Drunk in Love 2: An Original Love Story

by Tiece D Mickens

  Olivia picked up her cell phone to call Zay. She felt the need to give him an update since he’d been there for her during the most difficult of times. He always had a way of making it bearable while bringing peace and joy in her world. She sat there tapping her fingernails against the wooden table and patiently waiting as his phone rang. On the second ring, he picked up.

  “Hey baby,” his deep, sexy voice answered.

  “Hey,” she softly spoke back. His voice always did something to her. “How are you?”

  “I’m good,” he responded. “How are you?”

  “Guess I’m okay; I’m alive,” she teased with a smile.

  “That’s always a plus,” Zay teased back. “Don’t know what I’d do without you.”

  Olivia blushed. “Yeah right,” she responded.

  “So,” Zay started. “Have you met with Felisha yet?”

  “Yeah, she just left.”

  “Where are you?” Zay asked.

  “I’m at Stevie B’s. I thought we should discuss this situation over pizza and a soft drink. Plus, I had her bring Lil Romeo so I could see him. He’s actually still here playing with the games.”

  “That was smart,” Zay said, knowing that she’d compose herself around the kid. “How your meeting go?”

  “She pretty much made me feel bad.” She started, but then decided it was just too much. “Long story short, she is basically confirming the same thing that Mark is saying. The only difference was that Mark confided in her that he thought I was cheating. It was something that Mark left out when he spoke with me, but now I know.”

  “That’s interesting,” Zay stated. “So, he slept with her because he thought you were cheating?”

  “Not exactly, but him thinking that I was cheating had certainly come up.”

  Zay sat quiet for a moment. He was simply putting his own pieces of the puzzle together. “Did she also say that it happened only once?”

  “She did and she acted like it really just happened and that it meant nothing.”

  “I see,” Zay said. This within itself made him want to bring up Mark. “Do you believe her?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “Did you believe Mark?”

  Olivia took in a deep breath then let it out along with these words. “I slept with Mark last night and he gave me the business.”

  Zay frowned. “Gave you the business?”

  “It lasted for over an hour and he did things that I never imagined he’d do.” She wiped her forehead with a napkin, sipping from her drink then swallowing hard. “And, it was good.” She added. “It’s never good.”

  Zay was shocked that she was being so candid. It was actually playing in his favor more than she knew, though. It was no doubt in his mind that Mark would step up his game and show off. Plus, they were married. He couldn’t stop her from fucking her husband, let alone no one else if that’s what she really wanted to do.

  “I’m sorry,” Olivia said after hearing nothing but silence on the other end of the line. “I just wanted to talk to somebody about this. It’s very confusing. I’m just so confused.” She admitted.

  “I’m glad you trusted me enough to call me.” Zay spoke up, wanting to calm her down. “I figured that Mark wouldn’t let you go so easily. If he loves you then he’s supposed to fight for you. However, he’s continually not being honest about something and instead of you beating yourself up about fooling around with me; you need to get to the bottom of his bullshit. I could be wrong, but I think he and Felisha have been fucking for quite some time now.”

  Olivia scratched her head, staring in the game room at Lil Romeo as he played. “I don’t knooooow,” she hesitantly commented. She wanted so badly to believe that it had only happened once.

  “The only way you can find that out is to get them in the same room. This has to be thought out and not something where they’re suspicious. If their guards are up, you’ll never find out the truth. But, if you catch them with their guards down while this time paying attention, you’ll get your answers. The truth has been under your nose for no telling how long. You just didn’t know to look for it.”

  “You’re probably right,” she said.

  Zay nodded his head knowing that he’d never tell her anything wrong. Mark was a snake in the grass to him and all he wanted was for Olivia to see it with her own eyes, so she could move on for good.

  “Look, call me or text me when you get some free time. I have to meet this new client in about an hour and I still haven’t gotten dressed yet.”

  “Okay,” Olivia said. “I’ll text you later.”

