Drunk in Love 2: An Original Love Story (9 page)

Olivia sat quietly with her head propped up on her knee as she watched him from the back. Zay put the wash cloth under the faucet, getting it super hot again then rinsing the water out and pressing it against his face again.

“Baby, can we talk?” Olivia called out. She knew that her confused state of mind only added more uncertainty for him. She felt and just wanted to talk to him.

“Yeah, we can talk,” he said coming out of the bathroom. The print of his dick could be seen swaying from side to side as he made his way over to the bed. He sat down and stared into her beautiful Asian looking eyes. “I think it’s time for me to talk.”

Olivia was a little thrown off, but she went with the flow. “Okaaay,” she spoke in a soft tone.

“I love you,” he started. “I can’t lie. You do something to me. I feel better when I’m with you. Thinking of your pretty face and loud, sweet laughter always puts a smile on my face.” He said, pushing her black bangs out of her face. She was even prettier with her real hair. “I understand where you’re coming from on everything you’ve spoken about. I can’t very well step in and tell you to leave your husband for me. I know how I feel about you, but I can’t say that he loves you any less just because he fucked up. Men have the tendency to do that.” He said, thinking about his past relationships where all he did was cheat. That’s why when Angel did him in, for a long time he felt it was karma coming back to bite him in the ass. He shook his head, thinking that maybe karma was still putting in a little work.

Zay put his hand under Olivia’s chin to make her look up at him since she’d dropped her head, trying to wipe her tears. “Look, I’m gonna be here for you whatever you decide to do. I honestly think it’s in your best interest to make sure that you’re doing the right thing. So if that means going back to your husband to see if that’s where you really want to be, then do that.” He said, but in saying that he was definitely setting things in motion to play in his favor. He knew that Mark was no good for Olivia and he wanted her to really see it for what it was and be able to close that door for good. He was simply going to fall back until that door was completely closed. However, he’d remain in the background if she needed him, because he was most certain that she would eventually need him.

Olivia wanted to say something, but there was nothing that she could say. She saw where this was leading quite some time ago.

“I’m gonna leave sometime later today if possible. I’ll have to see what flights are going out.” Zay said. The insides of his stomach cringed just to say that, because deep down he wanted to stay, but this was the only way it could be for the moment.

Olivia’s eyes watered, because deep down she didn’t want him to leave, either. Finally, she spoke up. “Please, can’t you just stay and leave out in the morning or something?”

“I think it’s for the best. You need to really get your thoughts together and return back to the states to handle your business. Me being here is only further more of a distraction, even if you can’t see it right now.”

“But, I don’t want you to—”

Zay cut her off with a kiss. He couldn’t take it anymore. Before he’d leave Montego Bay, he was going to make sure to leave a lasting impression on Olivia’s heart. Without a doubt, he was going to make sure that she’d come back. No matter how long it took her. She’d be back.

Olivia succumbed to Zay’s sweet kisses as his tongue intertwined with hers. She was caught up in the moment and wanted him more than ever. His sweet kisses went from her mouth to her ear lobe, and then to her sensitive neck. “I love you,” she whispered. “Please, believe me when I say that.”

“I know,” Zay whispered back. His tongue slowed danced around her neck, causing chills to go up and down her spine.

“Mmmm-mmm,” she softly moaned. “Please stay,” she begged.

Zay ignored her and continued kissing her. His smooth lips slowly maneuvered down to her chocolate, perky breast as he slid the straps, of the white silk slip, off of her shoulders and began to massage and suck her breasts. His touch was serious causing Olivia to tremble inside. It felt so good to her.

“Ahhh,” she softly moaned, holding the back of his head. “Baby, pleeeaaase,” she pleaded, but what she was pleasing for she really didn’t know. It just felt so good that she had to say something.

“Damn, your body tastes so good,” Zay whispered while sucking from one nipple to the other as he held her breast close to the other. In a fast paced rhythm, he intensely tongue teased both breast so good until Olivia’s hot pocket began to fill with sweet juices that could be felt oozing down the crack of her butt. “Ba-by,” Olivia softly uttered. She quivered inside from Zay’s sensual touch as his tongue and hands explored her body.

