Drunk in Love 2: An Original Love Story (7 page)

Olivia sat quiet for a moment before responding. “I don’t even know why I called now.” She said, thinking about him being with Patrice. 

“Whoa,” Zay stopped her as he sat up to address her. “Don’t do that. You didn’t even let me explain what happened.”

Olivia slightly rolled her eyes in the top of her head. “It doesn’t seem like it’s much to explain. From the last text message I received from you, you said that you did sleep with her.”

“Baby, I’ve never lied to you and I’m not about to start now.”

“So, explain the truth.” She said, patiently waiting.

“Shawty,” he started, but was quickly cut off by Olivia.

“Patrice,” she corrected him.

Zay took in a deep breath. She wasn’t going to make this easy for him, but he had to explain how it all went down. “Patrice came running out of your hair salon that day, right before I was leaving and I gave her my number. Honestly, not intentionally like that, but to back her talking ass up so she’d leave.”

“Hm-mm,” Olivia murmured, still waiting for more.

“Well, it all started during the time that you wanted us to chill out because your husband was questioning you about cheating.”

“And, so that gave you an excuse to sleep with her?”

“Not at all,” he honestly stated. “She called me one night and she said that she was already close by visiting some family or something. She asked to come over and I did hesitate at first, because she worked for you—”

“But,” Olivia cut in.

“But, instead I let her come over. I shouldn’t have, but I did. Nothing even happened at first,” he tried explaining. “We ate Chinese food and drank some wine. We both fell asleep, and when I woke up, my dick was in her mouth.”

Olivia nearly spit the water out of her mouth that she was trying to swallow as she sat the water bottle down on the night stand. “What now?”

“You heard me,” he said. “The girl was desperate. That was an immediate turn off.”

“But enough turned you on that you decided to fuck her.” Olivia shot at him.

“I ain’t gonna lie. I thought about it, but then I thought about you being in your little happy, cozy marriage and I said fuck it. Why can’t I fuck, too? Hell, I’m the single one here.” He’d flipped the script just that fast and it definitely shut Olivia up as she listened. “I put on a condom and I fucked her. I ain’t gonna even lie, but if you want the truth; her pussy was wack.”

Olivia laughed out loud before she knew it. “Wack, what you mean wack?” She curiously asked with a slight smile on her face that he didn’t enjoy it.

“Meaning that it wasn’t good and I couldn’t even fuck her like I wanted to.” He admitted. “Some women act like they can handle the dick, but when they get it they don’t know what to do with it.”

“I do,” Olivia slid in, knowing all about riding the fuck out of Zay’s curve.

“You damn sho’ do,” he shot back with a smile. “Damn, I miss you.”

“I miss you, too.” She responded.

“Well, come see me. Just le’me hug you.”

Olivia smiled, because a hug was certainly what she needed right about now. “I’m not even in the states.” She informed him.

Zay frowned. “Well, where are you? I’ll come to you.” He said, feeling anxious.

“I’m in Jamaica.” She said.

“Jamaica?” What the hell are you doing in Jamaica? Are you alone?”

“Yeah, I’m alone.” She informed him.

“You’re in Jamaica alone?” he pondered. “Are you on business?”

“Nope,” she said.

Zay sat quiet for a moment. Nothing was adding up. “Something happened at home?”

“Yep,” she discreetly responded.

Her response immediately prompted him to find out where she was located. “What part of Jamaica are you in?”

“Montego Bay,” she answered.

“I’m taking the next flight out if I can.” He said, feeling the need to get to her. Hearing her voice made him feel so much better, but something wasn’t right about her. From what he could predict, Mark had fucked up and he was definitely going to Montego Bay to remind her that her heart belonged with him.

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Zay walked back down the hallway where Dillon was sitting at the piano playing a little tune that he’d made up. It actually sounded pretty good. He looked back to see his brother standing there with a Kool-Aid smile on his face.

Dillon smiled. “You’re back?”

“Hell yeah,” Zay excitedly responded. “I’m leaving the country for a few days.”

“What?” Dillon questioned with an immediate frown on his face. 

“Olivia is in Montego Bay and I’m going there to see her.”

“Well, what the hell is she doing there?” Nosey asked.

