Drunk In Love: An Original Love Story (8 page)

“Well, if you’re trying to get in the shower then you may as well join me.”

Olivia frowned, because she wanted to play in her pussy so she could cum right quick. It didn’t look like that was going to happen, though. “Okaaaay,” she dragged, getting out of bed. “I’m coming.”

****

Olivia drove up I-20, heading to Atlanta. She had her car on cruise control and couldn’t wait to get there so she could spend time with her man. She missed him. She missed their talks and laughs. In just three months, Zay had definitely put a smile on her face that she hadn’t had in years. He was the first man that she’d stepped out with on her husband and even though she felt bad about it; she needed it.

She looked down at her phone as it rang and quickly answered it once seeing Felisha’s name on the caller ID.

“What’s up, Gal?” She asked in a southern twang.

“Nothing much,” Felisha responded. “I’m just getting ready to head out to The Master’s with your boring ass husband, so you say.”

“Aww, thanks bestie for doing this for me,” Olivia said, checking in her rearview mirror to make sure that the cop that had just cut across the median wasn’t coming for her.

“The things I do for you,” Felisha dryly added.

“Cheer up. You’re gonna have a very good time. Mark will feed you, buy you drinks, and keep you laughing. You’ll be fine. Plus, you may get to take Tiger Woods home.” She teased.

“Chy Boo,” Felisha said. “He don’t want no woman with curves. He likes’em skinny and white.” They laughed.

“You stupid,” Olivia commented. “Now don’t forget. Keep me updated on y’all’s whereabouts and what y’all will be doing. I’m going to relax for a few hours with my boo before going to meet the realtor.”

“Yeah, yeah, I hear you.” Felisha said. “Now, I gotta go. Your husband is outside blowing the horn.”

She smiled. “Cool, y’all have fun.”

“I’ll try,” Felisha said, and then ended their call.

****

An hour and a half later, Zay opened up his front door as Olivia stood there in a trench coat pulled together. The only thing that he could see on her was a black pair of Christian Louboutin heels and what seemed to be an overnight bag.

“Damn,” Zay said, looking her over. She was gorgeous, showing a pretty white smile planted across her face and her flowing weave pulled up in a hanging ponytail. “Does that mean that you miss me?” Olivia asked, as she winked her eye at him.

He pulled her inside the door and up close to him, wrapping his arms around her waist. He kissed her softly on the neck, taking in the enticing smell of her Dior J’Adore. They stared in each other’s eyes for a moment as he palmed her ass.

“Damn right, I missed you.” He said, intimately kissing her. Grabbing her by the hand, he pulled her inside his immaculate home and led her through the kitchen and down the long hallway. She could tell that he’d just left the gym, because his boxer shorts showing underneath his sagging gym shorts always turned her on and especially when he didn’t have on a shirt. She could see his muscles budging from his back as she continued to follow him to his lion’s den.

“Where are we going?” She asked with a girlie giggle.

“To the shower,” he said as they entered his bedroom.

Ding Dong…

The door bell rang.

Instantly, Zay frowned up, because he wasn’t expecting any company. “Who the hell could that be?”

Olivia shook her head with a perplexed look. “I don’t have a clue.”  

Ding Dong…

The door bell rang again.

They stared at each other for a quick moment then Olivia chimed in. “Go see who it is and I’ll stay in the back and out of sight.” She said, patting him lightly in the chest.

“Okay,” he hesitantly stated. He headed towards the front door, still unsure of who could be visiting. “Coming,” he called out. Once to the door, he peeked out the peep hole and saw a Fed Ex guy standing there with a box in his hand. Zay frowned again, but then opened the door.

 “What’s up, buddy? Who are you looking for?” He asked, knowing that he wasn’t expecting any packages.

 “Uh,” the Fed Ex guy said, and then looked back down at the box to remember the name again. “Xavier--”

Zay cut in. “Yeah, that’s me.”

“Well, this is for you. Can you sign right here for me?” The guy asked, handing out a small clipboard with the paper that needed signing.