He smoothly pulled his pants down past his butt while continuing to suck on Olivia’s eager titties. She could feel his python hissing around her slippery dug out, trying to come in. Zay’s hand reached down and grabbed the shaft of his thick wood and applied nothing but pressure as he slid it inside her.

“Sssssssssssssss,” Olivia sounded out, taking in a deep breath. Zay’s dick was giving her walls a much needed massage as she grabbed his back. Clawing at his skin, she moaned from the feeling of his deep pumps going in and out of her cream puff.

Looking down at himself stroking Olivia’s good pussy, Zay could see the cream coating the shaft of his thick pipe. This within itself, made him turn the volume up as he long stroked her, causing waves and vibrations to shudder inside her body. He was aiming for the spot that would cause her to erupt like a rushing volcano all over his dick. He stroked her wet insides, even sounding off moans of pleasure himself. The pussy was good and he could stroke it all day if time allowed him to.

“Damn,” was all he could say as he pushed Olivia’s legs back by her head and stood up in her pussy. His long rod fondled her insides. He could hear her pussy slurping and talking shit as it popped and spit at him. He could feel her nails digging in his back and it made him want to go deeper as he slow stroked her goods the long way.

He could feel her muscles gripping his dick as it felt compressed between the warmth of her slick walls and the secretions of her juices flowing.

Damn,
Zay thought, continuing to put in work while whispering in Olivia’s ear. “This is my pussy,” he whispered.  He wasn’t asking. He was just making it clear.

Olivia threw her pussy in his direction, wanting him to go as deep as he could. It felt good and she could easily feel the orgasmic eruption that was taking place as she squirted uncontrollably, wetting up the bed.

Zay teased her, kissed her, massaged her, and most importantly consoled her. Just because he was leaving didn’t mean that he didn’t want her to think about him. He adored her, and just knowing that Mark had fucked up was reason for him to fight for her. He just had to do it in a more delicate manner. It seemed like he was letting Mark win, but Zay was sure that he wouldn’t. It was going to be a matter of time before their marriage ran its course. Until then, he was going to fuck Olivia senseless in Montego Bay before going their separate ways. She wouldn’t be able to forget about him if she tried.

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Meanwhile, back in Augusta, GA, Mrs. Jackson stood in the kitchen of their home wiping over the sparkling beige countertop with a dishrag. She was consumed with thoughts of her daughter ever since she skipped the country. Something was definitely going on with her and she wanted to find out what it was. It was eating at her that they didn’t always confide in her. She was always the last to know something, but the first to clean it up. She sighed a little while walking past the stainless steel stove then past the refrigerator, picking up the cordless phone that sat at the end of the granite countertop. Taking in a frustrated deep breath, she dialed Olivia’s number then quickly hung up.

Mr. Jackson sat at the dining room table reading the morning newspaper. He’d been glancing back and forth from the paper to his wife. She was definitely a nervous wreck on the inside, but on the outside she was composed. He knew her better than she knew herself and he loved her with all his heart, but a lot of troubles she had with their girls were because of her and her snooping. He gently shook his head from one side to the other as Mrs. Jackson tapped the phone lightly in her hand as she stood there. She turned the phone back on, hearing the dial tone on the other end, but hung the phone back up once again.

“Winston,” she irritably called out.

“Yes sweetheart,” Mr. Jackson responded as he continued to read the newspaper.

“How could you sit over there in your own lil world like you have no care about your daughter? She’s in trouble. Winston, we need to help her.” She sincerely said.

Mr. Jackson glanced up from his newspaper, adjusting his Cartier reading glasses that covered his tired eyes. Without saying a word, he started back reading his paper. Just like he knew Mrs. Jackson, she knew him. He was worried, but in his own way. He only wanted the best for his girls, including her. When she’d go off in fits or pry a little too much in their daughter’s business then he’d let her deal with her own repercussions.  For the past couple of days, the only way he could deal with her was to be quiet and just listen. When she’d get like this, he found himself giving her the same repeated advice over and over again.

“Winston, what should I do? Should I call her back since she hasn’t called us back? I mean, she doesn’t even know that I’ve put my business on hold to run her salon. She hasn’t even called to check on it.”

