Hello Gladiators!
Welcome to the continuation of "An Ounce of Truth for Every Treason."
The story so far in a nutshell: Olivia got kidnapped. Fitz rescued her but Olivia was traumatized by the experience. A mysterious man by the name of Farheed Davi orchestrated the whole thing with a little help from Billy Chambers, but they were never caught. In this story, Olivia finds out who was behind her kidnapping. But the solution to fixing this problem will bring Olivia into the orbit of another mysterious man who isn't exactly who he seems.
Meanwhile, because of the kidnapping, Fitz has decided life is too short to stay married to Mellie, so he has hired a lawyer to get him a divorce. However, neither Mellie nor Olivia know what he is planning because he hasn't mentioned a thing to them yet.
This story picks up exactly where "An Ounce of Truth¨ left off. Cyrus and James have adopted a baby and this chapter begins with a weekend baby shower/backyard BBQ that they have to celebrate the arrival of the baby.
Enjoy!
P.S. If you want to read the story from the very beginning, you can find "An Ounce of Truth for Every Treason" by clicking on my username. It's listed under my profile. Thanks!
Chapter 1: Arrested Development
Olivia was alone in James and Cyrus' kitchen, standing in front of the sink rinsing out her wine glass when she felt Fitz's presence. She slowly turned around, the water still running over her soapy hands, and saw Fitz leaning in the doorway smiling at her. "Hey," she said softly, giving him a gentle smile. "Hey," he answered back.
She turned around and shut off the faucet. She pulled a towel off a rack and started drying her hands while she looked straight ahead out of the kitchen window into the backyard where the James & Cyrus baby shower/BBQ was still going in full swing. Fitz came up behind her and although he didn't touch her, Olivia could feel the warmth radiating off his body. Her eyes fluttered closed as she inhaled deeply. "Lord, please give me strength" she sent up a silent prayer. Although Fitz hadn't even touched her, she was already experiencing the initial intoxicating effect he always had on her.
Fitz lightly put his hands on Olivia's shoulders and followed her gaze straight ahead through the kitchen window at the happy scene outside. "This isn't a bad party. You having fun?"
Olivia nodded her head yes and asked, "And you?"
"Yes. It's nice to just hang out, relax and not be on the presidential clock," Fitz said, as he began to lightly massage her shoulders. "God, Liv, you're so tense. You really need to relax."
"Yeah, I know," she replied. Olivia was wearing an off the shoulder cashmere sweater and the combination of Fitz's touch with the soft fabric against her skin felt wonderful. "mmm, that feels good."
Fitz continued to lightly knead Olivia's shoulders and her head dipped to the side exposing a beautiful expanse of neck. As Fitz looked down, the sight of Olivia's lovely neck elegantly tilted to the side with her delicate clavicle and bare shoulder on display was the most erotic sight, and it ignited a flame inside of him. He felt the blood rush from his head to his cock and his breathing became ragged. It was like she was offering up her neck to him like some sort of appetizer. Fitz licked his lips and fought the intense desire and temptation to lean over and attack her neck like a famished vampire. He stopped massaging her shoulders and instead ran a large hand from her shoulder up the side of her neck. The sensation of Fitz's rough, slightly calloused hand against Olivia's smooth creamy skin awakened something in her and a tremor rumbled through her body. She hadn't expected him to do that and it felt good.
Fitz exhaled. He wanted so desperately to kiss her, to ravage her, but he didn't want to scare her off. Not surprisingly, since returning from her ordeal in Pakistan, Olivia had been depressed and emotionally withdrawn. But in recent weeks, thanks to the support of friends, family and a little bit of therapy, she had been thawing out emotionally, little by little. But Fitz didn't want to do anything that would cause her to shut down and shut him out. He wrapped an arm tightly around her waist, hoping she wouldn't pull away anytime soon.
Still within the confines of his embrace, Olivia turned around and looked up at him. The intense sexual desire that was clouding Fitz's beautiful grey eyes was unmistakable. Olivia took his hand and brought it up to the side of her face. Still holding his hand, she rubbed her cheek across his palm and then she slowly turned her face so that she could kiss it. This foreplay was driving Fitz to the brink where he wasn't going to be able to restrain himself. Olivia, sensing this, continued to tease him as she slid her bottom lip up Fitz's middle finger. When her lip reached the tip, her mouth opened wide and then greedily clamped down and began sucking on his finger. Fitz gasped. Who knew that Olivia sucking his middle finger could be so incredibly hot?
Olivia continued to stare at him as she sucked his finger stroking it in and out of her mouth. Fitz wanted to take her right there. He pulled his finger out of Olivia's warm, wet mouth and then spun her around so that her back and butt were flush against him, doggy style. Olivia's hands dropped to the kitchen counter to support herself. "Fitz…?!" she asked, the question left unspoken. His hand dropped to her waist and slid under her sweater. Olivia inhaled sharply as his hand moved slowly up her torso to her breasts. She was wearing a strapless bra and Fitz roughly pulled it down, exposing her tender chocolate peaks. Her nipples snapped to attention as he moved the palm of his hand back and forth over her breasts. "Oh, Fitz…" she moaned as her body instinctively pushed back into Fitz's hard center. The bulge in his pants was huge and without realizing it, she began to grind into him.