  “Hey babe,” Zay called out. “Take care of yourself and be easy. Don’t let what people say influence your decisions in knowing what’s right and what’s wrong. In most instances, your gut feeling doesn’t lie.”

  “I hear you,” she softly responded.

  “Hit me up later.” And with that, Zay ended their call.

  Olivia sat there replaying the advice he’d given her over and over in her head. Still looking at Lil Romeo, she frowned. There was something there for a moment, and then he looked over at her and waved with a big smile on his face. She smiled, waving back.

  “Nah, I think my thoughts are driving me crazy now. I need a real drink.” She whispered, gathering up their things. She was headed back to the hotel for a day-in of cartoon, cookies, and milk for Lil Romeo while she’d sip wine, wine, and more wine until she could figure out where she should go from here.

  Chapter 15

  Zoe looked over at Dillon and smiled as he drove her home. It was late in the evening and the top was back on Dillon’s smoke gray, convertible Camaro. Zoe removed her seat belt for a quick moment and leaned over, kissing Dillon on the cheek. He smiled as he looked over at her. She was sexy as hell to him and he was certainly caught up in his feelings.

  The wind blew lightly in the air, making the sweet ride just that pleasurable as Zoe fastened her seat belt back. Kissin’ on my Tattoos by August Alsina, played in the background, causing Zoe’s pussy to purr inside the little white shorts she had on. Her ponytail swayed from side to side as she rocked an expensive pair of Gucci sunglasses while popping on a piece of spearmint chewing gum. Dillon had definitely squeezed his way into her life and her heart. Without a doubt, she was feeling him, but she couldn’t let her guard down just yet. What she never mentioned to anyone was that the break-up with Chico had been devastating. Even though she pretended that she was the one that left him, he’d actually decided to leave her. She was heartbroken and felt that she was the cause of him leaving. Then she turned around only to get in a verbally abusive relationship with someone else for the next two years. He was the rebound from hell. That was pretty much the worse two years of her life, but her family would never know it.

  Dillon drove down I-20, going through the heart of Atlanta, as the streetlights had started popping on and the lights from the buildings seemed to dance with a jiggle as he shot past them. He reached over, putting his hand on Zoe’s smooth thigh and gripped it a little. She blushed from just his touch as he gave her that million dollar smile. With the same hand that he touched her thigh with, he used to turn down the music so she could hear him talk.

  “Are you ready to tell your sister about us?” He asked.

  Zoe shook her head. “I don’t think now is a good time.”

  “Well, when will be a good time? I’m seriously feeling you.” He admitted to his surprise. “You’re feeling me, right?”

  “I am,” she said with an innocent smile.

  “It’s been four weeks already since we’ve been kicking it.”

  “You think I don’t know that. It’s actually been thirty days,” she looked down at her Gucci timepiece. “Twelve hours and two minutes.”

  Hearing her say that made Dillon grin to himself, because he knew that she was feeling him. Playing hard to get was her forte and she had proven more than once that she was a hard cookie to crack.

  “Plus, my sister is trying to figure some t
hings out in her life. I don’t need to bother her with my news.”

  “Do you have any news to tell?” Dillon pondered, but Zoe ignored him. “How is your sister, anyway? She and my brother still talk but not like they used to.”

  “She’s good. I think she’s finally figuring out what she wants to do or shall I say who she wants to be with.”

  “I see,” Dillon said. His thoughts reflected on Angel coming around for the past month and even though Zay had a way of keeping her at bay; she was making it hard for him to resist her. If Olivia didn’t come to her senses sooner than later, Zay was going to get caught back up with his ex.

  “If she doesn’t choose my brother, will that affect our relationship?”

  Zoe grinned. “Why would that affect our relationship? I lo—” she quickly covered her tracks. “That would never come between us.”

  Dillon looked over at her then back at the road as he swerved over in the right turning lane. “You know you love me,” he teased, but was for real.

  She smiled uncontrollably. “How do you figure?”

  “I just figure,” he said, only because he’d been questioning his real feelings for her as of recently.