Zay signed the paper and took the small to medium size box inside the house with him. The outside, cursive writing on the box read…

Open me Immediately
…

Zay cautiously opened the box up to find another small box with a word on it that read…

ROLEX

He smiled, seeing a note on the inside that read…

I really did miss you. O’    

He felt mushy inside, admiring the stainless steel Rolex Submariner that was inside the box. He was definitely about to head in the bedroom and spank the hell out of Olivia for being such a good girl.

His phone buzzed with an incoming text message and he pulled it out of his pocket as he headed back down the hallway with a smile on his face. He saw that the text message was from Patrice. He read it…

Well, damn nigga. I’ve been hitting you up since yesterday and you’ve not hit me back yet. What’s up with that? I just wanna talk and see where we stand. Miss Good P

Damn, this is the seventh message from her
. He thought as his phone buzzed again with another message. Zay shook his head as he read it.

You were asking a lot of suspicious questions about my boss the other night. I hope you weren’t trying to get with her since it’s so important for me to keep my mouth closed. That’s a lost cause if you are, so don’t even think about it. Miss Good P

Man, this girl is crazy
. He thought as he entered his bedroom to find Olivia standing there with her trench coat open and wearing nothing but a pink and black Dream Angel’s lace bustier. 

“Damn,” he said, checking her out.  

“You like your gift?”

 “Yes,” he said, standing there admiring her smooth, sexy body.

Olivia let the coat drop to the floor. “Well, let’s head to the shower so I can give you the rest of it.”

Zay smiled like a kid in a candy store as he made his way over to her. He kissed her around the neck, getting lost in the moment then was brought right back to reality as he thought about Patrice’s text message.

That’s a lost cause
, played over and over in his mind as he looked Olivia straight in her eyes.

“Do you love me?” He asked her.

“Yes,” she responded.

“I mean, do you really love me?” He pondered deeper.

“Yes, I do,” she said, thinking where was this coming from?

“When was the last time you fucked him?” he bluntly asked.

Olivia frowned. “Huh, who?” She said, so thrown off guard.

“Him… your husband,” Zay quickly responded. Olivia stood there quiet for a moment. He’d never asked her anything about her sex life with Mark unless she volunteered to tell him. “Don’t lie. Please, don’t lie to me.” He said as she stood there speechless for a moment.

She closed her eyes for a few seconds then opened them back up. The deep breath she let out showed her anxiety as she hesitantly responded.

“This morning.” She told the truth with sadness in her voice, because she knew how he was going to feel.

“This morning, huh?” He said just above a whisper. “And now you’re here about to let me finish digging in it or better yet, let me finish what he couldn’t.”

Olivia tried to lighten the load with a light chuckle as she wrapped her hands around Zay’s neck. “You know he can’t do it like you.” She said.

“If he can’t do it like me then why are you still doing it at all with him? You claim the nigga is boring, but from what I saw at the shop, he seems like a straight up, cool ass dude who loves and respects his wife. I mean, why are you fucking around with me?” He asked out of frustration.

 “Because I love fucking around with you,” she spoke with sarcasm, feeling cornered. “I’m drunk in love with you.”

Zay shook his head. “Are you sure about that or you just drunk in love with the dick?”

Olivia couldn’t believe that Zay was acting out like this. “What is wrong with you?” she asked.

“I’m the one fucking drunk in love with you, but you’re the one that’s married to this good guy that you’ll probably never leave no matter how I feel about you.”

Olivia shook her head. “How do you figure that he’s a good guy? I’ve only spoke about our sex life.”

“I was in your place of business, remember? I saw the two dozen roses sitting on your office desk. That is your office, right? The tag on the door read, Olivia Jordan.” 

“Well, uh--”

“I saw how he brought your purse back to the salon after you’d left it in his car. It also seemed that he’d taken you out to lunch, since you were bringing in a bag of food from Olive Garden.”

Olivia felt like she had to defend her character against her husband’s now, because Zay was certainly on the attack to hurt her.

“So, you came to the shop to spy on me and my husband’s relationship. Is that why you were there?” She asked, feeling some type of way now. “Apparently, you observed way too much and now you wanna use it against me and for what? I kept it real with you in saying that I was married. I told you that I was bored with him in the bedroom, but I never spoke of other details, because that wasn’t your business.”

