Drunk In Love: An Original Love Story (16 page)

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An hour and half later, Olivia was knocking lightly on Zay’s door. She didn’t know how she was going to be able to walk away from such a fun and exciting relationship. One that seemed to keep her in the best of spirits with a guy she’d grown very fond of in just three months time.

Zay opened the door with a smile on his face. “Hey sexy,” he spoke causing her to share his smile. He admired her standing there in a fitted pair of black jeans, a white button down blouse, and a simple black pair of Manolo’s.

“Hey you,” she spoke, so drunk in love with this nigga till she didn’t know how she’d be able to let all of him go.

Zay pulled her in the doorway and started kissing her. She was lost for a moment in the deep kiss, but she pulled away from his grips, knowing that she was there on a mission. If she allowed herself to get caught up in his passion then she was going to be stuck between two men for the rest of her life and something had to give.

“Are you okay?” He asked, feeling a little tension in the air.

“We need to talk,” she said, walking in past him. Zay followed her over to the sofa as she sat down.

“About what?” He asked with a concern look on his face, and then sat down beside her.

“About us,” she started.

Zay just looked at her then decided to cut in. “I have something I’d like to share with you, too.”

“Oh really?” Olivia said with a slight smile on her face as her eyes brightened. “You go first.” She said, because in that moment if he wanted to fight for her then she was going to fight for him. Looking in his handsome face told her that he definitely had her heart and she could honestly see herself being with him.

“No, you go first.” He insisted. He was ready to go all in, but he wanted to see if she was willing to go all in, too. If she was then it was over for Mark and he meant it.

She sat quiet for a moment, thinking about the earlier conversation with Mark. She loved her husband for the man that he was, but she wasn’t in love with him and she definitely wasn’t fully happy with him. She looked at Zay, because he had her heart, but would she be fucking up to leave a marriage that she’d invested so much in for someone that may not be who she was hoping he’d be?

Olivia’s head began spinning for a moment as she tried to get the words out. “I love you. I’ve never been with a man that has shown me as much passion and desire as you’ve shown me. Its days when I wake up, feeling like I need you in my life and nights before I go to sleep, wishing that it was you laying next to me. I can’t lie. I’m drunk in love with you.” Zay smiled, because he liked where this conversation was going.

Olivia touched the back of his hand and continued. “I was so wrong for allowing this relationship to go as far as it has.”

Zay’s smile disappeared as his heart seemed to have stopped for a moment. “I’m a married woman and I should act as such.”

His eyes filled with water, but he held his composure as he stared at her.

“I’m so sorry,” she said as her lips trembled, because it was breaking her heart just as much as his. She had to do it, though. Mark didn’t deserve the things that she was doing to him. Plus, he called and wanted desperately to work on their marriage and downfalls. How could she deny him of that? “I’m so sorry,” she said again. Those were the only three words she could get out at the moment, and then her eyes glanced down at the glass table in front of her as she saw the small, black jewelry box.

Zay’s eyes followed hers to the box, and he quickly snatched it up.

Olivia tried wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. “Was that for me?” she asked with steady tears running down her face. “You weren’t going to-”

“Nooooooo, how could I?” Zay quickly asked. “You’re already married.” He said, starting to feel played, used, and abused.

“I’m sorry,” she said, feeling even worse now after seeing that small, black box. Her heart sank, wondering what was in it. Now, her thoughts drifted to what he wanted to talk about. How could she even ask him now? He looked hurt as she stared in his eyes. She could see the tears in his eyes, but not one tear fell as his facial expression began to harden a little.

“So, you came over here to completely break things off with me?” He asked, gripping the small, black box in the palm of his hand. He turned with a disappointed nod of his head. “So, you want to stay with a man that doesn’t make you happy?”

“He wants to work on our marriage,” she said, feeling so bad for hurting him. “He wants to work on y’all’s marriage?” Zay couldn’t believe that she was willing to work on her marriage after she’d given him so much of herself in the past few months. “You gotta be kidding me?”

“I have to give him a chance.” She cried. “I’d be less of wife not to.”

