Drunk In Love: An Original Love Story (15 page)

“Yeah, I knew you’d see things differently after a while,” Dillon chuckled, and then eased off like a sly fox ready to get into something or somebody. Zay set out in the direction of the two women.

****

Zoe led Olivia into this purple room. The walls were purple, the furniture was purple and purple plush carpet was on the floor. Zoe smiled at just the seductive lure of seeing it all go down like she’d just yelled take two on a bull horn. She was feeling really good as she smiled at an extremely fine ass guy with the tatted up sleeves as he walked over. He had a daring, pearly white smile as he held out his hand.

Zoe looked back Olivia. “Are you good, Sis?” “Yep,”

Olivia said, feeling really good herself. “Go have fun. Call me when you’re ready to meet up.”

Zoe nodded with a smile then grabbed the man’s hand and walked off.

There was more mingling going on in that room than anything else. As she stood there swaying her hips to the music as she leaned against the wall just enjoying the scene and like fate, Drunk In Love started to play and the next thing she knew, Zay’s sweet breath was brushing up on the side of her neck.

“What you doing here?” He asked in her ear.

Olivia shot him a side-eye through the mask. He was wearing a solid black mask trimmed in gold that only covered his eyes as he stared at her, anxiously waiting for a reply.

“What are you doing here?” Olivia asked him back as her heart fluttered from just having him near.

Zay wanted to bend her over and fuck her right there, but he kept the conversation going. “You can’t ask a question with a question.”

Olivia smacked her lips a little like he was bothering her, but all she was doing was playing hard to get. “It’s Zoe’s birthday and this is where she brought me to celebrate.” She said then moved her head to the music, like he was nobody.

Zay leaned in closer to her ear. He could feel his dick getting hard just standing that close to her and smelling the captivating aroma of her Dior J’adore perfume. 

“So, is this your type of party?” he asked.

“Nope,” she said, still rolling her neck to the music. Her pussy was throbbing anxiously as Zay stood that close to her. She looked over toward him wanting to rip his clothes off, but she held her composure. He could see her seductive, almond shaped eyes behind the mask. She never in a million years thought that he’d be to a party like that, but he was and so was she. “Is this your type of party?”

“Nope,” Zay responded. “I’m just here with Dillon.”

“Oh,” she coolly said then started looking back at the people mingling amongst other things.

Zay was even more turned on by her nonchalant attitude, but he knew it was a front. He could feel her knees shaking the floor beneath him. He smiled to himself knowing that she was caught off guard, but she loved the fact that he was there.

 “I’ve missed you,” he said, not able to keep his lips off of her as he kissed her softly on the neck.

Olivia stood there unnerved on the outside, but on the inside her heart had melted at least one hundred times. Zay wasn’t there to be playing any games and especially with her. He grabbed her by the hand then led her down the hall. Olivia floated behind him with a smile on her face. It had to be a dream; she was so lost in Lala Land. They passed by one closed door with the OCCUPIED sign on it, but Zay kept looking. He was anxious to get her alone so he could do some things to her. Finally nearing the long hallway was a room ducked off around the corner with a NOT OCCUPIED sign on the door. Zay opened the door and quickly turned the sign around so that it read now read OCCUPIED. He turned to pull Olivia inside the room and once inside it, he locked the door behind them.

Chapter Seventeen 

Zay and Olivia had entered another large room with a black light effect that had them looking like they were glowing in the dark. The room was covered with smoke and mirrors along with a black beautiful suede circular sectional that sat in the middle of the floor. Zay wasted no time picking up Olivia and walking her over to the couch. He gently laid her back and then eased his hands down her waist, feeling for her panties. He smiled once he’d made contact with her g-strings. He would’ve hated to think she was at a party like that with nothing on.

He quickly moved them to the side and dipped his tongue inside her ready goods. Olivia moaned from ecstasy as she let go of herself and allowed him to really go all in.

“Aaaaaaaah…. Mmmmm…. Oooooooh…” She moaned as loud as she could since the sound of her own voice was turning her on and the way Zay’s lips touched her lips drove her insane. She grabbed the back of his head as she held it tight.

