Drunk in Love 2: An Original Love Story (6 page)

“Maybe I want it to go down,” she responded, while steady pulling her dress up to where now her juicy, chocolate thighs were showing.

“Damn, girl.” Curtis whispered. “I want you.”

“Strip, strip, strip,” Olivia chanted excitedly. She was ready to see what Curtis had to offer. At that moment, it was Fuck Mark and Fuck Zay. Inside that room, they didn’t exist.

Curtis began to ease out of his beach shorts. He was dancing in a slow rhythm, still showing off what he’d been working out so hard in the gym for.

“YES,” Olivia cheesed, sliding to the edge of the bed. She watched Curtis’s shorts fall to the floor. He walked over closer to her as he stood naked in front of her. Her eyes followed down his handsome face, to his ripped muscles and tight abs and then… “OMG!” she said, unconsciously.

Curtis smiled, feeling confident. “I know,” he whispered with a wink.

Olivia squinted to take another good look.
Is he for real?
Her thoughts started quickly sobering up. She leaned in again, not caring what he thought.
Is he for real?
Cutis’s dick was so dried up and short that she was at a loss of words. The prickly, nappy hairs around it only made it look even more shriveled. His manhood, his pride, his little tool, looked nothing like she thought it was going to look. She was looking for MANDINGO, but got herself a funny looking Vienna.

Curtis grabbed at it, like he wanted to stroke it.

Please don’t
, she thought. His hands were much too big for his tiny dick. God had to be punishing him. There was no way a man could walk around that fine and handsome with a miniature package like that. She closed her eyes tight, hoping to open them and see that his dick had grown. Upon opening them back up, she realized it was the same thing she’d seen before.
This has gotta be a dream.

Olivia leaned over all of a sudden and grabbed her stomach. “OH MY STO-MACH!” she called out holding her stomach like she was in pain.

Curtis quickly moved back. “You okay?” He asked out of concern. At that moment, Olivia vomited right in front of him. As the alcoholic liquid hit the floor, his feet felt a bit of its splatter.

Curtis quickly grabbed his shorts. “We can’t do this.” he said, putting them on with a frown on his face. “I’ma get out of here, but I hope that you feel better.”

The minute Curtis was out the door; Olivia smiled to herself, and then wiped her mouth as she walked into the master suite bathroom. Good thing she hadn’t eaten anything earlier and the liquor couldn’t find a solid place to digest, or she would’ve regretted this the next morning.

Daddy said, don’t be hasty.
She thought, wiping her face with a warm wash cloth.
I should’ve listened.

An hour later, house keeper had cleaned the rug and she’d put something light on her stomach. Even though she was feeling better, thoughts of making a phone call nagged at her. She picked up her cell phone then put it back down.

Taking in a deep breath, she sighed almost feeling hopeless.

Chapter 5

Zay wasn’t himself and hadn’t been right since the confrontation with Olivia. He was tired, irritated, and frustrated. Slumped down on the plush leather sofa in his entertainment room, he was definitely going through it. He scanned his bachelor pad, feeling like he should be having the time of his life. However, he was so drunk over Olivia that having the time of his life was only enjoyable when being with her.

As he lay there wrapped in his Louis Vuitton robe, his thoughts reflected on her. He missed her, he adored her, and he loved her. Without a doubt, he was completely drunk in love. He leaned over towards the glass table in front of him and grabbed the Red Bull that he’d set there. He took a couple of swallows and then placed the can back down. He got up off of the sofa and stepped over by the open penthouse window. Gazing out in the open sky had him caught up. The somber gray clouds were gradually becoming darker, almost reminding him of his life at the moment. Nobody could understand how much he cared for Olivia. He didn’t care about her being a married woman. It actually turned him on how clever she could be just to get to him. If she was so head over heels in love with her husband then she wouldn’t have gotten into anything with him; especially nothing as deep and serious as what they shared.

He looked out into the Atlanta traffic. It wasn’t that congested as the rain started to drizzle, tapping against the spacious clear window lightly, drop after drop had him stuck in a trance. He could literally feel his heart breaking inside his chest. He was crushed and his ego badly bruised. Not only had she broken things off to be with her husband, but she also sealed the deal after running into the new psycho bitch in his life, Patrice.

