Drunk In Love: An Original Love Story (6 page)

“I know,” she said, feeling a little at ease now. She wrapped her arms around his waist in hopes of clearing any tension that had been stirred up. “Baby,” she said, feeling down in the small of his back.

Once he realized that she had touched his glock, he decided to just straight up ask her. That eerie gut feeling was eating at him.

“Are you cheating on me?” Olivia’s eyes stretched as she hugged him. Her lips were partly open from the shock of him asking such a question. “And don’t lie.” He added.

Chapter Seven

A week had passed as Olivia shopped in Dillard’s with her best friend, Felisha. Felisha had to shop in the plus sizes, because nothing in a slim or regular size could hold the ass she carried around. Her clothes weren’t cheap and she dressed nice as hell, always keeping up with the styles. She was very confident and would always say that she was blessed to be beautifully thick. She had thick, solid thighs, a lil pooch stomach, and big perky breast. She looked like a modern day Jordon Sparks before the weight loss.

“O’, Felisha called out for the third time.

Olivia snapped out of her thoughts. “Uh, yeah,” she answered with a light shake of the head.

“What are you so lost in thought about? I’m tryna ask you if you like this shirt and your ass ain’t paying me no attention.”

Olivia looked at the shirt that Felisha was holding up. “Yeah, that shirt is cute.”

“Okay,” she said, looking back at the shirt for her own second opinion. “I think I’m going to get it.” She said, and then noticed that Olivia was zoned out again. “O’, what’s the deal with you today?”

“I still can’t get over Mark questioning me about cheating on him.” She said, never seeing that side of him. She didn’t know how he’d even come to that conclusion, because she always told him where she was at, even if she wasn’t really where she’d say she was at.

“I don’t know, either. I can’t get over you saying that he had a gun.” Felisha said, still browsing through the rack of clothes.

“He did and I think that he meant for me to know that he had one.”

“Wow, that’s crazy. Mark is the nice guy. It just doesn’t seem like he’d try you like that.”

“Well, he did.” Olivia sarcastically said. “I haven’t even seen or spoke with Zay all week. You know I gotta be fucked up. After that shit happened, I called him from off the house phone and told him to not hit me up on my cell phone period. I told him that I was under siege.” Felisha laughed at her silly friend. “Girl, I’m so serious. I even asked the nigga if he’d get his number changed, because I knew that Mark had it.”

Felisha frowned as she looked over at Olivia. “And what did he say about changing his number?”

“He told me to chill out and calm down.”

“So, he wasn’t going to do that, huh?” Felisha joked with a grin.

“Nah,” Olivia laughed. “But, he said that he doesn’t answer calls that aren’t programmed, anyway.”

“Well, you should feel better then.”

“But, I don’t. I can’t feel better with feelings that my husband could be on to me. Girl, I’ve been super good this week. I’ve even fucked him in that boring ass missionary style for five minutes, three times this week; just to keep his thoughts from wandering.”

“You gotta do what you gotta do,” Felisha said, shaking her head. “Mark is just too sexy to be that bad in bed.”

“Tell me about it,” Olivia said as they laughed. Drunk In Love began to play on the surround system in the store, causing Olivia to smile.

“Don’t start that shit,” Felisha blatantly said, knowing all about that being her and Zay’s favorite song.

“I miss that man,” she said. “And I know that he’s feeling some type of way. I’ve not gone this long without seeing him since we started creeping.”

“I don’t know whether to say that’s good or bad,” Felisha said with a half smirk on her face. 

“I gotta see him soon. Thank God for having to meet our realtor in Atlanta on Saturday, because I’m gonna make it my business to go see my boo.”

“Your boo?” Felisha questioned. “I know y’all are crazy about that damn song, but do you truly think that you are drunk in love or just drunk over the sex?”

“I can’t lie, the sex got me gone.” She confessed with a shy smile.

“Shit, maybe you needed this break from him. I know you don’t want to lose your marriage over this nigga.”

“Sometimes, I don’t care.” Olivia said. “Mark doesn’t do anything. He’s honestly boring as hell in the bedroom. The only reason why I’m still there is because he’s about his business, he treats me with the upmost respect and he’s very easy on the eye. Other than that, I’d haul ass to go be with Zay.”

“Mark can’t possibly be that bad. You’ve been singing this sad song for a couple of years now.”