A pool of moisture had formed between Olivia's legs. After all this time, it felt so good to be back in Fitz's arms like this with him doing sweet, sexy, naughty things to her body. A soft moan escaped Olivia's lips.
The sound of Olivia's moan was like a siren's call to Fitz's ears. He could no longer control himself. He didn't want to control himself. He wanted to have her. He needed to have her. He wanted to bury himself inside her.
Fitz moved a hand down south and pressed his palm against Olivia's crotch. She let out a whimper as he squeezed tight and then began to slowly rub her sex through her jeans. Impatient, he shoved his hand down the front of her pants. Olivia's panty was soaked and Fitz smiled at the thought that it was his touch that was making her gush like this. As if reading his mind, Olivia turned her head to look up at him and said with a pout, "It's not fair, I'm all wet and you're not."
Olivia turned around to face him and then went to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants.
The wait was finally over. His sweet baby was back. She had come back to him and was offering herself up to him. Fitz was so happy. He tilted Olivia's face up and was about to kiss her passionately when the sound of someone coughing and loudly clearing their throat interrupted the scene.
Olivia pulled away completely from Fitz and they both turned around to look at who was behind them. Standing in the kitchen doorway was their nemesis. "Ah, so there you are!" said Mellie in a fake cheery voice. "Fitz, I've been looking all over for you! Should've known I'd find you sniffing around Olivia like a dog in heat."
"Mellie!" Fitz yelled, smashing his fist down on the kitchen's granite countertop. "Would you please get the fuck out of here!" He angrily ground out the words through gritted teeth.
Olivia put her hand on Fitz's forearm and whispered, "don't make a scene. Just go with her."
Fitz was majorly pissed. The moment was completely ruined. He and Olivia were right on the verge of a breakthrough and Mellie, with her impeccably bad timing popped up, as always, to sabotage it. Why did it always come down to this? Why could he never ever get a moment's peace with the woman he loved?
"Are you coming? Sen. Weingold wants to talk to you about that legislation he's sponsoring," Mellie said, flashing her Stepford Wife smile.
Fitz sighed. "Mellie! This is a baby shower, not a political caucus!"
Olivia lightly stroked his arm and said in a low voice, "It's OK. Go. We're OK, OK?" She looked up and gave him her best smile. Fitz grinned, his troubles momentarily forgotten thanks to Olivia's warm smile. He gave her a quick peck on the lips and then slipped a hand around back to lightly squeeze her firm ass. "OK, but I intend to pick up this conversation exactly where we left off, later," he said with a devilishly handsome smile and a wink.
Mellie, who was still standing in the doorway and was a witness to the entire scene, rolled her eyes. Fitz deliberately bumped Mellie's shoulder on his way out, as if to say, get outta my way, beeyotch.
Mellie turned on her heel and walked right behind him, but not before shooting Olivia a look of disgust.
Olivia sighed and shook her head. Mellie was such a piece of work. But thoughts of Mellie quickly left her mind and her body tingled at the memory of Fitz's rough, warm hand stroking her clit through her sex stained panty. Olivia was still in a dreamlike state when she walked down the hall and bumped into Billy Chambers who was exiting the bathroom. "Oh, hey, Olivia," Billy said nervously. "Excuse me! Didn't see ya!" and then he scurried away.
Olivia thought about heading back to the party outside but she wanted to savor the moment alone, replaying her recent encounter with Fitz. How did he manage to be so sexy? she thought. She was used to being around powerful men. She grew up among powerful people. And yet, Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III was the only man she had ever met who literally made her weak in the knees. A smile crossed her lips as she sit in the window seat of the living room facing the street.
Olivia was still daydreaming when the sound of a car horn honking caught her attention. She pulled back the linen curtain and looked out the window. It was one of those black Lincoln Town cars that limo companies used to shuttle rich and famous people around in. But this car had diplomatic license plates. The car windows were tinted, so she couldn't see inside.
She was about to let the curtain fall back into place when she saw Billy Chambers come out of the house and go up to the car. A tinted window slid down and the passenger handed Billy a small brown envelope. The entire exchange lasted less than five seconds, but it was enough time to have made a deep impression on Olivia. She stumbled back and away from the window visibly shaken. No, no, no, it couldn't be! her mind raced, unwilling to process the visual her eyes had just fed her brain. No, it's impossible. No, it can't be! her mind inwardly screamed. But she knew her eyes weren't playing tricks on her. The passenger in the car was Farheed Davi!
A/N: The evil Farheed Davi is back. What does he have in store for Olivia? And what will she have in store for him? Answers to come. (Totally confused by who this character is? Want to find out why Olivia is so terrified of him? Get the answers by reading the story called "An Ounce of Truth for Every Treason" written under my username/profile on this site.)
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