“Something has happened back at home. I don’t know, but the husband is fucking up. I’m going to mend whatever the hell he’s broken.”

“I thought he was the perfect husband.”

“Apparently, nobody is perfect; not even him.” Zay answered. “Now, book me the first flight out to Montego Bay. I got some packing to do.” He quickly sprinted down the hallway, filled with excitement.

“I ain’t your damn secretary or your do boy, nigga!” Dillon shouted down the hallway, but got up to make the reservations anyway. It made him feel good inside to see his brother back smiling.

Chapter 6

Zay had flown over 1300 miles to see his Boo. It was the afternoon of the next day and about ten minutes prior, the dragon boat had just transported him across the water over to the Sandals Royal Caribbean and Private Islands resort. He now stood outside of Olivia’s Presidential suite with nothing but a black leather Michael Kors carryon bag. He was excited about seeing her.

Olivia heard the light knock and quickly jumped up off of the bed as she lay there anticipating the moment when she’d see her man. She walked across the hard wood floors like she was gliding over to the door. Once to the door, she looked out of the peek hole and smiled from ear to ear. She couldn’t believe he’d actually made the trip to come see her. She felt giddy inside and hated that she’d called it quits with him in the first place. Finally, she opened the door so it didn’t seem like she was that hard up to see him.

Zay’s eyes brightly widened the minute the door was open as they stared at each other. It seemed like eternity as they stood face to face, missing one another like crazy. Zay admired the sexy look she exposed as she stood there in nothing but a black and red silk robe that was open, showing off her red silk nightwear underneath it. He couldn’t take it anymore as he swiftly swooped in, instantly dropping his carryon bag and picking Olivia up. They kissed passionately, with her legs wrapped around his waist as he palmed her ass with both hands.

“Damn, I’ve missed you.” Zay said between passionate kisses.

“I’ve missed you, too.” Olivia responded, taking in deep breaths as Zay planted the sincerest of kisses around her neck. Olivia was definitely in love with this man as her body tingled from just the touch of his all over her body.

Zay pushed the door shut with the back of his foot and gradually made his way across the room, heading toward the bedroom. Still palming Olivia’s ass and kissing her, Zay started to whisper in her ear as they made it to the bedroom.

“I want you,” he whispered. “I need you.”

“Take me,” Olivia whispered. She needed him just as much as he needed her. Her robe slipped off of her as it gently fell to the hard wood floor.

Zay did just that as he gently laid her back on the bed, continually kissing her. Making his way down to her breast, he sucked through the sheer lingerie causing her nipples to salute every hot, succulent kiss he gave them. Olivia softly moaned, feeling like she was in heaven as his warm, wet smooches drove her crazy. Her body shuddered as he slid his hands up her silk fitted gown and pulled it over her head. He smiled at the sight of her mocha chocolate, smooth skin glow as she lay there naked with an inviting spread of her legs.

He stared with a slight smile on his face.
Damn, I have really missed this.
He quickly thought before taking a plunge. First starting with her thighs, he passionately licked in circles causing her to squirm inside. His wet tongue then made its way to her throbbing pussy. He could tell that she was more than ready for what he had to offer her as he then made his way to her protruding clit.

“Oh my God,” Olivia softly exclaimed. She immediately grabbed the back of Zay’s head, gripping the cornrows, since his dreads had been professionally styled. “Ahhh, how I’ve missed you.”

“Mmm-mm,” Zay moaned as he rolled his wet tongue up and down, back and forth over Olivia’s freshly waxed love tunnel. It was as if it tasted of sweet nectar and he was relishing in its delicious juices. He was slurping, kissing, and grabbing Olivia’s soft thighs, pulling her to him as he plunged his tongue inside the crack of her ass.

“Daaaaaaamn,” she softly whispered, unable to contain her emotions.

Zay reached up and cupped her breasts with both hands as he now fucked her pussy with his tongue. Feeling his fingers, gently massaging her nipples had her in some serious heat. Her body nearly melted from the exciting touch of his tongue exploring her goods. He had her gone and he knew it.

Olivia was breathing in and out in heavy breaths. Her legs trembled uncontrollably as she whispered, “I’m cumin’. You’re about to make me cum, baby.” Her eyes rolled in the back of her head as she gripped his head tighter.

