Man plans, God laughs

by LateNightMuses26

When Olivia finds out the secret that her father has been keeping she has to make a deal with the devil. Fitz is known around town for being a ruthless loanshark. When Olivia agrees to the terms of a deal with Fitz to save her home they find themselves asking will they be able to walk away from each other after a years time? Or will a higher power change their well laid plans.

1. Let's Make A Deal

A/N: This is my first story on FF and I am so excited and nervous all at the same time. I have been a fan of so many authors up for soooo long and I finally decided to dip my foot into the writing world of FF and not just bee an avid reader. I had the idea for this story in my head for the absolute longest time and I was just too lazy and nervous to ever write it. Then one day I start reading a story and thought: wait a minute I've had that story idea. So I decided to write it. I had every intention on this being a one-shot but 20,000 words in I realized that I was only half way done with my story, so I split it into two parts. Here is the first part. I hope you all enjoy it and leave me your thoughts and comments!

To say Olivia Pope was nervous would be the understatement of the century.

She was flat out scared.

But she knew what she had to do, to save not only her father's life, but also the home her mother had worked so hard to buy before she died.

So with that thought in the forefront of her mind she walked through the doors of Mickey's Gentlemen Club and turned to the large, burly bald bouncer, who didn't even bother to greet her, but in a deep monotone voice said, "Ladies get in free but there is a two drink minimum at the bar."

Having to almost completely invert her head to the ceiling to make eye contact with the mammoth of a man standing to the left of her she squeaked out, "okay" and was about to head to the bar when she thought to ask him if his boss was in tonight.

"Excuse me sir," she said with more authority in her voice than a moment ago, "but is Mickey in tonight?"

Looking her up and down, more thoroughly than she was comfortable with, he cracked a smile revealing a gold tooth before replying.

"If you're here to audition for the club I'm the man you need to be talking too. I will say though that the boss prefers his dancers a little more on the…curvaceous side. But you got a cute face and we can work with that," said the sizable man.

Olivia had to stop a look of pure disgust from crossing her face at what he was suggesting to her. But the reason she was really here was probably just as degrading if not worse than the women who were shaking their asses on the stage only a few feet away from where she stood.

"I'm not here to audition for your information, I'm here to discuss with your boss the accounts of Eli Pope," she replied in an aggregated voice. She was getting mad at the situation all over again that her father had put them in.

She could see the look of recognition on the bouncer's face at the mention of her father's name. Everyone in the place was probably aware of his gambling problem.

"In that case," he said "have a drink at the bar, on-the-house, while I go and see if my boss is interested in such peculiar company."

"Thank you," was her only reply as she watched the large man walk off down a hallway and she made her way to the bar.

As she sat down she was greeted by a pretty young bartender who had blonde extensions to her ass, boobs that could be used as flotation devices and lips that were so red and plump she could almost see her reflection in the gloss that lined them. But she could see the natural beauty the girl held in her warm hazel almond shaped eyes, statuesque build, and straight smile. The first thought that came to her head after quickly assessing the woman was "why would she tamper with nature?"

"So Jon says that your drink is on the house, what will it be?" She said loudly leaning over the bar so that Olivia could hear what she was saying over the hip hop song that started playing almost at the exact moment she sat down.

Leaning close to the barmaid's ear Olivia replied "give me your best wine and a shot of tequila." She figured she'd need the liquid courage to propose what she had in mind to a man who was known around town as "no nonsense" and "cruel" when it came to his money and his businesses.

"Coming right up," the girl whose name tag read Candi said as she reached under the bar for a wine glass to start on Olivia's drinks.

Olivia took the moment to turn on her barstool and look around the place that was one of the most popular strip clubs in the D.C. area. There were about 30 small round tables with two chairs around each set up facing a round, black glossy stage with a pole coming down the center. The round stage led to a walkway that was about three feet wide and six feet long that then opened up to a longer glossy stage which held three more stripper poles placed strategically apart, more than likely for group shows. Behind the stage was a red satin curtain that billowed from a wind machine behind it and sitting across from the stage on a platform was the DJ booth.

"Here you are. One glass of wine and a shot of tequila." Olivia was pulled from her observations by the bartender sitting her drinks on napkins in front of her. "Would you like a lemon for your tequila?" Candi asked while reaching under the bar.

"Yes, thank you" Olivia said as the lemon was placed on the napkin in front of her and Candi flitted off to serve a couple of men who approached the far end of the L shaped bar she sat at.

Before taking up her drink Olivia looked at what she could see of her reflection in the mirror that sat behind the shelves that held the liquor and was lit with a blue backlight. She almost didn't recognize the scared eyes that looked back at her from the mirror. Instead of letting her fear deter her from her mission she picked up the shot and the lemon and threw her head back and swallowed and bit into the sour fruit. Clenching her teeth and hissing at the burn the tequila caused she took a minute to collect her racing mind before picking up her wine and sipping.

As she sipped she mapped out her plan in her head again, as if she hadn't been doing it for the last week and a half. First she had to make an offer that couldn't be refused, and with the bargaining chip she held she was almost positive that she wouldn't be turned down. The hard part would be keeping her emotions out of the equation both now and in the future. She was almost done with law school at George Washington University and already had a plan of action to move to California after graduation to apprentice with her best friend Abby's older brother in crisis management. As long as she stuck to her plan she knew that she would be okay.

