Drunk In Love: An Original Love Story (13 page)

“No, but we both know that mom is crazy, but she ironically has decent logics,” Zoe admitted. “She did stay on our asses in hopes of us attending college first while only looking to the men who didn’t pressure us of wanting nothing more than a friendship, and then she was sure that things would grow and take form from there.”

“Build on your foundation is what she’d say,” Olivia cut in. “I think we both made the same mistake with our first loves. I mean, Sylvester swept me off of my feet in high school. He was the sexiest nigga I’d ever laid eyes on. He was very popular and the most skilled quarterback on the football team in high school and college.”

Zoe nodded then chimed in. “And you were the pretty girl, the homecoming queen and the head cheerleader that all the boys wanted. You and Sly were destined to be together back then. He did love you. I always felt like he was infatuated with not only your looks, but your morals. That’s why he stayed so long. He wanted to be the first one to get what all the guys couldn’t and he was in the perfect position to be able to get it.”

“Yeah, and it did me no good to try to give it to him, either. I struggled with that night, but because we were getting married in two days, I was like what the hell. It seemed the closer we got to our wedding the more he’d be in my ear about just wanting to feel my insides and see what it’d be like before the wedding and I gave in like a dummy.”

“Almost gave in, because technically he didn’t pop that cherry.” Zoe teased, but was very serious.

“If he wasn’t so big, it would’ve worked.” Olivia said kind of feeling embarrassed at the moment that she couldn’t satisfy the one man that she wanted more than anything in the world back then. I probably would’ve been married to him right now still.”

“That’s not necessarily true now, because I did wait with Chico and we’re not together now. The truth with that though, is that we married too young. Neither one of us was ready for that. Hell, if you ask me, we both just wanted to fuck. He still, hands down, has the best dick I’ve ever had.”

“You’ve only had five.” Olivia joked.

Zoe popped her lips and playfully rolled her eyes. “And you’re the one to talk with only two under your belt.”

“Almost three,” Olivia quickly corrected.

“Yeah almost,” Zoe said with a chuckle. “But seriously, I was the cause of me and Chico going our separate ways. I’d become mom,” she admitted. “I became this neat freak, making my husband come out his shoes when he’d walk in the door. It makes me cringe when I think back at how controlling I’d become.” She said with a disappointing shake of the head as she continued.

“It was like I’d become jealous of his career and shit. I mean, the man is a producer. He makes really good money, working with different artists.”

“A lot of them being women, too,” Olivia added. “Yep, and I had a problem with that. My husband looks good and women these days are thirstier than nigga’s if you ask me.”

“True,” Olivia said.

“I started hounding him. Showing up to his place of business and shit like I was crazy,” Zoe said. “I was doing the most and all he was doing was providing us with a secure, stable living. I’d hear people say that he wouldn’t cheat on me, because I was so pretty and smart, but let’s just keep it real. I don’t care how pretty and fine you are, if your nigga wanna layup with another bitch then trust and believe that he will.”

“You ain’t never lied.” Olivia chimed in with a light chuckle. “We shouldn’t have been so hot in the ass. That would’ve saved us from the earlier heartbreaks.”

Zoe shook her head. “I think we both went against the grain back then when we should’ve just taken Dr. Jackson’s advice.”

“Yeah, because she begged us both to wait and love would find us.”

“She kills me with the philosopher shit, though.” Zoe cut in then looked at the Chinese lady doing her toe nails. “Aye, take it easy on that toe. You just nicked me.”

The Chinese lady quickly apologized. “I’m sorry,” she said.    

She looked back over at her sister, shaking her head like she wanted to slap the Chinese lady. “Anyway, I think that if mom had let us make our own decisions and not pressure us into so many things then we would be fine. I gotta admit it though. Good sex stretched both of my relationships or it they would’ve been over.”

Olivia laughed. “I think I know exactly how you feel on that one. Good sex will not only lengthen a bad relationship, but it can also hook your ass into believing it’s something good when it’s not,” she said, now thinking about Zay’s good dick ass. “If only I was getting good dick at home. I would be fine.”

“Is things still dull on the home front?” Zoe asked.

“Girl, I thought Mark was about to give it to me yesterday morning, but it turned right on back into the same old, tired thang. I can hardly deal with that anymore. The thrill has been long gone. I love him, but I’m not in love with him and quite frankly I don’t know if I still wanna be there.” 