“I know, but that’s because it’s the truth.”

“Girl, that man is good to you and that’s more than what I can say for some of these men.” She said.

“You’re right,” Olivia agreed. “He’s just lacking the thrill in bed and I guess that’s just the person he is. He did, however, have a drink with me the other night, though. As a matter of fact, it was the same night that he cooked the steak for me then fronted me about cheating.”

“Oh, so he drinks now?” Felisha asked, turning her lips down with a sad face expression as if that was quite shocking since Mark wasn’t known to drink or smoke.

“Yeah, surprised me, too,” Olivia said, following Felisha to the counter to pay for her things. Olivia looked down at her ringing cell phone. “Speak of the devil,” she said, causing Felisha to laugh.

“That must be him?” she asked.

“Yep,” Olivia responded, holding up one finger as she answered her cell phone. “What’s up, baby?”

“Hey babe,” he spoke. “What you doing?”

“Out shopping with Felisha,” she responded.

“Oh okay,” he paused. “I was just calling to tell you that I’m not gonna go to The Master’s on Saturday. I’ll rather ride with you to Atlanta to see the building.”

Olivia took in a deep breath.
What is he doing?
She quickly thought.

“Babe, you don’t have to miss out on seeing your favorite golf players just to ride with me.” She said as Felisha looked back at her, and then shook her head. “Plus, Felisha wanted to go and I told her that you had an extra ticket that no one has claimed yet.” She tapped Felisha on the shoulder. “Ain’t that right, Felisha?”

Felisha rolled her eyes up in her head. “Mark, I’d love to go to The Master’s with you. Plus, I wanna see if Tiger Woods would come back home with me.” She teased, causing Mark to laugh in the phone.

“See,” Olivia said with a playful laugh that Felisha would come through for her at the drop of a dime.

Mark paused for a moment, but the truth was that he was quite used to Felisha being around. Hell, she was around before he came around. Plus, this gave him a chance to still see his favorite golf players in person. “Okay, well tell her that she’ll be my date.” He said.

“Sure will,” Olivia responded, feeling once again relieved that she’d pulled off being able to make a trip to Atlanta alone. She and Mark spoke for a few more minutes as they’d made their way out to Felisha’s Range Rover. They got inside as Felisha started the engine. “Well babe,” Olivia said, feeling anxious to hang up the phone. “We’ll talk when I make it home.”

“Okay and y’all be careful,” Mark said, and then the call ended.

Olivia looked over at Felisha as she pulled out into the busy Wheeler Road traffic. “Can you believe that he actually wanted to cancel seeing golf to ride with me?”

“Nah, that’s crazy. Mark has never acted this paranoid.”

“That’s the thing. He doesn’t act paranoid, he’s just acting like he wants to be more aware of what I’m doing.”

“Girl, please,” Felisha said. “Maybe you need to just chill out for real for a while. Give him time to put those crazy thoughts to rest.”

“I don’t even know where he could’ve gotten them from.” Olivia said, still feeling puzzled by that. “Le’me use your phone.” She said, reaching in Felisha’s purse and pulling out her iPhone. She quickly called Zay. “Damn, I hate having to use your phone to do my dirty work.”

“No you don’t.” Felisha teased. “I know you hate that I’m just making it back in town.” She said, having been gone for the past three days to visit her sister in Savannah that had just had a baby.

“You know me very well,” Olivia said as Zay’s phone rang and rang, and then when she was about to hang up, he answered.

“I thought you don’t answer calls that aren’t programmed?” she quickly asked.

He smiled at just hearing her voice. “I don’t.” He said. “But, I had a feeling that it was you.”

She blushed. “We have a connection like that, huh?” She asked with a smile on her face.

“Must do,” he said.

“There are no other strange numbers calling your phone, right?”

“Nope, not one that I hadn’t had saved in my contacts.” He responded.

“Okay, good.” She said, letting out a sigh of relief.

“Am I going to see you Saturday?” Zay asked.

“Yep, that’s why I’m calling. I miss you.”  

“I miss you too,” he responded. “I’ve felt lost without hearing your voice.”

“Don’t feel bad, baby. I’ve felt the same way.” She said. “I’ll still visit, but I can’t stay for long because I do have to go meet with my realtor.”