“You’re less of a wife now, standing in my face talking about you wanna make it work with your husband, but knowing you’re in love with me.” He attempted to walk off, but Olivia grabbed him by the arm.

“Please talk to me,” she said. “Please.”

“Please leave,” he pushed her back off of him.

“I can’t leave you like this.”

Zay looked at her coldly. “Leave me like what? I’m good,” he coolly said, but deep down he was beyond hurt. He was ready to fight over this woman. All she had to say was that she wanted him too and he would’ve.

“This conversation is over. This ridiculous meeting is over, because personally you could’ve called and told me this. You didn’t have to come over.”

“But, I wanted to see you.” She cried.

“See me for what?” He asked, getting angry. “You wanted to see my cry?”

“Noooo,” she said, shaking her head.

“You wanted to get some kind of reaction out of me, then?” But before she could answer, he kept talking. “You ain’t going to see nothing, not even me no more. So leave,” he demanded. Olivia could tell that he meant business and because she’d never seen this side of him before, she sadly turned and left. ****

Inside the elevator, Olivia cried. It was a part of her that wanted to go back and apologize. If only she could jump in his arms and tell him that it would be alright and that she loved him so much. But that was so much easier said than done. She’d broken his heart and right now she knew it was nothing she could do to mend it.

She looked up at the floor display. 18…17…16…15… She reached out to maybe stop the elevator. Her heart was pounding. It was a feeling inside of her that told her once she’d left the building it was no coming back. Did she really want to leave the building and walk out of Zay’s life for good?

9…8…7…6…

“Okay O’, get it together,” she told herself and quickly dried up her tears to the best of her ability. The elevator gradually came to a stop as it hit the first floor. Olivia stepped off while digging in her purse for her Gucci shades. No sooner than she could pull her shades out she bumped into Patricia.

“Oh heeeey, Olivia,” Patricia spoke, completely caught off guard by seeing her.

“Hey,” Olivia spoke, looking just as clueless as they stood there staring at each other.

 “What you doing here?” they both asked at the same time, and then started smiling.

Olivia quickly put her shades over her eyes, knowing that she looked like she’d been crying.

“Oh, I was just visiting with my realtor. Getting this building in Atlanta is proving harder than I thought.” She faked a chuckle.

“Oh, I see.” Patricia chuckled back, still unaware of what exactly was going on. “Well, I’m here to see my new man.”

“You have a man?” Olivia pondered, not knowing anything about that. “That’s great. Who’s the lucky guy living in this building?” She asked, knowing that anybody that lived in that building had to have a little cake.

“His name is Xavier. I don’t know if you saw him that day when he came in the salon. He was the one that the women were making a fuss over; because of the Bentley he drove.”

Olivia’s heart completely left her chest as she stood there looking like a fool. It was a good thing that the Gucci shades she was wearing, was covering the menacing look in her eyes. At that moment, she wanted to hurt Zay and Patricia.

“Oh, uh… I heard the fuss over him and I do believe that I remember who you’re talking about. I only glanced him, though.”

“Yeah, we’ve been talking to each other since that day. Girl, I think he’s the one. With a dick that good, I ain’t going nowhere.”

Olivia cleared her throat. She was suffocating on her words just hearing that Zay had fucked Patricia. “You slept with him pretty quickly, huh?”

“Did you see him? Who in their right mind wouldn’t? I’m claiming that hot sexy man. That’s why I’m here now.” She held up the bag in her hand. “I bought Chinese. That’s what we ate the first time I visited.”

Olivia pretended to be happy for her, even though she wanted to reach out and punch her in the throat. “Well, enjoy your lunch. I need to be making my way back to Augusta. My business is handled here.” She said, brushing her hair down with her hand as a sign of feeling anxious.

“Okay we will, and be safe going back.” Patricia said as she and Olivia went their separate ways. No sooner than Olivia could reach the lobby doors, she was calling Zay’s phone.

“Hello,” he answered, hoping that she was changing her mind.

“So, you’re fucking my receptionist, Patricia?” She instantly asked with anger in her voice.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Zay quickly asked with a frown on his face.

“Just answer my question. Are you fucking Patricia?”