Zay pushed the skin back, allowing her protruding clit to poke out as he softly sucked it. With Olivia’s legs now wrapped around the upper part of his back, he took total control. She was squirming and rotating her hips at the same time as he continued to feast on her goods. A few seconds later, she was squirting like an explosive water hose and Zay was trying to catch every bit of it.

Olivia was trembling and shaking while moaning as she attempted to push Zay’s head back, but he wouldn’t budge. He was still sucking on her clit and driving her absolutely crazy.

“I’m sensitive, babe.” She whispered, hoping for a little mercy. “Please, babe. I’m soo-sssooo sensitive,” she finally got out, causing Zay to smile inside from a job well done.

He rose up, still smiling.  “You liked that?”

She smiled. “I loved that.” Then she sat up and crawled over to him, immediately grabbing at his dick. It was already hard, and she was desperately trying to free it from his shorts. Once out of his shorts, she wrapped her mouth around his swollen dick head and went to work. He was rock hard, standing strong, and very long. Olivia’s wet tongue traced the shaft of his dick, from one side to the other, like she was licking a chocolate ice cream on a cone. Enjoying the taste of his manhood had her pussy throbbing for more. Looking up then staring in his eyes, she slowly jacked him. Her warm hands and enticing stare gave Zay chills as he stood firm on the floor with his toes curled tight.

Zay reached over on the nightstand and picked up Olivia’s glass of wine and started sipping it. While he enjoyed the view of her giving him the best head she could give, his stomach began to flutter. She’d stop, then tease him some more. Her eyes would connect with his only for a moment, and then she’d start back again. She was slurping, popping, and sucking like her life depended on it. Within minutes, he was ready to cum.

“Babe, I feel it.” He said, attempting to push her back.

“I know,” she whispered. “Give it to me.”

Zay grabbed the back of her head and started thrusting his hard dick in Olivia’s mouth. Normally, she’d gag from the force and thickness of his rod, but she was willing to swallow the whole thing if she had to. All she wanted was to please him in a way that no one else ever could dream of. He pumped… She moaned… He pumped some more… She moaned even louder and before he knew it, he’d exploded in her mouth. She took it all in then swallowed like a champ.

He grinned at her while shaking his head. “Damn, I’ve missed yo ass.”

She lightly laughed back, licking her lips. “I’ve missed yo ass, too.” At that moment there wasn’t a care in the world for her husband. If she never saw him again, she would be good.

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Mark looked over at Felisha who had practically been by his side the entire time Olivia was gone. He was beyond sick and didn’t know what to do. It was nearly a week and he still hadn’t heard from her. As he sat on the edge of the bed, he felt his head trying to hurt. Leaning over toward the nightstand, he grabbed a bottle of water and the Aleve, popping the top then taking two of them. 

Felisha looked at him and despondently shook her head. She felt bad for him. He wasn’t himself. He’d lost weight and she could clearly tell. His facial hair was getting even thicker and his sad eyes didn’t seem like they’d ever smile again.

“How long are you going to do this to yourself?” She asked as she sat across from him in a chair.

“Do what?” Mark irritably asked.

“Pitifully sitting here looking like you’ve lost your best friend,” she said, wishing that he’d snap out of it.

He looked at her and shook his head. “I have.”

Hearing those words made Felisha feel small, being that she’d been the one by his side and his supposedly best friend was nowhere to be found. She was the reason why he was looking and feeling that way.

“She left you, Mark. When are you going to see that and start getting your shit together?”

“She left me, because of you.” He said, feeling some type of way. “She left, because you sent me that text. We would’ve been out of the country mending our relationship if you hadn’t—”

Felisha abruptly cut him off.  “Don’t put all of this on me.”

“Why not?” He asked, now staring her in the face. “Why not? I’ve tried to stay away from you for a long time. You’ve been the one trying me every chance you get behind Olivia’s back. You even tried me the day I took you to
The Master’s
, but I pushed you away. Don’t try to pretend that this should be on me.”

“Why shouldn’t it be?” She pondered, standing to her feet. “I couldn’t do no more than you let me. Quit flexing.” She folded her arms in a way of showing that he was definitely pissing her off. “You wanted me then and you still want me now, otherwise I wouldn’t be here.”