She walked over to the bed to try to zip up her luggage as Mark’s phone started going off. It was a text message and Olivia ran around the bed for the phone like she was going to tackle it. She immediately picked up and read the message.
I really did enjoy myself. You just got this touch that does something to me. I wish we could’ve shared that moment forever. I’ll back off and let you mend your marriage. Felisha
She’s going to back off and let him mend his marriage??? Olivia quickly thought. Instantly she became pissed. “This bitch really got a thang for my husband. She’s just gonna let him mend his marriage, huh?” She sped out of the bed room and found herself in the utility room looking for something to cause havoc. Devilishly, she smiled upon seeing the lighter fluid sitting on the shelf above the laundry detergent.
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She stepped back inside their bedroom and grabbed her luggage, carrying the duffle bag across her shoulder and pulling the luggage on wheels behind her. Once she’d gotten them inside her car, she headed back inside the house to hear that Mark was still in the shower.
Perfect, she thought then headed straight for his closet with the lighter fluid in one hand and a box of matches in the other.
Mark had a closet full of expensive clothes like Louis Vuitton, Versace, Tom Ford, and several pair of Giuseppe shoes. He had Cartier watches and two Diamond Rolex watches that she’d gotten him. His closet was just as nice as hers and its contents probably cost more than hers with all of his expensive taste in jewelry.
She immediately began to squirt the lighter fluid on his clothes then his shoes. She aimed at his jewelry box and squirted even harder, and then on his phone, making sure it was soaked. “You won’t talk or text on that bitch no more.” She said, feeling powerful. “You wanna fuck my best friend, nigga.” She angrily mumbled. “You wanna play me like I’m somebody to be toyed with.” She frowned, feeling disgusted. “Then this bitch got the nerve to say that she had a good time. Oh really, bitch?” she said, fuming just as much as the smell from the lighter fluid was starting to stink up the room.
Olivia struck the match. “Fuck you and her,” she said then threw the lit match on Mark’s clothes. The fire lit up instantly inside the closet. She then quietly made her exit, leaving Mark in the shower.
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Mark rinsed his body off, standing in the steam filled tub. He looked around with a frown on his face as he sniffed in the air. “Baby,” he called out. There was no answer. “I swear I smell smoke,” he said getting out of the shower, feeling for his towel. “Damn, I never grabbed one. Baby, can you pass me a towel?” he called out with no response back. With the smoke starting to burn his eyes, he then exited the bathroom.
“WHAT THE FUCK?!” He screamed out as the blazing fire had crept out of his closet and in their bedroom. He looked toward the room door thinking about making a run for it. “Hell naw,” he quickly said as the fire grew rapidly. “This bitch gone crazy!” he yelled, running back inside the bathroom and pushing the window up. He could hear the fire alarm going off really loud in his ears as he tried desperately to push the screen out. Finally, he was able to jump out of the window. His heart was beating fast and he was scared as hell as he could hear the crispy sounds of the fire inside the house, destroying his home.
He looked over to his neighbors coming out of their house. His adrenaline was pumping so fast that he didn’t know what to do.
“Mommy, that house is on fire and the man is naked.” A child cried out, and that’s when Mark realized that he had no clothes on. He quickly made a run for his car, holding his eight inch, dangling goods. Luckily, it wasn’t parked in the garage and the doors were unlocked with a spare key in the glove compartment. He jumped inside of it and spotted a pair of black gym shorts on the backseat. Quickly he slid them on. He didn’t have a chance to look for his phone, but the Fire trucks could be heard entering the neighborhood. Once they were in view down the street, he could see an ambulance behind the trucks as they quickly pulled up in front of the house. Mark shook his head, watching everything they owned go up in flames as the whole house burned down to the ground.
“Excuse me, sir?” The Fire Chief asked as he tapped on Mark’s window. Mark was stunned that this was even taking place. He looked at the Fire Chief and got out of the car. His body was still damp from just jumping out of the shower and his heart was still pumping rapidly in his chest. “Can you tell me what happened?”
