Drunk in Love 3: An Original Love Story (13 page)

Zay allowed her to cry on his shoulder as he rubbed gently in her back. “It happens to the best of us,” Zay whispered thinking back at how Angel played his ass to left and he didn’t have a clue. “But hey, you’re going to be okay. We all go through things. Some worse than others, but I promise you that things will be okay.”

“I’ll just be glad when I get over this betrayal and back to my normal self. These feelings are hindering me from being fully happy. I hate that even now that he’s gone, Mark still controls the way that I feel.”

“You’re in control of your own feelings, babe. Unfortunately, he’s the one that’s hurt you, but it doesn’t last forever.” Olivia cried believing every word that he’d just said, but it didn’t make it hurt any less. She looked over on the bed beside him at her cell phone ringing. Quickly she wiped her tears noticing that it was her mom calling. Zay reached beside him and picked up her phone, handing it to her.

Olivia cleared her throat then answered. “Hey mom,” she said with a cheery tone like she’d had the best morning ever.

“Hey sweetie,” Mrs. Jackson said. “How are you feeling?”

“Better,” she lied.

“Well that’s good.” Mrs. Jackson stated. “I was just calling to make sure that we’ll still be meeting this new man in your life later today. Your father is cooking on the grill for the occasion.”

“Dad’s cooking on the grill? Wow, this must be huge.”

Mrs. Jackson laughed. “You can be quite hilarious, O’. This is huge for all of us. You’re going through a huge transition and you’re going to need all the people that love you by your side completely. I don’t want to push you away. Things are going to get tough with this divorce. It’s not going to be an easy one because you’ve built so much over the years with Mark. Not to mention that you’d built a long term relationship with Felisha that now includes a business venture. You have a lot at stake here sweetie, including your well being when this is all said and done. I just want you to know that I’m fine with you moving on. Hell, I’m glad that you’re moving on. The sooner you can get over Mark, the better. And, the quicker we can get this divorce behind us, the absolute better.”

Olivia smiled inside. It felt good knowing that her family supported her. It definitely meant a lot coming from her mom being that she was always the stricter, mean one.

She walked off from Zay, holding the phone up to her ear while prancing almost in circles. Zay admired the short, yellow, backless, fit & flare dress by Bebe. As she strutted back and forth in the yellow matching Liora strappy wedges, he tilted his head to the side as a sign that she was looking hot as hell. Her sexy body and smooth, chocolate legs always kept him in a trance. Olivia looked back at Zay with a loving smile on her face.

“Mom, I just wanted to say thanks.”

“That’s why I’m here.” Mrs. Jackson responded. “Now, what time should we expect you two to be here?”

Olivia looked over at Zay and pointed down at her watch then whispered. “What time do you think we’ll be heading over there?” Zay smiled with a slight shrug of the shoulders. “Uh mom, I don’t have a specific time, but I’m sure it’ll be later this evening.” She said while hoping to get in a quick make up session with Zay before they went over.

“Okay, that gives your father time to cook and I need to clean up. We’re having a guest.” She sounded really cheerful about their dinner date.

“Mom, you never need to clean up. Your house is so spic and span that if you didn’t lift a finger for two years straight, it still wouldn’t get dirty.”

Mrs. Jackson chuckled with a shake of the head. “You’re so funny, you know that? You just make sure that you show up. Oh and call your sister. I called her this morning and she didn’t answer.”

“Okay mom, I will.” She said.

“Love you.”

“I love you too,” Olivia said and then they ended their call. She walked over to Zay, feeling much better about her situation as she leaned in and kissed his lips. “I love you, too.” She told him.

“Yeah, well why don’t you show me how much.” He teased.

Olivia grinned, showing her beautiful smile. “Oh, I need to show you now, huh? What you’re saying is that actions speak louder than words now, huh?”

Zay laughed at her sense of humor. “I think that’s exactly what I’m saying.”

“Well, say no more.” Olivia said as she tongue kissed him like she meant it then stuck her hand down in his Nike gym shorts; since all he had on was a clean white tee, shorts, and white socks.