Damn, I just wanna call her, hear her voice. He thought with a sad shake of the head.

That wasn’t going to happen, because she’d gotten the number changed on him. Things had definitely took a nose dive and for the worse in such a short period of time. One minute, he had her whooped and madly in love and the next she was leaving him. He was torn. The reflection of himself from the mirror image of the window showed a tall and dark, physically strong, intelligent, handsome brother wearing only gym shorts with no shirt. Any woman should be proud to be on his arm, but if that was the case then why was he single?

I must be doing something wrong. Every time
I give them my heart, they run over me.
His ex-girlfriend, Angel, even came to mind. She’d definitely did him wrong. Was he being too good to these women? Were they using him for the sex? How could a woman use a man that’s laying pipe that good without falling for him?

Zay disappointedly shook his head as he continued to look out into the Atlanta traffic. The traffic flowed smoothly as the cars drove carefully through the rain with their headlights on. He stood there for a mere twenty minutes with thought after thought leading to no kind of conclusion. The only thing that distracted him was hearing a key unlocking the door to his penthouse as the door knob turned and the door flew open.

Zay shook his head again as Dillon walked in dressed like he was about to be featured in an all exclusive Jay Z video. He was wearing a pair of Dock denim jeans, a white Louis Vuitton belt that was unfastened, and an expensive one hundred and twenty dollar plain white t-shirt that immediately sold out when Kanye West dropped the “hip hop” tee on the internet. To complete his ensemble, he wore a plain white pair of Red Bottom sneakers for men. He was definitely killing the game as he stood there watching his brother staring out into the universe like a sad puppy.

Dillon wanted to laugh as he put his hand on his waist and shook his head from side to side. The only thing that stopped him from roasting Zay was the fact that he knew how he was feeling. Love was a serious thing and Zay had already confided in him that he was definitely in love.

“Man, you gonna stand around the crib moping all day and shit?”

Zay never turned around. He was still staring out the window watching the rain splash against the thick glass. “I’m just relaxing, bro.”

Dillon walked across the room and sat on the sofa that Zay was just laying on. He looked over at his brother standing there with his arms crossed like he wanted to cry. He hadn’t seen him this fucked up since his break-up with Angel.

“Come on over here and sit down. Have a talk with the love Doctor so he can help you find your way.”

Zay turned only his head back to glance at his brother. “If you’re the love doctor, then I feel sorry for a lot of people.”

Dillon chuckled under his breath. “I’m for real. Let’s talk about this thing. It might help you feel better.”

“Bro, you know you can turn a serious conversation into something funny in a heartbeat.”

“I only want to lighten your load,” Dillon sincerely said.

Zay stepped away from the window and headed toward the kitchen. Dillon got up and followed him as he watched his brother go into the refrigerator and come out with a slice of chocolate cake. He sat down on one of the bar stools that were at the granite countertop.

“Man, when was the last time you shaved? Better yet, when was the last time you showered?” Dillon asked with a look on his face like something smelled stank.

Zay ate a piece of the sweet cake that he’d just gotten earlier from the bakery in the lobby on the first floor. He cut his eyes at Dillon. “I told you that I don’t feel like joking.” His tone was more serious.

Dillon took his words seriously, but it was just in him to joke. He hated seeing his brother in this funk. “Nigga, you were talking all that shit like you was Jay Z ‘round here reciting every verse of his on that song.” Zay just shook his head and continued eating the cake. Dillon lightly chuckled. This had to be the perfect time to get his brother to laugh as he started reciting a verse from the
Drunk In Love
song. “Eat the cake, Ana Mae… I say eat the cake, Ana Mae.” Dillon laughed out loud. Zay still showed no signs of paying Dillon any attention so, he continued. “I bite like Mike. She can’t handle this curve.” He was laughing yet again and that’s what made Zay smile a little while he finished off his cake.

“You stupid, you know that?” Zay said with slight smile on his face.

“Finally,” Dillon said, feeling better that he at least saw a smile. “You gotta know who to fuck, Bro and who to let your guard down with. You fell in love with a married woman. I know you can’t tell me that you didn’t see this coming?” Dillon pondered. “At least with Angel, she was the one keeping secrets so you didn’t have a clue that she was engaged to another man, because y’all practically lived together. I can understand that heartbreak, but you shouldn’t have let yourself fall for Olivia.”

