Read Online Drunk In Love: An Original Love Story by Tiece - Free Book Online
Authors: Tiece
Tags: street11lit
Ads: Link
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
“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
Similar Books
