Drunk in Love 2: An Original Love Story Read Online Free PDF

not.” Mark said, knowing that’s the only reason why he said he’d text her. He had to be sure that he really wanted her company first.
    “What have you eaten?” She quickly asked.
    “Nothing since yesterday and that was a turkey sandwich on wheat bread.”
    Felisha let out a discouraged breath of air. “Text me the number and I’m coming,” she said, just wanting to take care of her baby daddy while he was down in the dumps.
    “Alright,” Mark said then ended their call.
    He stretched his arms out and sat up on the side of the bed. His feet touched the soft carpet as he stood up and headed for the bathroom. Looking himself in the mirror only made him feel worse. He looked just as bad as he felt. His thick beard had grown out in no time. The stress he was in had to have added to its extensions.  His eyes were blood shot red and his face seemed sunken in. It was amazing how in four days things had totally gone from sugar to shit. Here he was suspecting his wife of fucking around on him, when all along, it was his guilty conscience that had him thinking so foolishly. 
    “Damn, I really fucked up,” he said while turning on the shower water. He stripped out of his two day old clothes and got inside the shower. He hadn’t had a chance to go to the store to buy anything. Olivia had really fucked him up. Everything he damn near owned was inside of their four bedrooms, three baths family home. The only thing savaged from the fire was his fire proof safety lock box that contained all of his important paperwork, passports, work contracts, and fifteen-thousand dollars in cash. Their pictures, memories of their wedding, their furniture, clothes, and jewelry were destroyed in the fire. Olivia had to be out of her mind. He couldn’t understand what made her flip from being cordial enough to go out of town with him, only to burn the house down afterwards with him in it.
    Standing under the shower, he thought about Felisha. He shouldn’t have called her. A part of him knew that he was definitely making a mistake. Olivia had to be out of town, and for sure was ignoring him on purpose, but he still had no right still seeing Felisha.
    As he let the hot water run down his back, he started having a minor panic attack thinking that he was smelling smoke, but he was just having flashbacks. It was nothing but the steam from the hot water filling up the bathroom.
    “Damn, she got me fucked up.” He thought, and then quickly got out of the shower. He didn’t think that ever taking a hot shower was going to be the same again. Once he’d dried off, he grabbed the hotel robe and put it on. He didn’t have any clean clothes, and at the moment, that was the last thing that he was thinking about.
    He stepped out of the bathroom and lay across the bed, looking over at his phone. Fuck it, he thought then sent Felisha a message containing the room number.
     
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    Mark had almost dozed off, but hearing a soft knock at the door woke him up. He got up and opened the door. Felisha stood there with a smile on her face. Even though he looked like he had gone through hell and back, he still looked just as handsome to her as he did nine years prior. She loved him, but only if he really knew how much.
    “You look rough,” she teased, walking in past him.
    “You don’t look so bad yourself.” He said, checking out her thick legs and thighs in a pair of skinny leg jeans and a fitted black Aeropostale shirt. She had on a low top pair of Converse sneakers with no socks.
    “Thanks,” she said. “Where are your clothes? Did you lose everything in the fire? I mean, what the hell happened? It’s been four days and that shit is still playing on the news.”
    “Like I don’t know,” he said, having to turn the TV off, because he was tired of seeing it. “Olivia went crazy. We were all good. She was talking about leaving out of the country with me so we could work things out and then the next thing I know, I’m in the shower and I