Drunk In Love: An Original Love Story (7 page)

She had her phone up to her ear, as she’d connected their call. “So, you changed your mind?” She spoke in the phone while standing directly in front of Zay with a big pretty smile on her face.

Zay smiled, peeping out her attire as he held the phone up to his ear. She was cute in a pair of skinny leg blue jeans, a beige blouse that hugged her around the hips with a plunging neckline that showed her perfect sized breasts. Her five inch beige stiletto’s extended her legs and the way she batted her eyes at him made him change his mind quickly.

“Nah, I was just calling to see if you liked Chinese food.” He smiled.

“Of course I do,” she said then walked in passed him, looking around his crib. “Wow, it’s really nice in here.” She said, having never seen a place this nice in person. Through the glass windows, she could see the bright skyline filled with stars as the full moon shown above. She’d gotten lost in thought, watching the view of the decorative city lights. It had her feeling like she was in a movie with the man of her dreams.

“Hey,” Zay called out from the adjoining kitchen, snapping Patrice out of her thoughts. She looked back at him with a satisfying smile on her face. He was sexy as hell, standing behind the white granite countertop and holding up a bottle of wine. “Have some?”

“Sure,” she said, not knowing what kind it was, but she was going to drink it.

“Have a seat,” he said as he noticed her walking around and checking out his things. She seemed intrigued. He walked over and handed her a glass of red wine, and then he sat down on the sofa. Patrice sat down beside him. “I’m impressed,” she said. “I should’ve known that you had it like this, driving a Bentley and all.”

Zay smiled. “Hard work pays off.”

“I see,” Patrice said. “I can’t wait to get my status up like this.”

“So were you the receptionist at that salon or do you actually do hair there?”

“I’m the receptionist, but I’d like to own a salon one day. I don’t know if you seen her or not when you were there, but the owner, Olivia, makes damn good money. She and her husband own the place and since it opened three years ago, it’s been booming.”

“So, you’ve been working there for three years?” Zay asked, trying to feel her out. It was important for him to know what kind of woman he was dealing with. He didn’t need a woman that that wasn’t on top of her game.

“No, only a year and a half,” she said. “My cousin, Felisha, and Olivia are best of friends. For a long time, Felisha worked there as the front desk receptionist and then she moved on to do nails and toes. When she started doing nails and toes, she’d gotten me the receptionist position.”

Zay raised an eyebrow. “So, being the receptionist can lead to you doing other positions that pay more?” He asked like he needed her to be clearer on what she was trying to say.

“Well, let’s just say that my cousin, Felisha, now has her own nail salon that just opened a few weeks ago.”

Zay smiled, already knowing a little something about Felisha, having met her the first night he met Olivia.  “So, she was able to do enough nails and toes to get her own shop?”

Patrice chuckled at his sense of humor. “Well, not exactly, but Olivia and her husband helped finance her to be able to open it.”

“Oh, okay,” Zay said. “I see now.” Olivia never said anything about that, she’d just told him that her best friend was doing good for herself and had opened a new business doing nails.

“My cousin said that she’d help me to open my own business in a couple of years and I want a hair salon that has everything going on it. Drinks and all,” she said then turned up the red wine. “This shit is bitter as hell.”

Zay laughed. “You have to have an acquired taste for wine. What do you drink? I probably have what you want.”

Patrice smiled with thoughts of having to be more reserved. The truth was that she loved drinking beer, Bud Ice beer. She was a hood chick all day long, but she looked real classy and ladylike in the streets.

“Oh no, the wine is fine,” she said. “The red wine I drink is normally sweet.” She lied, knowing she knew nothing about wine.

“I’ll fix you another glass. I have sweet, red wine.” He grinned. Just as he got up to walk back into the kitchen, the doorbell rang. “Well, that must be the Chinese food.”

“Good,” Patrice said. “Because I’m hungry as hell.”

****

Two hours later, Patrice woke up next to Zay on the sofa. She grinned to herself at the two wine bottles they’d drank and the good conversation they’d had before they fell asleep. She looked over at him and smiled as he slept peacefully with his head laid back. She liked him a lot and their conversation was very enlightening. He explained his position as a NFL sports agent and spoke highly of the perks that came with it. He was funny and had her laughing about the craziest things.