“Okay now, what I tell you about starting things?” Well, one thing I know for sure is that we Jackson women never start anything without being able to finish it. Zay smiled just hearing her use her maiden name instead of her married name. This only assured him that she was certainly ready to let go and move on. With one hand in his gym shorts, she rubbed the side of Zay's face with the back of her hand causing him to look away from the TV as the Usual Suspect played in the background. Then she kissed his lips softly again. “I'm so glad you can go home today. I so wanna show you how much I miss you.”

“Me too,” He commented. “I'm tired of this hospital room. It feels like I’ve been lying up in here for a week now. I need to get back in the gym and just work it out. I’ll be back to myself in no time.” As he said that, his stomach growled. Olivia made a sad, puppy dog face as she teased him while still rubbing on his dick inside of his shorts.

“So, what do you have a taste for?” She seductively asked.

“I honestly have a taste for some Jamaican, black pepper shrimp and rice.” He a said then added with a cocky smile, “Oh and some sweet pussy for dessert.”

They both laughed out loud. “Well, I can definitely help you out with that last part.” She teased while slipping her tongue back inside of his mouth like a thermometer checking for his temperature. They kissed passionately for a moment, but she never took her hand off of his dick.

Zay was bricked up by now and his shorts could no longer contain his erected dick. Olivia smiled at his python, feeling ready to indulge in some fun. Within the next minute, Olivia had Zay’s dick in her mouth. She was licking up and down the shaft of thickness while saliva oozed around her fingers and down the back of her hand.

“Damn babe, this shit feel so good.” Zay whispered with a stimulating moan.

Olivia’s mouth was soft and wet. Not to mention, hot and cool at the same time. She was careful at holding his thick, long dick with both hands as she sucked on it with pure pleasure. Zay was caught up in the moment with his head held back and his hand gripping in Olivia’s shoulder length bob. Just as she’d gone half way down on his dick, trying her best to deep throat as much of it as she could, a knock was heard at the door. Zay quickly pulled Olivia up just as the door began to open.

“Coming in,” a thin freckled face nurse said with an anxious smile on her face. Once she noticed what was going on, she smiled. She couldn’t help but notice the nice size package protruding out of his shorts. “I see someone is ready to go home.” She looked from Zay to Olivia as she shyly attempted to wipe the corner of her mouth. All she could do was muster up a smile, feeling somewhat embarrassed that she’d almost gotten caught with a big, black dick in her mouth. “I’m so sorry to bother y'all.” She said. She was holding on to her clipboard wishing she could be as spontaneous as this. Removing her pink ‘Fight for Breast Cancer’ pen from her shirt pocket, she informed Zay of some wonderful news. “Well guess what?”

Olivia stood there already pretty much knowing what the good news was as she quickly cut in. “I’m gonna run in the bathroom right quick.”

“Hm-mm,” the nurse said still smiling. Olivia headed in the bathroom as the nurse looked at Zay. “Let me check this for you,” she said looking over the monitors, and then removing the IV from Zay’s arm. She wrote something down on her clipboard, and then said, “The way it is looking you will be going home. Here are your two prescriptions from the doctor. Make sure you take the entire bottle of antibiotics and only take the pain pills as needed.”

“I will,” Zay happily said with a smile on his face.

Olivia stepped out of the bathroom after having to splash some cold water on her face after she had to wipe the moisture from between her legs. She walked straight over to Zay.

The nurse smiled at her again before making her exit. “Y’all have a good one.”

“Oh we will.” Zay said causing Olivia to playfully hit him on the arm.

“You too,” she said to the nurse. “So that’s the good news.” She said seductively smiling at him.

“The best news I’ve gotten in the past three days.” He said, “Now give me some sugar.” Olivia leaned over and kissed him. “Well bae, we need to get ourselves situated. I’m ready to go home.”

Olivia kneeled down a little so she could help him slip on a pair of his black, Giuseppe Zanotti sneakers. It was the same shoes that he’d worn out that Thursday night. “Good, we have a lot of stuff to do before you head back to Atlanta. First, we’re stopping by my hotel room so that I can give you a little welcome home gift.”

“Oh, was that a sneak peek of it before the nurse walked in?” He teased with a big Colgate smile on his face.

“It sure was.” She softly responded.

“Then what are we waiting for?” He asked hopping down off of the bed.