Mark knew that Olivia had set the place on fire, but what made her so mad? He thought they were good, but apparently not since her car was nowhere to be seen. He looked at the Fire Chief, still knowing that this was his fault.
“I believe the candles that I had lit in my bedroom caused the fire while I was in the shower.” He lied. “My wife told me about being so careless with those things.” He wiped the sweat from his forehead with a sick look on his face. “I had to jump out of my bathroom window.”
“I see,” the Fire Chief said, noticing that he was wet. Mark wanted to smile just to be courteous, but he didn’t have it in him.
“Lord, please let that work. I don’t need to be spending no time in jail because Olivia has gone crazy.” He silently prayed.
Chapter 2
Olivia headed to the airport. Her eyes were soaked as she drove in silence trying to figure out exactly where she was going. “Get it together, O’.” She coached herself, wiping her tears with the back of her hand. She was hurt and felt betrayed by the two people that she loved more than anything.
“How could Felisha do me like that?” She questioned as she headed toward The Augusta Regional Airport. There wasn’t ever a time she thought Felisha even looked at Mark like that. Mark had definitely never given any kind of hint that he was even remotely attracted to Felisha. She was beyond confused. It had her hurt to the core as she sadly shook her head while driving down Bobby Jones Expressway. She looked over in the side view mirror and switched lanes. The rain had started to come out of nowhere as she turned on the windshield wipers. Minutes later, her phone began to ring giving her wandering mind two brief seconds of free thought. She looked down at the Caller ID and it read, Bestie.
Her stomach turned at just knowing that the word bestie meant absolutely nothing to her anymore. “I wish I might answer that phone for her dirty ass,” she mumbled. She had no words for Felisha at the moment unless going to jail was involved. The only thing saving her from that ass whooping was the fact that she didn’t want her parents involved in her business. She wasn’t known to be a fighter nor did she ever think she’d flip out like that, but Mark and Felisha had crossed treacherous waters. To her, that was the lowest thing a bitch could ever do. She’d confided in Felisha on many occasions about her boring sex life. Why would she even want to try him? Mark knew she had loose pussy, because the bitch couldn’t keep a man. So, why would he even want to try her? She sighed, not knowing what the fuck to think. Her phone rang again. This time out of frustration, she quickly answered it, just ready to curse the bitch out.
“Bitch, you got some nerve calling my phone after you just fucked my husband!”
Zoe cleared her throat, taking the phone from her ear as she checked the Caller ID to make sure that she’d dialed the right number. “Uh, Sis…” she said with unsure thoughts now taking over her initial reason for calling. “You alright? Who just fucked your husband?”
Olivia’s eyes widened, now feeling stupid for not looking at the Caller ID first.
“Sis,” Zoe called out. “Talk to me,” she said. She could clearly hear the tension and pain in Olivia’s voice from just saying that little bit and whoever had just fucked Mark, had surely just fucked up.
Olivia burst out in tears. She was driving like Miss Daisy was in the backseat, because she didn’t want to hurt herself nor anyone else, and then finally she just pulled over to the side of the highway.
“Sis, please. Talk to me,” Zoe pleaded. “Where are you?” She asked, hearing the now pouring rain beating rapidly o
n Olivia’s car.
“I-I-,” she stuttered, trying to get it out. “I’m on Bo-bby Jones.” She cried.
“I hope you’re not driving. You need to pull over if you are.” Zoe demanded.
“I’ve pu-lled over.” She said, trying to wipe the never-ending tears.
“What the hell happened?” Zoe asked, feeling bad as hell for her sister.
Olivia sniffed, trying to calm her nerves so she could talk. “Ma-rk slept with Feli—sha.”
Zoe frowned. She wasn’t sure if she had heard her right. “Mark did what now? With who?” she paused with unsure thoughts of what she’d just heard. “You didn’t say Felisha did you?”
