Free Drunk In Love: An Original Love Story by Tiece Page B

said as she stood there speechless for a moment.
    She closed her eyes for a few seconds then opened them back up. The deep breath she let out showed her anxiety as she hesitantly responded.
    “This morning.” She told the truth with sadness in her voice, because she knew how he was going to feel.
    “This morning, huh?” He said just above a whisper. “And now you’re here about to let me finish digging in it or better yet, let me finish what he couldn’t.”
    Olivia tried to lighten the load with a light chuckle as she wrapped her hands around Zay’s neck. “You know he can’t do it like you.” She said.
    “If he can’t do it like me then why are you still doing it at all with him? You claim the nigga is boring, but from what I saw at the shop, he seems like a straight up, cool ass dude who loves and respects his wife. I mean, why are you fucking around with me?” He asked out of frustration.
     “Because I love fucking around with you,” she spoke with sarcasm, feeling cornered. “I’m drunk in love with you.”
    Zay shook his head. “Are you sure about that or you just drunk in love with the dick?”
    Olivia couldn’t believe that Zay was acting out like this. “What is wrong with you?” she asked.
    “I’m the one fucking drunk in love with you, but you’re the one that’s married to this good guy that you’ll probably never leave no matter how I feel about you.”
    Olivia shook her head. “How do you figure that he’s a good guy? I’ve only spoke about our sex life.”
    “I was in your place of business, remember? I saw the two dozen roses sitting on your office desk. That is your office, right? The tag on the door read, Olivia Jordan.” 
    “Well, uh--”
    “I saw how he brought your purse back to the salon after you’d left it in his car. It also seemed that he’d taken you out to lunch, since you were bringing in a bag of food from Olive Garden.”
    Olivia felt like she had to defend her character against her husband’s now, because Zay was certainly on the attack to hurt her.
    “So, you came to the shop to spy on me and my husband’s relationship. Is that why you were there?” She asked, feeling some type of way now. “Apparently, you observed way too much and now you wanna use it against me and for what? I kept it real with you in saying that I was married. I told you that I was bored with him in the bedroom, but I never spoke of other details, because that wasn’t your business.”
    “So is he good to you? Does he treat you like a woman’s supposed to be treated? Has he ever made you doubt him?” he asked, feeling like if this was the case then she was definitely only with him for the sex and all the times she’d said I love you, were lies.
    “What you mean?”
    Zay raised his voice, feeling a little irritated. “Just answer the question. Olivia.” She was a bit surprised, because she and he had never had an argument, let alone a disagreement.
    “Yes, he is good to me. He does love me, and yes he spoils me with flowers, candy, bath water full of roses, and romantic dinners.” She admitted, thinking about how good her husband really was to her. She started to cry. “But, that doesn’t mean that I don’t love you.”
    “No, but it certainly means that I’ll never completely be able to have you or your heart.” He shook his head, feeling stupid for letting himself get to this point, yet again. “My heart is in way too deep to just keep sinking deeper and deeper in this pit, knowing that you’ll never be mine.”
    “So, what are you trying to do? Better yet, what are you telling me?” Olivia asked, wiping the endless tears that fell down her face.
     “I’m saying that we need to chill. I’ve traveled down this road before and it’s not a good feeling when it comes to a dead end.”
    “Baby, please don’t do this.” Olivia begged. Zay handed her the gift back that she’d gotten him and turned to walk in the bathroom. He couldn’t look in her beautiful