“So is he good to you? Does he treat you like a woman’s supposed to be treated? Has he ever made you doubt him?” he asked, feeling like if this was the case then she was definitely only with him for the sex and all the times she’d said I love you, were lies.

“What you mean?”

Zay raised his voice, feeling a little irritated. “Just answer the question. Olivia.” She was a bit surprised, because she and he had never had an argument, let alone a disagreement.

“Yes, he is good to me. He does love me, and yes he spoils me with flowers, candy, bath water full of roses, and romantic dinners.” She admitted, thinking about how good her husband really was to her. She started to cry. “But, that doesn’t mean that I don’t love you.”

“No, but it certainly means that I’ll never completely be able to have you or your heart.” He shook his head, feeling stupid for letting himself get to this point, yet again. “My heart is in way too deep to just keep sinking deeper and deeper in this pit, knowing that you’ll never be mine.”

“So, what are you trying to do? Better yet, what are you telling me?” Olivia asked, wiping the endless tears that fell down her face.

 “I’m saying that we need to chill. I’ve traveled down this road before and it’s not a good feeling when it comes to a dead end.”

“Baby, please don’t do this.” Olivia begged. Zay handed her the gift back that she’d gotten him and turned to walk in the bathroom. He couldn’t look in her beautiful face any more. Her tears were much too hard to witness. “Babe,” she called out. By the time she’d made it to the bathroom door, he’d lock it behind him. She knocked lightly on it once then realized that he wasn’t playing. She hesitantly grabbed her things while placing the gift on his bed and before she left she spoke to him from the other side of the bathroom door…

“For the record, I do love you.”

Chapter Ten

Olivia canceled her meeting with the realtor and headed straight back home. The two hour ride down I-20 was sickening. She didn’t know what made Zay feel that way, but whatever it was had her fucked up, too. She wanted to call Felisha for some friendly advice, but Felisha was already out with Mark doing her a favor. Getting home and soaking in a Jacuzzi full of hot water and a full bottle of red wine close by was exactly what she felt like she needed.

She wanted to drown her sorrows and linger in the pain of Zay leaving her. It was a part of her that felt like the pain still being there meant that he was still close by. She didn’t want to lose him and it hurt like hell that he’d just called it quits, straight like that.

She looked down at her phone, noticing that it was her mom calling. She and her mom had one of those love, hate relationships. She almost hated to answer.

“Hi mom,” she answered. “Or is this Dr. Jackson, today?”

“Stop with the Dr. Jackson jokes,” she said, knowing that was Olivia’s way of teasing her. “And, hi to you too, O’; what are you doing?” She calmly asked as if she was the sweetest, most loving woman in the world.

“I’m heading from Atlanta.” She stated.

“What was your reason for going there? What have you been up, too? Why haven’t I been hearing from you as much, lately?”

“I went to Atlanta to talk with our realtor about the building space for our new salon. I’ve been up to the same ol’ same ol’, just a different day. Aaaaaand,” she dragged. “You would hear from me more if you called to speak to me as my mom and not as my Financial Advisor or shall I say my Psychiatrist.”

“I only try to look out for your best interest.”

“So you always say.” Olivia mumbled.

“Well, I’d heard from your sister that you and Mark were planning on opening a salon in Atlanta.”Olivia turned up her lip. “Funny, I told her not to mention that.” She said with sarcasm, feeling like her sister would throw her under the bus quick, just so their mom would stay out of her business.

“Well, you should’ve told me,” she said.

“Why, so you could’ve told me what a bad idea that would be?” Olivia asked, because her mom always wanted to be in on everything she and her sister had going on, whether it was dealing with business, their social life, or their men; she didn’t discriminate.  

Mrs. Jackson kept going as if to ignore her daughter. “Well, if you ask me--”

“I didn’t,” Olivia cut in. I never do, she silently thought with an irritated shake of the head.

“Well, if you ask me,” Mrs. Jackson carried on. “I do think that it’s a bad idea. About as bad of an idea as it was for you and Mark to invest in helping Felisha start her own business,” she said.

“Mom, don’t start this. I’m really not in the mood.”