“You gotta show him some kind of proof now don’t you?” Zay sadly responded.

“I do,” Olivia said, just trying to keep it real. “I’m not gonna lie to you. I love my husband, but I also love you. It’s just different, though. You gotta be me to know what I’m feeling.”

Zay sat quiet for a moment. He didn’t want his feelings to get caught up, but somehow they had. He loved everything about Olivia; even her honesty. “Well, I understand.” He said, not wanting to linger on the phone, knowing how badly he wanted her, but couldn’t have her. “I’m gonna go now.”

Olivia raised a concerned eyebrow. He always waited for her to end the call first. “Well, uh… Okay,” she hesitantly responded and before she knew it, he’d ended their call.  

Chapter Eight

Zay sat on the edge of his King size water bed inside his expensive high rise condominium, hating the fact that he’d let himself fall for Olivia. She was indeed everything that he wanted in a woman. She was sexy, vibrant, smart, and sassy. He loved everything about her, but just in the past few days he’d noticed something different. She said that she loved him, but the minute she felt threatened by her husband it seemed her feelings had changed.  

She acted like she didn’t wanna be with him no more. His thoughts ran a thousand miles per hour.

Maybe it was a good thing that he’d gone to Augusta unannounced. The only way he’d know how she would react was if he tried her; and he’d certainly tried her.   

He stepped inside his closet, contemplating if he wanted to go out for the night. He needed to do something that would distract his thoughts off of Olivia. She had him sprung with her good ass pussy and he didn’t know how to come out of that hold she had on him. He had a few women he could toss a coin for, but they didn’t thrill him like Olivia did. He started rumbling through his clothes, neatly hanging up in his big walk-in closet.

“I gotta do something tonight.” He said, picking out a Barocco Chain, plain t-shirt with a pair of Barocco Jacquard Jeans by Versace. “They’ll like this,” he said, speaking of the women that liked riding his swag. He then leaned down and grabbed a black pair of high top Barocco sneakers.

As he stepped out of his closet, getting ready to go take a shower, his phone rang. He looked at the caller ID. “This could be a decent distraction.” He said then answered the call.

“Hello.”

“Hello, may I speak with Zay.” The soft spoken voice said.

“This is Zay,” he responded.

“I’d been waiting for you to call me, but since you hadn’t I figured I’d call you. I bet you don’t even know who this is, even though I’ve messaged you twice with no response back from you.”

Zay smiled, knowing that he’d saved her number. However, she probably didn’t think he did. “I know who this is.” He said, causing her to blush. “This is Patrice.”

“Non other,” she said with a light chuckle. “I’m surprised that you knew.”

“I can’t forget that lil sexy voice and cute laugh.” He told her. “So, what’s up?”

Patrice hesitated, but then started. “Well, I was in Buckhead with a couple of friends and thought that if you weren’t doing anything that maybe we could hook up.” She said, biting her fingernails like she was nervous about what he’d say.

“Well, I was just getting some clothes out to wear so I could get out later tonight.”“Maybe, I can meet you somewhere.” She quickly added, then wishing she would’ve just hushed, not wanting to sound desperate.

Zay sat quiet for a moment with the phone up to his ear. He needed this distraction. It could’ve been good for him, but then again what good was it to have company if he wasn’t good company. He sighed, and then took in a deep breath.

“Fuck it,” he said. “Why don’t you just come over to my crib? I really don’t feel like getting out, anyway.” Patrice smiled from ear to ear. “I’d love too.” She said. “Just text me your address and I’ll be on the way.”

****

Thirty-minutes later, Zay was putting on something comfortable to lounge around the house in. He was undecided about letting Patrice come over. She worked with Olivia and that could be playing things to close, but as long as she didn’t run her mouth then he figured he should be good.

Once he was comfortable, he sat down on the sofa and turned on the big screen TV with the Universal remote control. He was relaxed in a pair of cotton pajama pants and a white Hanes t-shirt. He had on a pair of white socks and an expensive Gucci watch.

He picked up the phone.

“Maybe, I should text her and tell her that it’s not a good time.” He started the text message then paused for a moment. “That’s rude, I’ll just call her.” He dialed her number just as the doorbell rang. He rushed over to the door thinking that it could’ve been the Chinese takeout that he’d ordered, but when he opened it, Patrice was standing there.