  Within the next thirty minutes, he was pulling up in the parking lot of Zoe’s townhouse complex. He parked his car, letting the top back down then switching off the engine. Once outside the car, he shut the driver door behind him. As always, he then made his way around the rear of the car to the passenger door, opening the car door for Zoe to get out.

  They walked up to her townhouse hand in hand, while Zoe laughed at Dillon’s silly jokes of how she was walking in her new stilettos that were hurting her feet.

  “Sometimes, it hurts to look good,” she laughed.

  “If you say so,” he grinned. The stilettos may have been hurting her feet, but they looked damn good on her and made her ass stick out more in the little white shorts she had on.

  “I was only trying to break them in while taking a quick ride over your house for you to get some extra clothes for the night.”

  “Yeah, yeah,” he said then glanced quickly to the side as he heard someone say his name.

  “Dillon,” a college friend called out.

  Dillon saw two women as he looked over to the side. Zoe stopped in her tracks trying to see who knew her man.

  “Dillon, it’s me Jenny.” She said, pulling the other woman by the hand as she walked over.

  “Jenny,” Dillon said as the women were now within feet of him and Zoe. “Ah man,” Dillon said, hugging Jenny then looking at the woman that was with her. “Rihanna?” Just that quickly, he remembered Jenny and Rihanna being first cousins back when they were in college.

  Rihanna, Zoe quickly thought now eyeing the competition. Why was she even back in town after all this time?

  “Hey,” Rihanna spoke with a shy smile. “It’s been awhile,” she said.

  “You can say that again,” Dillon said as he admired how much finer she’d gotten since college. Zoe stood back and silently watched. She was wondering what was going to be said next.

  Dillon turned Zoe’s hand a loose and hugged Rihanna. It definitely was the wrong move as Zoe cleared her throat to remind him that she was standing there.

  “Oh excuse me, this is my girl Zoe.” He said, making up a little by calling her his girl. “This is Rihanna and Jenny; a couple of friends from college.”

  “I think somebody out here was more than just a friend,” Jenny commented, sounding three sheets in the wind. She was definitely putting Dillon on the spot, but it seemed that Rihanna was the main one embarrassed by it.

  “Hey,” Zoe spoke with a fake smile, but before she could lend a hand out to play nice. Her phone rang. It was Olivia so she looked over at the women. “It was nice to meet y’all.” She then looked at Dillon. “Babe, I’m gonna take this call. I’ll be inside.” She said, now walking off and heading into her townhouse.

  Dillon stood there, still shocked to see Rihanna. She hadn’t changed a bit except for being thicker around the thighs and hips, a small budge in the front, but nothing major. It still looked good on her. She smiled.

  “Dillon,” she said. “Well, it was good seeing you. My cousin is feeling good from drinking a bit too much for her birthday.”

  “She lives in this complex?”

  “No, but her sister does. We were just leaving,” It seemed like she was trying to get away from him.

  “Okay, well it was good seeing you,” he said, but just as he was about to walk off…

  “Mommy, I’m ready to go.” A small sweet voice called out. Rihanna almost froze as she stood there speechless.

  “Deliaaaaa, your mama is talking to someone.” Jenny dragged then looked over at Rihanna. “I’ll go get her. You just keep talking.”

  Dillon frowned. He could only see a small child with long ponytails. “Is that your daughter?”

  “Yeah,” Rihanna responded.

  “Oh so you have a child, just one?”

  “Yeah,” she said, now starting to fidget.

  “How old is she?”

  “She’s eight years old.”

  Dillon’s facial expression dropped. “What’s her name?”

  Rihanna was hesitant, but she answered. “Delia.”

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  Meanwhile back in Zoe’s townhouse, she stood in her living room with her hand over her chest. It was bad enough that she’d just met Dillon’s ex, but no sooner than she could hang up with Olivia and walk inside her house; she was greeted by her ex.

  “Chico,” she said. “How did you get in here?”