He told her that one time he’d gone to meet with one of his clients and upon walking in his client’s office; he was greeted by a fuck session. His client had two women bent over on the sofa and was fucking one and then the other. The client then asked him to join him if he wanted to, but Zay said that he didn’t. To Patrice, that was just too funny and she liked hearing about his crazy life and the interesting things happening in it.

She pushed his dreads back out of his face and just stared at him. He was definitely a boss in his own rights and from the hard work he’d spoke of, he deserved every good thing he got. She wanted to be one of those good things. She looked down at his private area, seeing the bulge in his pants. She’d been staring at it every chance she got. Then before she knew it, she had gotten on her knees in front of him and eased his dick out of his pajama pants. Zay was startled a bit as he woke up and looked at her. She was too caught up, holding his thick Johnson in her hands to even know that he’d awakened. It was like she was in awe to see something so pretty and big.

“What are you doing?” Zay groggily asked as he felt her tiny hands wrapped around his dick.

She snapped out of her thoughts and looked up at him. “This,” she said and immediately put her warm mouth around his dick. Zay wanted to jump up and stop her since he wasn’t planning on taking things this far, but the chick had a serious head game. She had him wet and hard in no time as she sucked on him like she was sucking out of a straw. She was going in, not letting up like she wanted him to bust in her mouth, but he couldn’t. There were only two women that could make him cum off of giving him head, and they were Angel and Olivia.

“Damn, baby.” Patrice said, after giving Zay head for about twenty-five minutes. “Don’t you wanna stick this dick in some warm, good pussy?”

Damn, she freaky
, he thought. “Nah,” he said then moved her out of the way. She had definitely gotten him horny, but he wasn’t about to fuck her.

Patrice stood up and stripped out of her clothes. “You sure you wanna turn this down?”

“Damn,” Zay spoke just above a whisper. She stood there in a lime green, lace panty and bra set. Her curves were in all the right places and this put a kool-aid smile on his face.

“Well,” she said, putting her hands on the sides of her hips.

Zay didn’t speak as he stood up and walked to his bedroom. Patrice stood there half naked in her stilettos as she watched him disappear down the hallway. He didn’t say follow me or nothing. So, she was a bit confused.

Zay entered his bedroom and sat down on the edge of his bed. True enough, Patrice was one sexy ass woman with the cutest face and smile, but she wasn’t anything out of the normal for him. He had women that were pretty as hell, ass fat as all outdoors, and sweet personalities of different types. It was nothing for a woman to throw themselves on him all the time. He fucked some and some he passed on. Patrice seemed to be no different. If she was trying to get him to notice her, she was going about it the wrong way.

He contemplated telling her to leave, but thoughts crept in about Olivia and her husband. Patrice had painted a really nice picture of them and their marriage. She spoke about wanting a husband like Mark, because he was good to his wife and Olivia always got flowers and candy at the salon. He knew about the surprise lunch and dinner dates and how Mark was the perfect man. Patrice even mentioned that Olivia would never leave him and that’s the part of the conversation that stuck out the most.

He’d been whipped and whipped good. Olivia’s pussy had him so tamed that he hadn’t thought about sticking his dick in another broad. It had been three months and he knew that he was only fucking her. However, in those three months, he knew that she had to be still fucking her husband. He knew what he’d signed up for, but he wasn’t going to be a fool for love like he was with his Angel.

He got up off of the bed, having made his decision. He went inside his dresser drawer and grabbed a condom, and then headed back up front where Patrice was probably still standing, looking clueless as ever.

“Hey,” he said with a quaint smile. “Sorry ‘bout that. I had to grab one of these.” He said, holding up the condom.

Patrice smiled back. “I thought you’d left me hanging.” She said, and then pulled her panties down around her ankles as she stepped out of them. She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, allowing it to roll down her arms and off her wrists.  

Zay walked over closer to her and reached out his hands to massage her perky breast as she stood there naked. He then wrapped his tongue around her left nipple, but stopped suddenly as he looked her directly in the eyes.

“I don’t want to be in a relationship.”

