know what that means. Olivia didn’t know how to feel about that. She was married. He knew that and now she felt like he was giving her an ultimatum. She’d known her husband for eight years. She’d only known him for three months. She quickly messaged him back and then closed down her computer…

I’m sorry you feel that way. Good Night

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The next morning Olivia woke up to her cell phone ringing. She reached over on the nightstand and answered it.

“Hello,” she said sounding half sleep.

“Wake your ass up,” Zoe said on the other end of the phone.

“Do you know what time it is?” Olivia asked, looking at the time on the alarm clock next to her bed. It showed 7:30a.m.

“It’s time for you to get up. Look,” she started. “My birthday is Saturday and I have tickets to the hottest party in the city that night and I want you to go. Be prepared to stay the night in Atlanta with me that night. Go ahead and let your husband know what the deal is.”

Olivia sat up, and rubbed her eyes. “Girl, you know mom is cooking this big dinner for you on Sunday and you talking about staying the night in Atlanta Saturday night. How the hell are we supposed to party all night Saturday and you still show up for your Birthday dinner on time.”

“Because, you’re going to drive us back and then I’ll stay the night at mom’s and leave on Tuesday or Wednesday.” She said.

“Knowing you and mom’s relationship, you’ll probably be leaving on Monday morning.” They laughed. “I’ll be home in the morning though, because she wants to take me shopping and to the spa for a mother daughter day out as a starter for my birthday.”

“She has always been good for our mother daughter pre-birthday dates. Those are the only times that I’ve ever saw her unwind a little and relax. I believe she looks forward to the days leading up to our birthdays.”

“I believe she do, too.”  Zoe laughed. “Well, tell Felisha to be ready on Saturday night too, because we’re gonna have us a ball.”

“Well, I don’t know if she’ll be up for going. She and I had a few words yesterday while we were out eating lunch.”

“A few words,” Zoe said, knowing that the two of them never fell out with each other. “What brought that on?”

“Honestly, I don’t know. It started with her making jokes about Sly standing me up on our wedding day.”

Zoe frowned. “Why would she want to trip about something that serious? You were really broken up over that. Plus, that was back when you were twenty-three years old. It took you a good two years to get over it and I don’t believe you’d still be over it if Mark hadn’t showed up. That’s who came along and mended your broken heart.”

“He did that and waited until we got married to sleep with me. He respected my body and my wishes of waiting.”

“Yeah, see he is a good one,” Zoe said, “But, he probably waited, because even though you were the virgin; he probably was one too, how he carry on some shameful in the bedroom.” They laughed out loud.

“I just can’t get over her bringing up that wedding back then to Sylvester. Why would she even want to bring that up?” Zoe didn’t like anybody picking at her sister, not even if it was Felisha.

“I don’t know. She even spoke about mom being strict on us and how my marriage is now over.”

“Why’d she say that?”

“Because,” Olivia said, not wanting to say it.

“Oh, because you’re fucking around with Zay?” She asked, already knowing about Zay since Olivia told her everything. 

“That had to be it. I don’t know what her problem was, but I believe that for the first time in our friendship, I sensed jealousy. I don’t know where it came from, but an attitude was mixed in with it.”

“Maybe she’s just mad because now you have two men vying for your attention and she can’t get one man to stay around long enough to vie for hers.”

“I don’t know, but I hate we had that disagreement. I’m not even going to mention the party to her. I think she needs to think about what really happened. She owes me an apology.”

“Well, y’all will work that out. Y’all have been friends for way too long to let something petty come between y’all. Plus, I don’t care if she doesn’t come with us Saturday night. As long as you’re there then I’m good.”

“Well, I’m going to be there,” Olivia confirmed.

“Good, and we’ll talk more about Zay when I see you tomorrow. I’m actually excited about coming home for a change. It’s been a few months now and I miss you.”

“I miss you, too. I can’t wait until you get here. We have lots of catching up to do.” She said, and then after a few more minutes of small talk, they ended their call.  

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Minutes later, Olivia could hear the front door open as the house alarm sounded off. She then heard the four beeps coming from Mark putting in their code to turn it off. She smiled, feeling good to know that her husband had made it home. He walked through their bedroom door with a smile on his face.

“Hey babe, I thought you would still be sleeping since this is your late day to go in the salon.”

“Hey honey,” she spoke back. “I would’ve been sleep, but I just hung up with Zoe. You know her birthday is Saturday and she wants me to go out with her Saturday night in Atlanta.”

“Saturday night? I guess you’ll be staying the night, because you know you’re not driving that far back home and I know you’re going to be drinking.”

“Well, babe those were the plans.” She assured him. She got out of bed and walked over to him in her short lace, silk slip that she slept in. She didn’t waste any time unbuckling his pants and going straight for his dick. Mark was a bit shocked.