“You heard me.” Olivia responded, taking in a deep breath as she fanned her face with her hand.
The news hit Zoe like a bolt of lightning. She was definitely surprised. “MARK SLEPT WITH FELISHA???!!” She was beyond shocked. Olivia cried just hearing it again. “How did that happen? Sis, calm down.” She said, hearing the heartache in her voice.
“It doesn’t matter how it happened. It happened,” Olivia responded, with a disappointed shake of her head.
“Damn, that’s fucked up.” Zoe commented. She didn’t know what to make out of that situation. It was the last thing she expected to call and hear. “Well, where are you headed in this condition? You know you don’t need to be driving.”
“I’m headed to the airport.” Olivia said, and then blew her nose on a Kleenex.
“Where are you going? Do you even know?” Zoe asked.
“I-I don’t kno-ow.” She continued to cry.
“You need to get it together. I’m way in Atlanta so I can’t get to you, but you need to compose yourself so you can get to where you need to go.” Olivia was quiet, trying to regain her composure as she wiped her eyes, followed by more tears, then she’d wipe them again. “Sis, where are you trying to go?” Zoe asked again. Being unable to physically reach out while hearing her sister cry was making her feel even worse.
“Out of the country,” she said. “I ne-ed time to—”
Zoe cut in. “Don’t worry, I got this.” She assured her. “Get yourself together and I’ll make reservations for you to get out of the country. I think you need about two weeks to clear your mind. Don’t go making any hasty decisions. If Mom didn’t teach us anything else, she definitely wanted us to take heed to that one.”
“I know,” Olivia said between sniffs.
“We’ll talk more about this when you calm down. Right now, you need to dry your eyes so you can make it to the airport. I’ll have your reservations already set. I’m not sure where at yet, but I’ll know once I start looking at the flight times. Now hang up, say a prayer, wipe those tears, and make your way SAFELY to the airport.”
“Okay.” Olivia said. “And, Zoe—”
“Don’t worry, I won’t tell Mom or Dad.”
“Please don’t, because I also burned down the ho-use.” She said then thought back, “With Ma-rk still in it.”
Zoe gasped for air. “YOU DID WHAT?” She quickly asked. The situation had definitely taken a life of its own. “Did he get out? Is he okay? IS THE MAN DEAD?!” She asked just as her phone beeped.
“I don’t kn-ow. He was in the shower.”
“In the shower? Lord, help this poor child,” Zoe said, shaking her head as she looked at her Caller ID, but she didn’t recognize the number. “My God, Sis. The man could be dead.” She said in a serious tone as the phone beeped a second time. “Hold on.”
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“Hello,” Zoe answered, feeling frustrated since she didn’t want to put her sister on hold.
“Zoe, this is Mark.” He said calling from a neighbor’s cell phone. “You heard from your sister?”
The bastard is still living. Zoe thought with a roll of the eyes, but feeling relieved at the same time. “Nope, why?” she asked. “Is everything okay?”
“Oh, I was just asking. She had left the house and hadn’t said anything. So, I was just making sure that she was okay.” He partially told the truth.
“Why haven’t you called her phone and is this your new number or something?” Zoe asked with a jerk of the neck, just waiting for his reply.
“Uh, I lost my phone this morning and her phone is going to voicemail.” He lied. He hadn’t even attempted to call Olivia, because he didn’t know what kind of state of mind she was in after trying to kill him.
“Oh well, I haven’t heard from her, but if I do before you I’ll tell her that you’re looking for her.” Zoe said with a frown. Even saying that to him sounded funny to her.
“Okay,” Mark said, and then ended their call.
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Zoe clicked back over to her sister. “You still there?”
“Yeah,” Olivia responded.
“Well, that was Mark.” She informed her.
“Hm… He lived.” Olivia said like she was disappointed, but she really wasn’t trying to kill him. She knew that he would jump his ass out of that bathroom window first before he’d burn to death.
“He’s worried about you,” Zoe said.
