Drunk in Love 3: An Original Love Story
I’m almost guaranteed and it ain’t gonna be pretty.” He reminded her. He knew that Olivia could be a wild card.
    Felisha sat quiet for a good minute, mulling it over. She definitely didn’t want to be working and have Olivia come show off on her like Zoe had already done. Luckily, the shop was closed by the time she got there and nobody was around but one of her uncle’s helping her clean up. Finally, she decided to respond.
    “Well, I personally don’t think it’s a good idea for Lil Romeo to come. I mean, what is he supposed to think with O’ not being there? We haven’t spoken to him yet about any of this and I’m not sure how I’ll even explain it, yet. However, I think I will take you up on that offer. Only to get out of town myself and get some clarity on what I need to do next. Do I feel that coming there with you is a great idea? Actually I don’t, but under the circumstances I will.” She explained.
    “Okay, well I’m at Steven’s cabin and I’ll send you the address so you can GPS it.”
    “I’ll leave tomorrow once I’ve gotten Rome situated,” Felisha said.
    “Cool,” Mark responded. “I’ll see you then.” He ended the call with thoughts of Olivia. He wanted to desperately know what she had up her sleeve. If she thought that he was going down without a fight then she was absolutely wrong. He had an ace in the hole that would get her to back off if she tried to play dirty. He was just going to wait for the right time to lay it on the table. Hopefully, it wouldn’t come to that, but if it did then he would be ready.
    ****
    Olivia was sitting in a comfortable chair next to Zay while he lay in a peaceful sleep. She was flipping through an Essence magazine, reading an article about Oprah Winfrey then flipped the page. On the next page her mouth dropped open as she read the headline aloud, “Why do spouses cheat?” She disappointedly shook her head. “Hmm, let me see what their excuses are, because I know my reasons.” As she read through the article her mind kept reflecting on Mark. Even though she’d been fucking around on him, it didn’t give him any rights to be fucking around on her. She was beyond shocked and pissed that the woman was her best friend. It could’ve been anybody else, but not somebody that she was clearly very close with. How long had they been fucking around? Could she have been sleeping and they fucked right under her nose? Were they fucking when she’d be at work or out of town? Just thinking about it was only making Olivia more upset that she didn’t catch the signs.It was clear that Felisha had feelings for him, because of the way they’d had their last fall out. She was upset about a life she wanted, but couldn’t have. That life, Olivia now believed was hers.
    “Damn,” she said just above a whisper. The whole situation was fucked up and there was no way that any of them could ever go back to the way it was.
    She looked over at Zay feeling thankful that it wasn’t worse as he lay there still sleeping. She’d already put him through so much. How could I get mad at him for fucking somebody else? I have no rights knowing what I’d been doing. She knew that for months of them dating that he’d been faithful. Her behavior was the reason why he’d gone to another woman. If she had made up her mind, then none of it would’ve happened. As she sat there watching him with a forgiving smile on her face his whole body jumped like he'd been hit with a bolt of lightning. His eyes popped open in fear.
    Olivia jumped up from her chair and dropped the magazine to the floor. His eyes widened with panic as he looked at her feeling helpless. Zay's body jumped again and this time he yelled out in pain. Olivia reached for the emergency button on the bed and pressed it.
    Oh no . She said to herself as she quickly spun mid circle then ran towards the room door. When she went out into the hallway there were three nurses and a doctor already heading her way in a

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