Drunk in Love 2: An Original Love Story

by Tiece D Mickens

  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.

  __________

  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 tr
ied 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.”

  “You’re here, because I have no one else to talk with about this. You’re the only one that knows what really happened, besides Olivia.”

  “NO,” Felisha cut in. “I’m here, because you need a shoulder to cry on. I’m here, because I’m your son’s mother, and if you can’t trust nobody, you know you can trust me. You’re in denial if you think I don’t know you fight these feelings for me. Just as much as I lay in bed at night thinking of you, you’re doing the same thing. Don’t patronize me, nigga.”

  Mark simply looked at her, because he could definitely recall moments when he’d lay in bed and think about her. The sad thing was that he didn’t love her like she felt he should’ve, though. What they had was the past. He only wanted to be able to be there for Lil Romeo and make things half way decent for his son. Felisha was sweet, but very devious. She wanted the baby by him. Even when he offered her the money to have an abortion, she refused to do it. In her mind, if she couldn’t have him then she’d have a piece of him through their child.

  “Why do you keep denying feelings for me?”

  Mark just looked at her. She was pitifully in love with him and he couldn’t stand it. “I’m not denying any feelings for you. I JUST DON’T LOVE YOU!” His voice raised out of frustration. “You and I could never be together. I’m married to your best friend.”

  “Ex-best friend,” Felisha interjected.

  “You act like this doesn’t bother you. Like you’re not the least bit concerned about your friendship, your business, your kid. She is like a second mother to him. You’re putting everything that’s important to the side for me.” He shook his head as he stood up. “For this dick,” he simply stated. “Dick, that shouldn’t even be as heavy on your mind, being that you rarely ever get it.”

  “So, you’re saying that you wouldn’t be interested if it wasn’t for Olivia?”

  “I’m saying that I just don’t want you like that. You’ve only been good to me since I’ve known you, but I just don’t see myself being with you. I’m married to a woman that I love. I know I fucked up by sleeping with you. I know that things were fucked up from the start, but we chose to ride with it. You have to understand where I’m coming from. I want my wife and I want to fight for her.”

  Felisha rolled her eyes a bit. “How do you think she’ll feel if she knew about Lil Romeo?”

  “If she doesn’t know by now, then why would you break her heart like that? She is already damaged.”

  “She’s gonna find out someday?” Felisha said like she was going to tell it.

  “If Olivia found out about Lil Romeo today or tomorrow, I’ll still never be with you. Too much time has passed, feelings have definitely changed. You have got to let this fantasy of us being together, go. We will never be an item.”

  “What if Olivia wasn’t the woman that you thought she was?” she asked, wanting so bad to reveal that Olivia had given up the goods to Zay.

  “It doesn’t matter who she is, Felisha. I still could never be with you. I’ll always take care of Lil Romeo, but I will never be with you.”

  Felisha’s eyes filled with water. She was hurt. She loved Mark without a doubt, but she was tired of being a fool for him. Maybe it was over. Maybe too much time had passed them by. Not knowing what else to do or say, she grabbed her purse off of the foot of the bed. She looked back once, after reaching the door to leave.

  “I won’t come back this time. I’ll let you be and I hope that in due time you’ll get what you’re hoping for out of your marriage. I can’t believe that I’ve been a fool for so long.” And with that, she made her exit.

  __________

  The next morning, Zay woke up with his arm around Olivia’s waist. He was madly in love with her, but he was no fool. He knew that something was going on with her. She wasn’t out of the country on business and because she was alone, it told him that there was trouble in paradise.

  Olivia moved a bit as she woke up out of a deep sleep. Instantly, she connected her fingers inside of Zay’s. She smiled just knowing that he was there with her. She felt the warmth from his lips kiss the back of her neck.

  “Good morning,” he whispered.

  “Good morning,” she said back then turned to face him.

  “Last night was great.”

  “It was,” Olivia agreed. “I didn’t realize how much I missed you.”

  “Well, I realized it the day you left me.” He said, thinking back to how she chose her husband over him, but now it seemed she’d had a change of heart.

  Olivia batted her Asian looking, slanted eyes. “I was foolish and wasn’t thinking straight. Plus, seeing Patrice and hearing her story definitely had me feeling some type of way.”