Zay was definitely caught off guard. He couldn’t figure out how she would know that and obviously she’d just found out. “We had a one night stand back when your husband was suspecting you of cheating.” He admitted.

Olivia shook her head, feeling more hurt than him now. “And to think I was going to leave my husband for you.”

Hearing those words crushed Zay, because that’s all he wanted her to ever do. He tried to get through to her. “I don’t want that girl. She knows that.”

“I can’t tell, because she should be knocking on your door soon.”

“No the fuck she shouldn’t be,” Zay said, starting to get angry.

“You’re not who I thought you were.” Olivia said.

Zay was even angrier now. “And you’re not who the fuck I thought you were, either. And why should it matter who I’ve fucked, anyway? Aren’t you still fucking your husband? Didn’t you just break things off with me to work it out with him? Well, go do that.” Zay said as he hung up in Olivia’s face.   

Olivia got to her car and hit the unlock button as she pulled the door handle and got inside it. She couldn’t believe that things had turned out the way they had. God was certainly talking to her and she was listening. She sat inside the car for about ten minutes thinking, and then she picked up her phone to call her husband. He answered on the first ring.

“Hey love,” she said.

“Hey baby,” Mark spoke back. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing much,” she said. “Just on my way to grab something to eat,” she lied. “I just wanted you to know that I love you.” She said. “We’ll talk later.”

“Okay baby,” Mark said. “I love you, too.”

“Okay,” she said just above a whisper and with that, they ended their call. She’d told Mark that she wasn’t going to come home until the next day, but she wanted to surprise him. Plus, she needed a good, long, sincere hug. She had fucked up in her marriage and she just wanted to make things right; not only with Mark but also with Felisha. She was her right hand and best friend and as soon as she and Mark ironed things out, she was going to pay her bestie a visit.

She headed down I-20 toward Augusta, GA. She was hurt, but glad that now she had some closure with Zay. He wasn’t good for her, anyway. As she headed home, she called Zoe to let her know that she was going back a day early.

After speaking with Zoe for about five minutes, she then called Felisha, but she didn’t answer. She decided to leave her a voicemail message.

Hey bestie. I just want things to be good with us. I hope you’re doing okay and kiss lil Romeo for me. We have some catching up to do.

Chapter Eighteen

Felisha sat on the edge of her bed, feeling bitter. She hated that Olivia ended up with the life that she was supposed to have. Felisha’s love for Olivia was twisted, because a part of her wanted Olivia to be happy. However, another part of her was torn between loving the person that had been there since pre-school or the man she’d fallen madly in love with eight years prior.

She looked over at Mark as he stood there not knowing what to say, because he knew that she was hurting. The look in her eyes was saddened, unlike the hopeful look he’d saw when they had gone to The Master’s together a week prior. She stood up and walked over to him.

“You know that was her just calling me, right?”

“I know,” he said. “She probably just wants to make sure that y’all are good.”

“I don’t know what to say to her right now.” She said, strutting around him in a very sexy, satin baby doll nighty by Victoria Secret. “So, what’d she say when you spoke with her? Is she coming home?” 

“Nah, she ain’t coming home until tomorrow. She actually just called to check on me.” Mark said, already feeling like he knew where this was going. He knew that what Felisha truly wanted she couldn’t have and that would always interfere with her and Olivia’s relationship.

“Don’t you miss me, just a little bit?” She asked, circling him in slow motion, twirling in her hair.

 “I thought you needed me to put the ceiling fan up in lil Romeo’s room. How did we end up in here?” Mark asked shaking his head, and then nosily looking around. “What exactly did you need me to see in here?”

“I just needed you to see me,” Felisha said, walking up on him and lightly kissing him on the lips. Mark quickly moved back.

“You know how I feel about my wife.” He said, turning from Felisha and attempting to walk out her room. “This cannot happen.”

Felisha grabbed him by the arm. “Don’t leave. I miss you. I miss your touch. Don’t act like you don’t know what I can offer you. I know it’s been four years, but you can’t tell me that you’ve forgotten.” She said, thinking back at the time she and Mark was last together. “We shared some special moment’s together way before you even got married to Olivia. You remember, don’t you?” She asked, breathing on his neck in hopes of seducing him.