“Let him worry.” Olivia commented.
Zoe sat quiet for a moment. “I feel you, cheating bastard.” She chimed in. “Get it together and I’m about to make your reservations now. Call me before you take off.”
“I will and thanks.”
“That’s what sisters are for. Love you and be careful.”
“Okaaay,” Olivia said. “Love you too.”
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Thirty-minutes later, Olivia was walking inside of the Airport. She’d sat in her car a good ten minutes just waiting for the rain to ease up. Once inside the airport she headed over to the Ticket Counter Check-in desk and provided the nice woman with her name, passport, and identification.
“I have a flight out that my sister should’ve booked for me not long ago. I don’t even know where just yet.” Olivia said, in between sniffs. She was feeling antsy and ready to leave Georgia.
The customer agent looked at her sadly. She didn’t know exactly what it was, but something clearly had broken this woman’s heart. She looked at Olivia’s ID. “Olivia Johnson?”
“That’s me,” she said with a slight smile on her face. “Where is my destination going to be?”
“It seems you’re headed to Montego Bay, Jamaica.”
Olivia smiled, but she wasn’t really happy. “Montego Bay,” she repeated. “Only Zoe. Okay, when does my flight leave?”
“Your flight leaves in twenty-minutes. It will take you to the Hartsfield - Jackson Airport in Atlanta. There will be about a two and a half hour layover, and then from Hartsfield you’ll go straight to Montego Bay. There, you will be taking a dragon boat that will transport you to the Sandals Royal Caribbean and Private Islands resort.” Olivia just simply smiled. She didn’t expect her sister to send her somewhere so expensive being that she was going alone and under such crazy circumstances. “Your sister must really love you.” The woman said with a smile.
“Yeah, I guess she does.” Olivia said as the woman handed her a ticket, along with a pamphlet and her identification information back.
“Thanks,” Olivia said. She walked over to an empty seat to sit down for a few minutes to clear her mind before boarding her flight. So much had taken place in so little time. She’d just been with Zay the prior night at a crazy ass Mask Your Pleasures Party, only to break things off with him earlier that morning to be with her husband. Strange turn of events occurred leading her to find out that Zay was fucking around with her receptionist, Patrice and according to her they were in a blooming relationship. She didn’t know what to think, but with Patrice and Felisha being cousins it was no telling what was going on.
Olivia shook her head with a long drawn out sigh. “This shit is unreal.” She said, thinking that she wasn’t the only one being sneaky in her affairs. Her husband had something extra going on and so did Zay. She was planning on leaving one for the other, only to have her thoughts going
back and forth between the two. “Hell, I don’t see where I can be with neither one of them now.” She said, just above a whisper as her phone buzzed in her hand. She looked down at it to see a text message from Mark.
Baby, this is your husband. Please, call me back on this number. We need to talk.
Olivia took in a deep breath as her body miserably slouched down in the seat. She looked around the small, quaint airport. It was quiet and the people coming in or out were making their way to where they were going. Another message came through.
Did you really try to kill me or were you just trying to scare me?
Olivia nodded her head with disgust. “Will he just leave me alone, already?” She whispered. ‘I got something for this.” She pressed the power button, but before the phone could shut off, another message came through from Kandi.
The phone shut off.
Damn, she immediately thought. Her stomach was feeling uneasy as she sat there knowing that Kandi was the name Zay’s number was saved under. Just seeing it appear in her phone always caused her heart to flutter. Do I even want to know what he has to say? She pondered as her thoughts reflected to his strong arms being wrapped around her, giving her that comfort that she needed.
She hesitated, going back and forth with herself about not turning the phone back on. “Fuck it,” she whispered, and then quickly hit the power button on the phone. Her anxious finger tapped lightly on the screen of her IPhone awaiting the moment to open the message from Kandi. No sooner than she could open it, she read…
Whatever that crazy girl told you was a lie. Well, I did sleep with her, but it’s not what you think. Please, call me back. Hear me out, baby.
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