Zay’s face was saddened, because he knew it was the truth, but it was easier said than done. “She ain’t like no woman I’ve ever known though. It seemed right. She was perfect for me. We even spoke about her not being happy and wanting to be with me.”

“Yeah, but that’s wanting to be with you. Wanting and being with you is two totally different things.”

“I don’t wanna talk about this.” Zay said.

“What if she got one of them crazy ass husbands that run up on you? You know damn well I’ll end up in prison for killing dude.” He said and meant it. He and Zay may have looked like a couple of pretty boys with a mean swag, but people in the streets knew them. They were far from being pushovers.

“I ain’t thinking about nothing crazy like that.” Zay casually said, like he wished a nigga would. He’d already met Mark in person and had already sized him up in more than one way. “Zay headed inside the bathroom that was partway down the hallway.

Dillon went straight to the refrigerator. He picked up a Styrofoam plate and opened it. “This nigga didn’t touch any of his food yesterday.” He smelled the Chinese food. The shrimp fried rice and chicken wings looked like Zay hadn’t even opened the box to look at the food. “Well, no food goes to waste ‘round here,” he said thinking back when they were younger and eating decent meals wasn’t as privileged in the poor upbringing they had. He sat the box, containing the food, in the microwave and pressed the number three button for three minutes of heating time.

Zay stepped out of the bathroom and entered the kitchen where Dillon was now getting the food out of the microwave.  He walked over by the granite countertop and sat down on one of the bar stools. He had his arms folded, looking at Dillon who had started eating his Chinese food. “Do you ever ask for anything ‘round here?”

“No,” Dillon sarcastically stated as Zay’s phone started to ring. Dillon leaned over since it was sitting right next to him on the charger.

“What does it say?” Zay asked as Dillon looked at the caller ID.

“No name, just a number,” he responded. “I’ll answer it. It’s probably a telemarketer, anyway. I’ma tell this bitch to suck these nuts. I bet they won’t call you back after that.”

Zay grinned with a shake of the head. Dillon was definitely special in his own way.

“Yeah,” Dillon answered like he was the man. He looked at Zay with a frown since no one had responded. “Is anybody there?” He put the phone down and whispered to Zay. “It’s probably your new psycho.”

“Hang up,” Zay whispered back.

“I’ma cuss her crazy ass out.” Dillon said, putting the phone back to his ear. “Aye,” but before he could come out with it…

“Hey Dillon, is Zay there?” Olivia softly asked. She’d met Dillon a few times while visiting Zay, so she definitely knew it was him when he answered. Dillon’s eyes widened. Instantly, a smile spread across his face.

“What?” Zay whispered with an unsure look on his face. “I ain’t fooling with you.” He got up to head to his bedroom as Dillon started talking loud and fast.

“Heyyyy Olivia.” This stopped Zay in his tracks immediately. “He’s right here.” Dillon said, handing the phone out to Zay.

Zay looked at him, his face was unreadable then he pushed Dillon in the chest with a light chuckle. “You play too fucking much.”

“I’m serious, Bro. She’s on the phone.” Dillon said, nudging the phone his way.

Zay frowned as he hesitantly grabbed the phone. If Dillon was lying, he was going to do more than push him in the chest. He was going to give him a black eye. He put the phone up to his ear.

“Hello,” he said, trying to sound cool and calm. 

“Hey,” Olivia spoke back.

Zay gloomy appearance brightened. The sound of her voice was pure, sweet, and innocent. He loved her and it showed anytime her presence was felt. “Hey, how are you doing?” He asked, looking at Dillon with a smile on his face as he headed to his bedroom. Once in his room, he dived across his waterbed with the phone still pressed to his ear.

“I’m living,” Olivia responded, but hearing Zay’s voice had just given her the air she needed to breathe. She loved him so much that it had her torn. “So, how are you?”

Zay shrugged his shoulders. “I could be better,” he said, missing her like crazy.

“Tell me about it.” She softly responded.

“So, how are things? How are you? The last conversation we had, you were completely ending it.”