“Okaaaay,” Patrice eagerly responded. All she wanted to do was fuck him so good that he’d change his mind.

“No, I mean it. I don’t want any strings attached and I don’t want you mentioning this to anybody.”

Patrice frowned a bit, but caught herself and straightened up. “Uh, who would I tell about this, anyway? Don’t nobody know you.”

“Well, let’s keep it that way.” Zay said with a serious look on his face. “Let’s just enjoy the moment and I promise to make it well worth the visit. I just don’t want you saying anything, not to your friends, your cousins, or to the people you work with.”

Patrice laughed. “You act like you’re hiding something.”

“I’m not, but I’m a very private man. Now, if you want to change your mind then that’s fine with me. I’ll give you a few dollars for coming over and entertaining me.” He attempted to walk off, but Patrice grabbed him by the arm.

“No, I’ll keep my mouth shut.” She said, just desperate to make a move on this wealthy man in hopes that he’d look her way if he ever decided to get a woman.

She sat on the sofa and opened her legs. Zay loved a clean shaved woman as he smiled at the sight of her juicy peach. He walked over, dick in his hand and ready to use it. He put on the condom. Her back was pressed against the sofa and he grabbed her by the legs, sliding her to the edge of it. He palmed her ass, lifting it up in the air, and then plunged deep down inside her goods. 

“Oh shit,” she screamed out. Zay was working her out, but ten minutes in, the workout seemed to go left. Patrice’s pussy started getting dry. He hated when that happened. There was nothing good about a sexy woman with a banging body, plus good head, if her pussy was dry. Her legs were once open, inviting him inside the pussy. Now, they were stiff as a board. He tried to ram his dick in, but she was trying to scoot out of his grips.

He spit on it in hopes of getting her back wet.

“I’m nervous,” she said, thinking of excuses.

You didn’t seem nervous a few minutes ago when you were throwing this thang on me
, Zay immediately thought.   

Zay started back fucking her. After having to spit on her pussy about three more times, he stopped. His dick was going limp and he just wasn’t in it anymore. It was bad enough fucking dry pussy, but even worse with a condom on. Patrice just didn’t know. She had to really bring it if she was trying to turn on a man that had been with an ass of women.

“Hold up,” she said, getting up. “I have some lube in my purse.”

“Oh nah,” Zay quickly said. “It’s probably just me,” he lied. “I’m tired. I think you should just put on your clothes and go home. I’ll hit you up later.”

Patrice felt bad, but she put her clothes on. “Will we hook up again? The next time will be much better.”

“Sure,” Zay said. He didn’t waste any time walking her to the door so she could leave.

Chapter Nine

Olivia woke up with a smile on her face. It was Saturday morning and she hadn’t spoken to Zay since that prior Thursday on Felisha’s phone. She was ready to go see her boy toy; the nigga she had fallen stupidly in love with.

Mark turned over in the bed beside her and kissed her on the lips. “I love you.”

“You better,” she said with a half smile. Being with Mark wasn’t what people thought, but she’d put on the charade for years. Why stop now?

He got on top of her without notice, and then stuck his dick inside her wet, uninviting pussy. Olivia still opened her legs wide in hopes that Mark would break her back and make her not want to go to Atlanta, but he didn’t. After a good five minutes of quick pumping and stopping to control himself; he was busting a nut.

“Now, that was good.” He said with a smile on his face then he climbed off top of her and immediately got out of the bed.

Olivia just watched him with a disappointed shake of the head.

With a body like that, he should be ashamed of himself
. She thought as he walked into the bathroom.

“Today, I’m going to The Master’s.” He cheerfully called out. He loved golf. That was one of his favorite sports.

“I know and I have to go to Atlanta and miss out on the fun.” Olivia said with a fake pout. She couldn’t wait to leave his boring ass behind so she could really get the shit fucked out of her.

“I don’t mind canceling and going with you,” Mark said from the bathroom as he peeked his head around the door. “Felisha can find somebody to take her. I’ll just give her the tickets.”

“Nonsense,” Olivia quickly responded. “The Master’s only come once a year. Go with my bestie and enjoy yourselves. Now hurry up, so I can get in there. I have a long day ahead of me.”