“Be careful,” Olivia said while picking up her Miss Sicily floral Dolce and Gabbana handbag. The yellow color showing in the floral print definitely set off her ensemble. “You ready?” She questioned.

Zay was moving pretty good to have just gotten shot two nights prior. His muscled physic could be seen through his white tee as he reached for the Dillard’s bag that Dillon had dropped off earlier.

“No, don’t get that. You don’t need to be carrying anything. I got it.” Olivia said, immediately walking over to pick up the Dillard’s bag containing Zay’s clothes that he was going to put on that day.

“Hold up,” he said. “Let me use the bathroom first.”

Olivia stood back and watched him. “Okay, but are you okay?”

“Yes,” he said walking into the bathroom.

“Don’t be moving around so fast now. You still have to take it easy.” She called out over the sound of him peeing.

“I know babe. I got this.”

When Zay stepped out of the bathroom, he couldn't help but to smile at Olivia. She looked stunning standing there. He walked over to her as she faced him. He then put his arms around her waist. “I can’t wait to meet your parents, but I need to grab a little bite to eat on the way to the hotel room.”

Olivia grinned as she lovingly stared at him. “Don’t worry. I’m gonna make sure you’re good and fed before we go to the hotel room. I need you to have all the energy you can get.”

Zay just shook his head, still smiling. “And, this coming from the woman that doesn’t want me moving around so fast.” He teased.

Olivia gently hit him on the arm. “Boy hush,” she said with a playful chuckle then led the way out of the hospital room.

Zay slapped her on the ass. “Damn, I miss doing that.”

“Really,” she giggled. “Can’t wait to find out what else you’ve missed.”

“Me either,” Zay responded as they made their way down the corridor and into the first elevator that they saw already open and available for takeoff. They couldn’t have been happier to be getting the fuck up out of there.

Chapter 11

Meanwhile, Felisha and Mark were still somewhere in Ashville, North Carolina ducked off in the backwoods overlooking a beautiful view of the mountains and a huge lake. They sat outside on the deck of the nice house talking to each other. Felisha was a bit lost as to what she should do next. Nothing was good to her at the moment as she found herself staring off into space with a glass of red wine in her hand.

Mark looked over at her and then down to the wooden table beside her. She was so lost in a trance that she didn’t even realize that her phone was ringing. “Fe,” Mark called out. “Your phone is ringing. Who is that?”

She glanced back at him with a swift roll of the eyes. Her emotions were all over the place. She glanced down on the table at her phone. The caller ID read,
Ms.
Good P
. Felisha just shook her, because she forgotten to call her and knew that she was calling to see what was up with the shop being closed.

“Damn, it’s Patrice.” She said to Mark.

“Shit’s about to get real. People are gonna start asking questions.” He said knowing that the truth was going to come out sooner than later.

“Yeah, and the way my mind is set up right now, I’m about to tell it all. I’m tired of holding this shit in and fighting these feelings. I just can’t do it, anymore.”

Mark stood up from the wooden rocking chair that he’d been kicked back in. He looked at Felisha with an unsure shake of the head.“Well, I’m not sticking around to hear about it. I’m going inside the house to take a shower.”

Felisha took a sip from her wine then answered the phone right before it stopped ringing. “What’s up, girl?”

“Well damn, what is your problem?” Patrice asked while pacing around in front of the nail salon. “I understand that you took a sick day two of the busiest days in a row, but honey business must still operate. You have people in place that can still make that money for you. It’s Sunday morning and we open from eight to one for those that want to make extra money. You already know this. You should be here by now.”

Felisha had to mentally process all of that information then she quickly cut in. “Damn Patrice, breathe girl.”

“Breathe my ass. I’m counting on this paycheck for next weekend when I go out of town on this expense paid, Daytona Beach vacation. You trippin’ girl,” she said with a smack of the lips.

Felisha sighed and took in a deep breath. “Girl, calm the fuck down. Damn, if I have to pay you out of pocket for that lil stank vacation then I will.”

“Okay then, I’m good, but where are you at and why is the shop closed? We could’ve run it for you today. You know you love those coins, girl. Matter of fact, I’ll just come to your house and get the key. I told you to get me one made anyway.”