Drunk In Love: An Original Love Story Page 6

  “Well,” she said, putting her hands on the sides of her hips.

  Zay didn’t speak as he stood up and walked to his bedroom. Patrice stood there half naked in her stilettos as she watched him disappear down the hallway. He didn’t say follow me or nothing. So, she was a bit confused.

  Zay entered his bedroom and sat down on the edge of his bed. True enough, Patrice was one sexy ass woman with the cutest face and smile, but she wasn’t anything out of the normal for him. He had women that were pretty as hell, ass fat as all outdoors, and sweet personalities of different types. It was nothing for a woman to throw themselves on him all the time. He fucked some and some he passed on. Patrice seemed to be no different. If she was trying to get him to notice her, she was going about it the wrong way.

  He contemplated telling her to leave, but thoughts crept in about Olivia and her husband. Patrice had painted a really nice picture of them and their marriage. She spoke about wanting a husband like Mark, because he was good to his wife and Olivia always got flowers and candy at the salon. He knew about the surprise lunch and dinner dates and how Mark was the perfect man. Patrice even mentioned that Olivia would never leave him and that’s the part of the conversation that stuck out the most.

  He’d been whipped and whipped good. Olivia’s pussy had him so tamed that he hadn’t thought about sticking his dick in another broad. It had been three months and he knew that he was only fucking her. However, in those three months, he knew that she had to be still fucking her husband. He knew what he’d signed up for, but he wasn’t going to be a fool for love like he was with his Angel.

  He got up off of the bed, having made his decision. He went inside his dresser drawer and grabbed a condom, and then headed back up front where Patrice was probably still standing, looking clueless as ever.

  “Hey,” he said with a quaint smile. “Sorry ‘bout that. I had to grab one of these.” He said, holding up the condom.

  Patrice smiled back. “I thought you’d left me hanging.” She said, and then pulled her panties down around her ankles as she stepped out of them. She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, allowing it to roll down her arms and off her wrists.

  Zay walked over closer to her and reached out his hands to massage her perky breast as she stood there naked. He then wrapped his tongue around her left nipple, but stopped suddenly as he looked her directly in the eyes.

  “I don’t want to be in a relationship.”

  “Okaaaay,” Patrice eagerly responded. All she wanted to do was fuck him so good that he’d change his mind.

  “No, I mean it. I don’t want any strings attached and I don’t want you mentioning this to anybody.”

  Patrice frowned a bit, but caught herself and straightened up. “Uh, who would I tell about this, anyway? Don’t nobody know you.”

  “Well, let’s keep it that way.” Zay said with a serious look on his face. “Let’s just enjoy the moment and I promise to make it well worth the visit. I just don’t want you saying anything, not to your friends, your cousins, or to the people you work with.”

  Patrice laughed. “You act like you’re hiding something.”

  “I’m not, but I’m a very private man. Now, if you want to change your mind then that’s fine with me. I’ll give you a few dollars for coming over and entertaining me.” He attempted to walk off, but Patrice grabbed him by the arm.

  “No, I’ll keep my mouth shut.” She said, just desperate to make a move on this wealthy man in hopes that he’d look her way if he ever decided to get a woman.

  She sat on the sofa and opened her legs. Zay loved a clean shaved woman as he smiled at the sight of her juicy peach. He walked over, dick in his hand and ready to use it. He put on the condom. Her back was pressed against the sofa and he grabbed her by the legs, sliding her to the edge of it. He palmed her ass, lifting it up in the air, and then plunged deep down inside her goods.

  “Oh shit,” she screamed out. Zay was working her out, but ten minutes in, the workout seemed to go left. Patrice’s pussy started getting dry. He hated when that happened. There was nothing good about a sexy woman with a banging body, plus good head, if her pussy was dry. Her legs were once open, inviting him inside the pussy. Now, they were stiff as a board. He tried to ram his dick in, but she was trying to scoot out of his grips.

  He spit on it in hopes of getting her back wet.

  “I’m nervous,” she said, thinking of excuses.

  You didn’t seem nervous a few minutes ago when you were throwing this thang on me, Zay immediately thought.

  Zay started back fucking her. After having to spit on her pussy about three more times, he stopped. His dick was going limp and he just wasn’t in it anymore. It was bad enough fucking dry pussy, but even worse with a condom on. Patrice just didn’t know. She had to really bring it if she was trying to turn on a man that had been with an ass of women.

  “Hold up,” she said, getting up. “I have some lube in my purse.”

  “Oh nah,” Zay quickly said. “It’s probably just me,” he lied. “I’m tired. I think you should just put on your clothes and go home. I’ll hit you up later.”

  Patrice felt bad, but she put her clothes on. “Will we hook up again? The next time will be much better.”

  “Sure,” Zay said. He didn’t waste any time walking her to the door so she could leave.

  Chapter Nine

  Olivia woke up with a smile on her face. It was Saturday morning and she hadn’t spoken to Zay since that prior Thursday on Felisha’s phone. She was ready to go see her boy toy; the nigga she had fallen stupidly in love with.

  Mark turned over in the bed beside her and kissed her on the lips. “I love you.”

  “You better,” she said with a half smile. Being with Mark wasn’t what people thought, but she’d put on the charade for years. Why stop now?

  He got on top of her without notice, and then stuck his dick inside her wet, uninviting pussy. Olivia still opened her legs wide in hopes that Mark would break her back and make her not want to go to Atlanta, but he didn’t. After a good five minutes of quick pumping and stopping to control himself; he was busting a nut.

  “Now, that was good.” He said with a smile on his face then he climbed off top of her and immediately got out of the bed.

  Olivia just watched him with a disappointed shake of the head.

  With a body like that, he should be ashamed of himself. She thought as he walked into the bathroom.

  “Today, I’m going to The Master’s.” He cheerfully called out. He loved golf. That was one of his favorite sports.

  “I know and I have to go to Atlanta and miss out on the fun.” Olivia said with a fake pout. She couldn’t wait to leave his boring ass behind so she could really get the shit fucked out of her.

  “I don’t mind canceling and going with you,” Mark said from the bathroom as he peeked his head around the door. “Felisha can find somebody to take her. I’ll just give her the tickets.”

  “Nonsense,” Olivia quickly responded. “The Master’s only come once a year. Go with my bestie and enjoy yourselves. Now hurry up, so I can get in there. I have a long day ahead of me.”

  “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 o
ffice 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.”