“Pleeeeeaaaase,” she said begging for mercy. “Mmmmm…. Oo-oo-oooooh… My Goooooood…” She held his head tighter, grinding her juicy pussy on Zay’s anxious tongue. She wanted him to taste it and to eat it all up. He had a mouthful and was going to work. “Ple-eeee-ase, Oh Pleeeeease…” She called out. “I’m ‘bout to cum baby. I’m ‘bout to cum.”

“Cum in my mouth,” Zay aggressively demanded. “Cum in my mouth, baby.” He could feel Olivia’s grip getting tighter and tighter on his head. This in turn was only making him go harder.

“Oooo-ooooooooH Shit, I’m cumin’!” Olivia let out. “Oooooh, my damn, I’m cumin’.” She took in a deep breath then let it out. “It feels so good,” she said, feeling the muscles in her pussy pulsating.

Zay stood up, ready to put his big dick inside her. She didn’t waste any time opening her legs even wider giving him a personal invite, as Zay slid in deep. He wanted to touch her soul if he could as the walls of her juicy pussy closed in on him, continuing to suck him in.  

“Daaaamn,” he let out a smooth moan. He stroked her walls, watching the white lube inside her pussy lotion the shaft of his dick. It was the most beautiful thing he’d ever saw and Olivia had the best, cream filled pussy he’d ever had. He could feel her nails digging in his back as he continued to pound away at his juice box. He claimed it at the moment, because he knew nobody could put it down like him.

“Yesssssss,” she moaned. “This feels so good,” Olivia whispered. “I love you, baby. I love you.”

Zay heard her and normally he’d respond back, but he was so caught up in a zone that it had his lips sealed and his focus was on pleasing that ass. He kept pumping and pumping her until he felt a tingle in his toes moving up his body. He knew what time it was as he grabbed Olivia’s ass cheeks and pulled them closer to him.

He dug deep.

She moaned.

He dug deeper.

She moaned louder.

“You husband can’t fuck you like this, can’t he?” He questioned as he drilled pleasure inside of her world.

“No, he can’t,” she admitted, taking in a deep breath. “This dick is good. So-oooo-oo Good,” She called out, gripping his back and pulling him closer to her. She wanted to feel all ten inches of his hard rod as she threw it back on it, wanting him to bust one.

With her nails dug deep in his back, his rhythm speeded up and he could tell that he was about to erupt something serious. His snake kept sliding further in as it was going deeper and sliding out longer, until finally, it was pumping mass amounts of venom inside of her. She didn’t care as she lay there, because normally they’d use a condom. But, she was taking birth control anyway, so she knew she wasn’t pregnant.

****

Olivia woke up at the crack of dawn with a smile a mile wide spread across her face. Thoughts of being with Zay that night had her gone. He fucked her so good that she woke up playing with herself. He certainly knew how to please her; it was no doubt about that. He was the best thing that had ever come her way and she wanted so badly to be with him, but she was married to a man that had done nothing but been good to her. How in the hell could she possibly leave him? She looked towards the ceiling to have a small chat with the Man above.

“God, I know I’ve not come to you about anything I’ve had going on lately.” She took in a deep breath. “That’s because I know I’ve been so wrong in my actions. I don’t even know how to talk with you about this now, but it’s just so frustrating. I’m in love with another, but I don’t want to leave my husband. Well, I do, but why should I? He’s good to me and I know he loves me. Either, I’m going to have to shake Zay and make it work with my husband or I’m going to have to serve my husband divorce papers to be with my lover. I know I’m in love with Zay, but what if it’s just the lust of loving him. I’m so confused, God. Would you please give me some clarity? If I need to stay with my husband, show me. If I need to leave Zay, show me. In Jesus name I pray. I love you. Amen.”

No sooner than Olivia could finish her prayer, Mark was calling her cell phone. She looked over at the time which displayed seven o’clock in the morning, and then answered her phone.

“What’s up, boo?” She answered. “I see somebody’s up early.”

“Yeah, I tossed and turned last night without you here.” Mark stated. She could hear the sincerity in his voice as she slightly smiled.

“Aww, I missed you too.” She said, but she knew that it was lie. She was so caught up in Zay’s web until she’d forgotten that she was married. He worked her out some kind of good, busting three nuts; two inside of her and one in her mouth.