“Damn, and Mark is one of the good ones.”

“Well, technically he’s not that good,” Olivia joked as they laughed. “Now Zay on the other hand, is off the chain with it. However, he no longer wants to be with me either, because of Mark. Ain’t that something how the man I’m drunk in love with is throwing me an ultimatum, but there’s nothing I can do about it at the moment.”

Zoe disappointedly shook her head. “Damn,” she whispered. “That shit is crazy. Well, look… We are not about to get sidetracked. Tomorrow is my birthday and I just want to spend it with my sister and enjoy the night. Is Felisha gonna make it? I got her covered if she wants to go.”

“Nah, I asked her this morning when I took lil Romeo to the dentist for her.”

“Oh, she doesn’t want to party? She never misses out on a good party.”

“Well, she’s missing out on this one. She’s going through some things right now. I don’t know what the hell it could be. Maybe she’s feeling some type of way about not being settled down by now.”

“What happened to the baby daddy?” Zoe curiously asked.

“He still never comes around. It pisses me off, because he doesn’t know what he’s missing out on. That lil boy is so smart and cute. I guess I take that a lil personal, because I’m his God mom and or auntie as he calls me, but I take on the role as his father. Hell, me and Mark are always babysitting or looking out for her when it comes to him.”

“I know.” Zoe said, thinking that Olivia had been there since day one when lil Romeo was born. “He’s just the cutest thing. I feel like his auntie too, because that’s how much you had him as a baby and even now.”

“I know and Felisha knows that I love her. Mark talked me into investing some of our money in her nail salon to help her get established so she could take care of her son without a man. I was glad he had that talk with me, because she ain’t about to get no man, no time soon.” She bluntly stated. “I just don’t see it.”

“But, she wants a man.” Zoe cut in.

“And I can believe it. I feel that has been definitely bothering her, lately. Unlike us, she has a kid and by a man that obviously wants no dealings with her or her son. That’s gotta be tough. Plus, I’m married, an independent business woman, with no kids. Maybe, she’s starting to feel a little jealous.”

“You know, we women tend to be some very emotional beings and it can take us a long time to get over a man that we were once in love with. Heartache is one of the worse feelings in the world. It doesn’t just digest right away. The only way we can sometimes get past that is if someone else comes along and eases that pain. Otherwise, it stays with us. Anyways,” she said, having to clear her thoughts off of Chico, the only man she’d ever loved. “Tonight we’re gonna enjoy my birthday barbeque since Mom already knows that we won’t be making it back by Sunday after partying all night on Saturday.” 

“I can’t wait. I think I need this, too. More than you know. Maybe it’ll clear up some of these crazy thoughts I’m having about ending my marriage.”

“Well, we don’t wanna think about that right now.” She said then changed the subject to something more interesting. “I already bought you something to wear to the party.”

“What you mean, bought me something?” Olivia asked with a frown. “Is there a dress code or something?”

“Yep, it sure is and I have the perfect thing for you to wear. Just trust me on this, you’re gonna love it.” Olivia shook her head, because no telling what Zoe had on the agenda for her. 

“What kind of party is this we’re going to?” she curiously asked.

“Not telling until you get there. You think you’re thinking about Zay now. Wait until after this party. No telling what or who you’ll be thinking about then. And, you could be right. It might just clear some things up for you concerning your marriage.”

Can’t say if that will be good or bad, but hell… You never know
. Zoe quickly thought then continued.

“I think it’s time we both let out hair down. This party is only for the grown and sexy and I do believe that we’re grown and sexy.” She smiled, causing Olivia to smile back. “And it’s only for the elite. I bet nobody there will have a bank account that’s under two-hundred thousand.”

“You will,” Olivia teased with a light chuckle.

“Technically, just short of it. But, as long as our wealthy parents are on top then so am I.”  “I know that’s right. Now, pleeeeeaaaase tell me more about this party.” She begged with a playful pout.

“No ma’am. You shall see in due time.” Zoe said with a devious smile on her face.

Chapter Fifteen

Zay and Dillon stood in the elevator, waiting for it to hit the first floor. Both were very anxious and excited about going to this elite masquerade party.

“Man, you got some condoms?” Dillon quickly asked with a cheesy smile on his face.