Just as she was done gathering her thoughts Jon the bouncer, whose name she learned from the blonde bartender, walked up behind her and tapped her shoulder.

"He said he'll see you. Follow me back to his office."

Olivia picked up her wine glass and gulped her last mouthful of wine and took a deep breath, "here goes nothing."

Straightening the white baby doll sundress she wore with black trim along the sweetheart neckline and bottom hem and steading herself on her black and hemp wedge sandals, Olivia followed Jon back down the hallway she saw him disappear down before.

The hallway looked like a typical hallway you would see in a strip club. The walls were red velvet and there were black doors every few feet which she assumed were used for private dances. At the end of the door lined hallway they took a right and walked down another lengthy hallway except this one held no doors. There was only one set of double doors at the end with a gold plaque that read "The Boss" on the left hand side of the wall.

When they got to the doors Jon knocked twice before opening them and letting Olivia in by stepping to the side. He didn't follow her in. Instead he closed the door with a soft click and silence enveloped the sizable office. She didn't move just stood by the doors facing the empty desk with a Mac tabletop monitor and a glass of brown liquor sitting on a coaster. Behind the desk was a wall of windows that showed the view of the club. There was also a black desk chair but the back was facing her and she assumed that Mickey was on the other side building the anticipation before speaking to her.

Olivia cleared her throat hoping it would get him to turn his chair around, and after a few tense seconds he did. And what met her eyes was nothing like what she expected the man behind the name to look like. He had medium length curly brown hair that was slicked back but still had a carefree look to it with one errant curl hanging just in the middle of his forehead; a strong, chiseled jaw and blue cerulean eyes met hers. She was surprised at the good looking man she assumed to be in his mid to late thirties that sat in front of her. He appraised the women standing a few feet away from him before giving her a crooked smile that nearly blew Olivia away.

"So I hear you're Eli Pope's daughter," came his deep baritone voice that wrapped around her like blanket and made her warm and tingly.

It took her a minute to find her words to answer him because she was truly thrown off by the man that she was looking at. Clearing her throat again she stumbled over the simple sentence that would answer his question.

"Uhm….yes, I am." She answered but failed to elaborate any further.

Sitting forward and resting his chin in his hand, with an amused arched eyebrow he side "And how can I be of service to you today my dear?"

Pulling her eyes away from his muscular forearm that were lightly dusted with hair, Olivia met his eyes and asked in a rushed breath "Are you Mickey?"

A throaty chuckle came from his chest as he leaned back in his chair causing it to squeak before saying, "actually my name is Fitzgerald, Mickey is just the name of the club. It's a whole lot easier on the ear than Fitzgerald and takes up less room on the marquee outside. But you can call me Fitz."

"How can I be of service to you tonight?" he asked the perfectly innocent question again and it made her breath catch because she was here to offer her services to him actually.

Steeling her nervous insides and taking a deep breath Olivia spoke in the most confident voice she could.

"I'm here to clear up the accounts of Eli Pope, my father."

"So you're here to pay me the forty three thousand dollars that your father owes me. I gave him till the end of the month to pay me he still has a week and a half left. I'm surprised he got all the money together this soon. I'm impressed" Fitz said leaning up in his chair and steepling his long index fingers in front of his lips.

"Well you see he doesn't have the money," Olivia started. "That's why I'm here."

"So you have the money?" Fitz asked.

"No. I don't."

"Then I fail to see the reason for your presence in my office tonight sweetie."

"My name is Olivia not sweetie," she snapped feeling as though she was being patronized.

"My apologies Ms. Olivia," he said amused. "But if neither of you have the money that is owed to me then why are you here?"

"I'm here to save my house. My father told me he signed it over to you as collateral if he didn't square away the money he owed you by the end of the month."

"This is true," he stated.

"Well I don't want to see that happen. My mother worked hard, along with my father, to buy that house and I don't want to see it stolen away because my father lost himself after my mother's death. So I came here to see what could be done to save it." Olivia whispered out the last line.

"There is nothing that can be done. I have given your father a lot of wiggle room with his debts and he has failed to meet every deadline that I have given him for the last nine months to pay me the money he owes. So there are no deals to be made or extensions to be given. Either he pays me or he starts packing up his things."

"What if I presented you with one more offer?" Olivia dropped her eyes from Fitz's out of embarrassment of what was about to come out of her mouth.

"Maybe you didn't hear me correctly a minute ago when I said no more deals. That goes for your father and for his offspring," Fitz said turning his chair back toward the glass wall in front of him dismissing Olivia and whatever alternative offer she had.

"My friend dates Stephen Finch," Olivia stated to Fitz's back.

"And," he said.

"And his frat brother does business with the guy that runs the Crazy Horse strip club."

Fitz turned his chair back around to face Olivia again. His interested piqued about why she was bringing up this topic.

Once she saw that she had his undivided attention Olivia decided to continue.