“When are you coming back home? I miss you. I think we need to have a lil heart to heart.” He said.

Olivia sat straight up in bed and rubbed her eyes, at the same time as clearing her throat. “We need to have a heart to heart about what?”

Mark paused then started. “I know that you need more in this relationship.” He said, knowing that he’d been short changing her in the bedroom.

Olivia cut in. “You already give me so much,” she said, fidgeting with hands, not knowing where he was going with this.

“I know you have needs and I want to be the one that provides you with that; with everything.” He said. “I wanna be that man; that all around man that’s there for his wife in every way. Whatever you want, just ask and we’ll try it, we’ll do it, we’ll make it work.”

Olivia sat quiet for a moment, holding her chest. All the bad shit she’d did with Zay was now crushing her. If only Mark would’ve said this earlier, he’d still be the only man she would’ve technically only given herself to.

“You there, baby?” He asked since she was so quiet.

“Uh yeah, babe. I’m here,” she responded. “Just hearing you say that to me has truly made me smile. It’s so much I want us to do.”

“I know,” Mark said, feeling like he knew he’d been very selfish with the dick. He knew he had to get it together before he lost his wife. “I promise to be a lot more open minded. Now, when are you coming home? I wanna see you.”

“I’m beat, babe. I’m not gonna even lie. You know how my sister is when she gets to celebrating; especially on her birthday.”

“Oh, I know.” Mark said, feeling like Zoe was more of the wild child, because she’d try or do things that Olivia wouldn’t dare do.

“I’ll be home on tomorrow morning, though. I miss you, too and I think this heart to heart has been something in the making for a long time.”

“I’m glad to hear you admit it.” Mark said. “I can’t wait to see you. Now, get you some rest and drink plenty of liquids. I know with you being with Zoe you were drinking more than red wine last night.

Olivia laughed, because Mark certainly knew her. “Patron,” she said with a shake of the head.

Mark chuckled a little. “Good thing you don’t have a hangover. Just get you some rest and call me later.”

“Okay,” Olivia said. “I love you.” “I know and I love you, too.” And with that, they ended their call. Olivia took the phone from her ear, and then sent Zay a message. It was either now or never and something had to be done. She believed that God was talking to her and she was going to take heed to what he was trying to say.

I need to see you ASAP. O’

Two minutes later, Zay was responding.

I need to see you, too. Come on over.

Olivia read the message and got out of bed. She needed to get dressed, because she and Zay were in for a heart to heart, too. He just didn’t know it yet.

****

Zay sat up in bed with a smile on his face. He couldn’t wait to see Olivia. She’d more than carved a place in his heart and he wanted nothing more than to win her over. He understood that she was already in a marriage, but if she was stepping out on her husband then that marriage wasn’t working. He wanted her. He needed her and he was going to let it be known when she showed up at his door.

He sat there thinking about what he was going to say to her as his cell phone alerted him of an incoming text. He picked up the cell phone and opened up the message, thinking it was her again. Immediately, he shook his head as he read it.

I was just up this way and wanted to stop by to see you. Miss Good P

Zay instantly knew that was a bad idea; especially with Olivia coming over. He sat there then decided to finally message her back after the one hundred times he’d left her hanging.

Sorry, but I have company

In two seconds flat, she was replying to his message.

What kind of company?

“Is this female for real?” He questioned as he frowned, looking at his phone.

I have someone over. Matter of fact, she’s in the bed with me. We’ll have to catch up another time.

He sat there for about ten minutes and she never responded. “Good, maybe now she’ll get the picture,” he said then leaned over and picked up the small square jewelry box that was on his nightstand. Just that quickly his mind was back on Olivia as he smiled, holding on to the box in his hand. A girl’s best friends are diamonds and this was something that he learned a long time ago. He opened up the small box, feeling like she would surely love this gift. It was a pair of white gold, diamond earrings with Blossom Motif from a classic collection by Cartier. The ten thousand dollar purchase should definitely let her know that he was in it to win it; all of her and her heart.

“I don’t know what her husband is planning on doing, but he better get with the program or he’s about to lose her.” He said, and then rolled over out of bed, grabbing his robe and heading in the bathroom to shower before Olivia made it there.