“There are people hired for that. I’m sure that it was handled before she left.” Mr. Jackson uttered, while continuing to read the paper.

“Nobody is going to run your business or take care of your business like you will and since she’s not here then I’m more than capable of sitting in her office and making sure that business continues to run smoothly until she returns.”

Mr. Jackson spoke from behind the newspaper like he was multi-tasking between reading and talking with his wife. “How is that working out, Dear? Didn’t you say that the receptionist quit the day before yesterday?”

Mrs. Jackson sat the phone back down on the receiver then folded her arms with a light smack of the lips. “Winston, don’t put that on me.” She matter-of-factly spoke. “I know you think it was something that I did, but it wasn’t. The girl that quit is Felisha’s cousin and she just decided to go work as the receptionist in Felisha’s shop instead. I have no clue what that was about being that she’d been working in O’s salon for a couple of years, but she did sit down to talk with me while resigning nicely.”

“Um-hum,” Mr. Jackson roughly responded as he flipped the newspaper to the next page and continued reading.

“Why haven’t we heard from Mark? It just seems really strange that he hasn’t attempted to call us. Think about it. Their house burned down and he doesn’t even attempt to call, either. He visits more than our daughter, so why wouldn’t he call?” She was now irritably prancing back and forth in a pair of Red Bottoms that matched her shirt as they clicked on the expensive tiled floor. “I’m telling you Winston, there is trouble in paradise.” Mr. Jackson glanced over at her, admiring the way she stood there dressed in a hip hugging, knee length white skirt with a silk, long sleeve red blouse neatly tucked on the inside it. She looked more like a sexy attorney than a Psychiatrist.

“Sweetheart, that’s none of our business. When Olivia decides to tell us what happened then we can talk facts. I don’t want to speculate anything right now. From what I know, the fire was an accident and nobody is being charged with it. We need to leave it at that and I’m sure when Mark wants to talk to us, he will.” He said, then went right back to reading the newspaper. He was definitely milder mannered and easy going compared to her being more headstrong and controlling, but somehow their marriage worked by balancing each other out.

Mr. Jackson peeked from behind the paper again as Mrs. Jackson went straight back to the cordless phone. Immediately she picked it up and dialed a number. She glanced over at her husband as he shook his head at her.

“Hello,” she said as soon as she’d heard someone on the line.

“Mom, its ten o’clock in the morning, what could you possibly want?” Zoe asked, rubbing her eyes.

“Mark cheated, didn’t he?” Mrs. Jackson quickly asked.

“Kay,” Mr. Jackson called out in the background, finally sitting the newspaper down on the dining table.

“Mom, are you serious? It’s Saturday morning, you should be somewhere getting a facial at the spa and enjoying your day. Why are you bothering yourself with something that has nothing to do with you?”

“Zoe, it has everything to do with me when it concerns y’all.” Mrs. Jackson stated. Hearing his wife call out Zoe’s name eased Mr. Jackson’s nerves, being that he initially thought that she was talking to Olivia. Instead of sticking around though, he grabbed his coffee and headed to the entertainment room.

“Mom, pleeeeeease,” Zoe dragged while yawning. “Your daughter is fine. Yes, she’s going through some things, but aren’t we all. Nobody’s life is perfect, no matter how much you’d like it to be.”

Mrs. Jackson sighed. “She could at least call. I just feel so left out and it hurts to not know what’s going on with her.”

“I’ll talk to her for you.” Zoe cut in, hearing the concern and sincerity in her voice. “Hey mom, I think it’s nice that you took it upon yourself to go take over the salon until O’ returns.”

“Well, somebody has to make sure that the business continues to run smoothly. She’s worked too hard to let it fall apart now.”

Zoe smiled, because even though their mom was hard on them, she’d also move mountains for them too if she had to. “Well, I need you to go relax with dad. Take him out to eat or something and I’ll call O’ later today when I start moving around. I agree with you, though. She could call you and talk about what’s going on with her. That’s the least she can do.”

Mrs. Jackson smiled, because it was very rare for Zoe to agree with her. “Thanks love,” Mrs. Jackson said. “You should come home tonight. I’ll get your father to cook on the grill.”