“I didn’t bring any, because I’m not sure if I’m fucking. I might stick my finger in a woman’s pussy if she let me, but I don’t know about my dick. I’m just going to see what these party’s are all about. Every man should attend one of these at least once in their lifetime.”

“Well, I can agree,” Dillon said. “But, you know me, Bro. I’m going to fuck something.” He said looking up at the floor display and seeing the elevator drop down from 9…8…7… “I’m sticking my finger in some pussy and some ass. My tongue is going in some lucky woman’s mouth and my dick is gettn’ sucked and fucked tonight. I’ve already popped an ecstasy pill and all, Bro. I’m telling you, I am about that life.”

“I see,” Zay said with a light chuckle, thinking that he was always the promiscuous one that loved fucking woman, but Dillon might’ve had him beat. 3…2…1… The elevator eased to a complete stop as the doors opened.

“Touchdown,” Dillon said, stepping off of the elevator like he and his brother were celebrities.

Zay glanced over at him. “Maybe I’m a little underdressed.” He said, peeking at Dillon’s fresh, Digital Barocco print shirt, a black pair of Leather Embellished jeans both by Versace. His footwear consisted of a pair of black, high top Barocco sneakers as he stepped with swag pushing his Cartier brown lens sunglasses up on his face.

“I thought you said that we couldn’t wear sneakers.” Zay said as they headed out of the lobby doors. “These aren’t just any sneakers. These are Versace’s that cost fourteen hundred dollars. They better recognize.” Dillon coolly said, walking in front of his brother, and then easing his shades down as he winked at a cute chick that was passing by. “Plus, you ain’t looking too Shabby now, Bro.”   

Zay looked down at his attire. He was indeed fresh to death in his Gucci gear from head to toe. “Yeah, well I guess you’re right.” He said, feeling pretty good. He’d even picked out the perfect mask to match it.  

“You driving?” Dillon asked Zay as they got closer to his car. “We can go in the Bentley. That should definitely turn heads.”

“Nah,” Zay said, passing his Bentley. “We’ll go in the Camaro tonight.” He said, admiring the sleek, jet black whip that had also turned plenty of heads his way. If nothing else, he always knew that an expensive new car was a woman magnet off top.   

“Sounds good to me,” he said as Zay hit the unlock button for them to get inside the car.

On the drive over to the party, the brothers talked. “Damn, Bro I’m feeling giddy as fuck. This party is a no holds barred, an anything goes type of showdown.”

“I know, man. I’ve been geeked since I saw the tickets.” Zay responded.

“I heard it’s going to be a freak fest of games being played and plenty of free alcohol to get you right. Ain’t nothing more exciting than that, except a bunch of horny women walking around ready for whatever.”

“Come on, Bro. Every woman that’ll be there don’t wanna fuck. You just have some people that are curious. They might wanna see other people fuck, but not join them. They may just wanna get a high off of the shit, and then go home and fuck, but I’m sure everybody ain’t there to fuck. I know I ain’t.” Zay said as Dillon cut his eyes over at him. “I ain’t just gonna stick my dick inside the first broad who comes my way. One thing I’m used to is pussy. I gotta be feeling this chick in some kind of way or my dick won’t even get hard.”

Dillon frowned. “Damn man, you ain’t supposed to be feeling nobody like that. You’re supposed to be fucking something, not sizing up ass and how a bitch looks. Fuck that! They gonna have on masks anyway. Pussy don’t have a face.”

“Nah, fuck what you’re talking about,” Zay said. “I don’t get turned on like that. She gotta have some spunk about her, some business, a bit of sassy mixed with a little bit of sexy in her swag to make a nigga wanna fuck something.”

“If you say so, but you know me… This shit is right up my alley. I don’t get feelings, I don’t know what emotions are and I damn sho’ ain’t crazy about attachments. All I wanna do is strap up, fuck and move on; nothing more, nothing less.” Dillon explained, feeling pretty good from the ecstasy pill he’d popped and the three shots of Patron he drowned it with.

“That’s why you’re buying new tires every other week, dumb ass. You gon’ fuck around and start losing respect from these women.” Zay said.

“Does it look like I care about all that?” Dillon questioned. “I love being single and it ain’t like I lie to them. I let all women know what time it is upfront.”