“You must’ve really missed me,” he teased.

Once his boxers and pants were down around his ankles, Olivia started sucking his dick.

“Damn,” he said taking in a deep breath. Olivia had to make herself back up off of him or he would know that she’d been taking lessons on a different dick. She was surprised that he even let her go that far. She had never tasted him before and he was actually better tasting than she imagined as she slurped him just a little longer before he stopped her.

Mark then bent her over on the edge of the bed. He stepped out of his pants and boxer shorts and stood back to get a good view of his wife’s hot pussy as it sat out from the back waiting for some direct contact from his anxious dick.

He stepped up and entered inside her world. Olivia took in a deep breath as Mark slowly entered her from the back. He started pumping deeper and deeper, making her moan like he’d never heard before. Her pussy was sloppy wet and begging for his attention and he was giving it to her. She was surprised that he was going in the way he was. He stopped fucking her then slipped his tongue in her pussy. “Oh shit,” Olivia said, feeling her knees buckle. Mark was really being a bad boy. He’d never put his mouth on her goods before, but now he was showing off. She took in a deep breath, feeling him slide his dick back inside her and as soon as it was getting really good, he turned her back over on her back.

“Nooooo,” she said.

“Yessss,” Mark said, and then he fucked her for about five more minutes in missionary style before cumin’.

Damn
, Olivia thought as she lay there feeling cheated, yet again.

Chapter Thirteen

“Zay,” Dillon called out. “Get yo ass up!”

Zay covered his head with a pillow. “Man, get outta my room. Didn’t I just see you yesterday? I’m tired.”

“Nigga your ass is a NFL agent. You don’t do shit all day but sit in your office and talk on the phone. Oh and play around on Twitter, Instagram, Facebook and shit.”

“It’s more to my job than that and I believe you know it.”

“Quit griping man. You should be in a good mood.” Dillon said, snatching the pillow off Zay’s head. “Get yo ass up.”

Zay rolled over on his back. “Damn man, I just showered and laid down good and here you go. You’ll fuck up a wet dream.” He grumbled. “Think I’ma need to get that key back from your ass.”

“You won’t be thinking about no key after I tell you what I got.”

Zay rubbed his eyes with an anxious look. “What the hell you got?”

“I got those VIP tickets for us.”

“What VIP Tickets?”

“You know what tickets.” Dillon grinned.

“Not those tickets,” Zay said in hopes that it was
those tickets
.

Dillon pulled the tickets out of his back pocket. “Yeah Buddy… THOSE TICKETS,” he slowly said fanning the tickets in the air with a wide smile on his face.

Zay smiled from ear to ear. “Damn man,” he said. “You for real?”

“Don’t these look real?” Dillon asked, putting a ticket in Zay’s face.

Zay started cheesing. “We finally lucked up and got some tickets. I need to find something to wear to this party. What’s the theme this year?”

Dillon looked at the ticket. “It says,
Mask Your Pleasures
. It seems to be a masquerade theme.”

“Masquerade theme, you say?” Zay asked, already thinking about what he’d wear.

“Bro, do you know how many women are gonna be there?”

“YESSSSS,” Zay said. “This is the muthafuckin party of the year.”

“Hell, it’s the only party of the year. This shit won’t go down again until next year.”

“And, you got us in there. How did you get the tickets, Bro?”

“So check this.” Dillon started. “I was having an early morning meeting with Romello about booking a few shows locally,” he said, speaking of his business partner. “He was sittin’ there talking to me about how he’d gotten these tickets for his birthday a few months ago, but realized that he wouldn’t be able to go due to something else coming up. He pulls out the tickets and hands them to me. You know I went wild when I saw Mask Your Pleasures. There is only one party that goes down once a year and it’s a no holds barred celebration of skin against skin. No telling what the hell we gonna see there.” He coolly grinned.

“You right about that. I bet it’s gonna be some freaky ass women in the place.”

“Yeah, even if they don’t wanna fuck nothing; they’re still there to see some kind of action.”

“You’re right,” Zay said, thinking that any woman there had to have a high sex drive or some kind of freak in them. And whatever the freak o’meter read, it had to definitely be at a high level.

“It’s gonna be held at a mansion with fifteen bedrooms, I heard. Romello went two years ago and said it was off the chain. It was private rooms where people could go fuck and open areas where people were just having orgies. This year is really going to be crazy being that you have to wear masks. You can’t enter without a mask and these tickets are only for the elite. Hell, the person that bought them for Romello, paid three hundred dollars a ticket.”

“Damn, I know he hate that he is going to miss this shit this year.” Zay then smiled. “But I sho’ thank him!”