  “I spoke with the front office and proved that we were married. I said that I was in town to surprise you and they gave me a spare key. Surprise,” he said with a handsome smile.

  “Wait till I talk to them.” Zoe angrily said now feeling caught up. “You could be a killer. I could’ve had a restraining order out on you.”

  “But you don’t and I’m not a killer.” Chico said, getting up off of the sofa and walking her way. “I miss you. I want you back.”

  “It’s not that simple,” Zoe said. “Please leave.”

  “I won’t leave until you hear me out.” Chico said as the front door opened up.

  Dillon hit the corner. “Baby, you would not believe—” He said, but stopped in his tracks as he and Chico stood face to face.

  “Yes, I probably would believe,” Zoe said while eying Chico. “Whatever it is,” she quickly responded, shaking her head with her hand still over her chest. “Dillon, meet Chico. Chico, this is Dillon.”

  “Just Dillon, huh?” He asked.

  Zoe didn’t know how to respond. She was still stunned that Chico was in her house like he hadn’t been ghost over the past couple of years. She couldn’t believe that he had the nerve to just show up like that.

  Dillon was basically stunned himself; not only by now meeting up with Zoe’s ex Chico, but also by running into his ex Rihanna. No telling what kind of well kept secrets she had going on.

  “I can’t do this right now.” Dillon said and without letting Zoe explain or even choose who she’d rather stay with her, he left.

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  Olivia was giggling as she and Mark pulled up to X-Mart, a sex toy store. She and Mark had been kicking it and just enjoying each other’s company. It was almost that time for her to make a decision. The only thing stopping her was not knowing Mark’s real feelings and or what he’d been up to. According to Felisha when they’d spoke a few weeks back, he’d had some serious doubts about her fidelity. However, she only knew of one incident and that’s when he had his gun tucked in his back. That was the only time he had questioned her. Other than that, he seemed to be good. This within itself gave her doubts.

  Now, they were at the sex toy store. She was happy that he was stepping outside the box, but it seemed that he was doing too much, too soon. He was being extra good to her, even looking for a new house for them to move in. She hadn’t quite made up her mind what she wanted t
o do about their marriage, but she’d prayed about it and felt that God would soon show her a sign.

  Mark parked his car as he and Olivia got out at the same time. She didn’t feel like waiting on him to open up her door. She was on a mission of finding some freaky shit to quench her thirst. They entered the store, having to show their ID. The woman behind the counter took Olivia’s Coach Purse being that it was too big to carry around the store, store’s policy.

  Olivia headed straight over to the Fetish Fantasy Swing. “Look babe, I want one of these.”

  Mark smiled as he checked out the swing. He’d been enjoying the fact that he could really get down with his wife now without holding back. He didn’t know where the freak in her came from, but he definitely loved it. In the back of his mind, she hadn’t been fucked like he was fucking her so in due time she’d be willing to move in the new house that he had just closed on behind her back.

  As they stood over by the swing talking about the pros and the cons of using it, a guy walked in with two women on his arm. Olivia was already getting in the swing as Mark played with her like they were fucking. It wasn’t too much of a display. They were just having fun.

  The guy walked over. “Hey, that’s a lot of fun,” he said with a smile on his face.

  “It is, ain’t it Dee?” One of the women asked the other.

  Olivia looked over at them as one of the women pushed Mark to the side, and then kneeled down between Olivia’s legs on her knees. She grabbed Olivia by her ass, pulling her pussy close to her mouth. Olivia swung in the air with both legs spread from east to west. The other woman stood behind her, pushing her toward the lady on her knees. Mark, the man and the women he was with, were all smiles.

  “It’s better if you have a third party.” One of the women said.

  “Meaning a threesome?” Olivia questioned.

  “A threesome is one of the hottest things that you could possibly have.” The woman kneeling said.

  Olivia definitely had a freaky fetish to sexually try anything at least once. She looked over at Mark. “I think we should have a threesome.” She smiled.