  Zay shook his head, not even wanting to think about that Psycho path. She had certainly become a pain in his ass. “That girl is obsessed.”

  “She is just not used to messing around with a man of your statue. Patrice is what they call a hood rat. She dresses very well and looks like she is of a higher class. I can’t lie, she is really cute. However, she lives in the projects and sleeps with mostly dope boys that can break her off right away. She just got her own car and she can’t keep a man. Every man she has had only uses her for what little bit she can offer.”

  “And what’s that?” Zay asked, thinking that it couldn’t have been for the dry ass pussy she had.

  “For one, they sell drugs out of her apartment and eat up her food with their homeboys like its cool. She has been waiting to hit the jackpot forever, and then you came along. JACKPOT,” Olivia said, letting him know that Patrice was just looking for an easy way out through him.

  Zay hated that he’d allowed himself to go that far with Patrice. He had judged that book by the cover, but the inside pages spoke something much different.

  “Don’t let the sophisticated look fool you,” Olivia said. “Don’t get me wrong, she is cool people, but she’s not your type.”

  “I know,” Zay agreed. “I hate I even talk to her like that.”

  Olivia lay there looking into Zay’s eyes. It bothered her that he’d slept with someone else, but it made her feel good to know that he was honest when confronted about it.

  “How was it?” She blurted out, then looked ashamed like she hated she’d said it.

  “It wasn’t good,” Zay admitted.

  Olivia found herself grinning. “What you mean it wasn’t good? Was it bad?”

  Zay shook his head, feeling quite tickled that she was that interested as she stared at him with a big smile on her face. “It was the kinda bad that I didn’t nut.”

  Hearing those words caused Olivia much satisfaction. “You didn’t nut?” She asked like she couldn’t believe it.

  Zay shook his head, no. “It lasted maybe six minutes give or take a minute or two.” He said, wanting to keep it as real as he could with her.

  “Stop lying,” she said. “If it was like that, then why is she so delusional about y’all being in a relationship? You must’ve done something to turn her out.”

  Zay leaned over and picked up his cell phone. “Let me show you something.” He scrolled through his text messages. He handed Olivia the phone and she started reading the text messages from Patrice.

  What is your problem? Ms. Good P

  Two minutes later…

  Are you still ignoring me? Ms. Good P

  An hour later…

  I tried calling you. Why you’re not answering? Ms. Good P

  The next day…

  Xavier, I wish
you would at least talk to me. Ms. Good P

  Twenty minutes later…

  I thought we clicked. What happened? Ms. Good P

  Three days later…

  Just thinking about you. Ms. Good P

  Two days later…

  Call me, please. We need to talk. Ms. Good P

  A day later…

  If I can hear you say that you don’t wanna be with me then I’ll move on. I just got to hear it from you. Ms. Good P

  Olivia grew tired of reading all of Patrice’s desperate text messages. She handed the phone back to Zay. “Patrice is crazy isn’t she? And what’s up with the Ms. Good P signature. It couldn’t have been that good if you didn’t nut.” She smirked.

  “I told you that she’s crazy. I hate I fucked with her. I don’t’ text back, ever and I definitely don’t call back, ever. I would’ve gotten my number changed by now, but I had no way of giving it to you since you’d gotten your number changed.”

  “Yeah,” Olivia whispered as her eyes shyly looked away from his face. Speaking of changing her number refreshed her memory as to why she’d skipped the country and was now chilling with him.

  He looked at her. He knew it was something wrong with her the minute he heard her voice. Brushing her hair back out of her face, he wondered if he should pry. Then after a few seconds of thought, it was now his turn to interrogate her. “What happened, babe?” Olivia didn’t respond as she continued to stare down at the white silk sheets on the King size bed. “Why’d you change your number? Was it me?”

  “No,” Olivia finally spoke.

  “Well, what happened? Why are you here alone? Talk to me,” he almost pleaded. “You can talk to me about it.”

  “I know,” Olivia responded as she continued to contemplate if she should tell him what happened or not.

  “Was it your husband? Did he do something to you?” Zay pondered.

  Olivia sucked in her teeth. She didn’t really want to talk about it, but since Zay kept asking… “Yes, it was my husband.” She said, taking in a deep breath then blowing it out. “He cheated.” She confessed as Zay actually sat quietly, now contemplating his next move. Hearing this news could definitely be a HUGE game changer.