"I know you just recently put your name into the auction that he has every two months. I know that you are looking for a…sexual companion." Olivia tried to keep the blush from her cheeks but knew she was failing miserably.

Olivia had asked around about "Mickey" after her father had confided in her about what he had done. About how his gambling had led him to sign over the deed to their house and that he had less than a month to gather the forty three thousand that he owed. Olivia immediately went into "fixer" mode. After her mother had died when she was eighteen in a terrible car accident because of a drunk driver she watched her father become a shell of a man that he once was. All her life Olivia had been taught to work hard and keep her nose clean. So that was what she did. And her efforts had paid off handsomely. She was always at the top of her class in high school and the president of the debate team and editor of her high school newspaper. Because of her achievements in high school she received a full scholarship to George Washington University. All she had to do was pay for books and living expenses. The fifty thousand dollars that she and her father had gotten from her mother's life insurance policy was used to pay off the last of their remaining mortgage and the rest was put into a college fund for Olivia. After graduating valedictorian, she went on to apply to their law school. She always accredited watching how hard her parents worked to the success she had today and at 23 she was on the fast track to a promising future. Her mother worked long hours as an emergency room nurse at Washington Hospital while her father was the foreman for the local steel company for the last twenty years.

She knew her father had started betting on horses after her mother's death. Whenever she would come over to visit she would find the paper open to the racing stats and every once in a while when she would be doing his laundry and happen upon a slip from the tracks in his pockets. When she would ask him about it he would always just say that it was for fun and that he wasn't getting into anything serious. And because she loved her father and trusted him she blindly believed him. Things went on like this through all her undergrad years in college, and from what she could see he never let things get out of hand. But two years ago while she was out with her roommates in downtown D.C. having a "we survived our first year of law school" booze fest she spotted her father being roughed up by two thugs behind of the many bars she and her friends had attended that night. She immediately grabbed the bouncer and ran to save her father. The appearance of the big burly man with a bat yelling for them to take it away from his club had the two thugs scurrying away but not before yelling a threat to Eli that he had ten days to pay them the money he owned. When Olivia got her father home and cleaned up she made him come clean about what had taken place that night. He told her he had gotten in over his head in a poker game a couple of nights before and was down nine grand before he excused himself to the bathroom and fled out the window. But the guy who ran the game had his goons catch up to him to rough him up and warn him about the money. Olivia was disappointed in her father; the man who taught her to be honest and upstanding wasn't following his own advice. So she went into the college fund she and her father had set up and withdrew the money. She only had just over eleven thousand in the bank so she had to go to work once she took out the money. Her little campus job wouldn't cut it anymore. Her father wouldn't take the money so she found the guys herself by asking around and paid them the money and then made her dad promise to never do anything like that again.

And she thought that he had been doing well these last two years, but he had just gotten better at hiding his compulsion from her. Because she worked and was taking a full course load she didn't have the time to dedicate to keeping an eye on him full time. She thought they were in the clear until a few weeks ago when Eli had come to her and told her about what he had been hiding from her and what he had done. So Olivia started asking around about this Mickey guy and almost had a breakdown out of fear for her father once she heard the things that he was capable of. He was a mean being and shrewd businessman if what she heard was the truth. But her most helpful piece of information came from Stephen, her best friend Abby's boyfriend. He had a frat brother that was the go to guy for Adderall and ecstasy on campus and his supplier was the owner of a popular strip club called the Crazy Horse. He found out that every few months they would hold an auction where girls would sell themselves to the highest bidder for a period of time to be determined by the girls and how much money was exchanged. Most of the girls on the auctioning block were college girls looking to make money to pay their tuition cost or pay off their student loans, so in addition to selling drugs he would sometimes recruit girls for the auction. The period of time usually ranged from four months to a year. When Olivia heard this she knew she had a possible in with "Mickey." He had just entered his name for the next auction that was to take place and he was looking for something "unusual" was the word that Stephen's frat brother had used. He wanted a virgin. And because his taste was so singular and he did not want to relax his standards he was told that it may take a few rounds in the auction before what he was looking for became available. So Olivia thought about it and came to the conclusion that instead of entering herself into the auction she would just go straight to the source. That way she could pay off her father's debts and avoid the embarrassment of being recognized.

"So you've heard about the auction what does that have to do with the money that your father owes me?"

"It's not about the money that he owes but more about saving the house that I love. And I have this fear that once the house is gone and my father happens to start gambling again, with nothing to lose the next loan shark will kill him." Olivia stopped and gathered her nerves before she took a deep breath and said her next words.

"So I want to offer myself to you, my virginity I mean. And in return you wipe the slate clean with my father and sign the deed to our house back over to him."

Fitz sat stunned for a moment. "How old are you," he finally asked.

Dropping her eyes Olivia mumbled "twenty-three."

"Wow. A twenty three year old virgin," Fitz said in a hushed whisper. After her revelation he took the time to really study her. Her hair fell in soft, billowy curls around her shoulders. Her chocolate doe eyes were big as saucers with lashes that curled beautifully. She had the cutest little button nose, and her lips. He could wax poetic all day about her plump, luscious pillow soft pout. His eyes traveled down her taunt petit body. Her firm breast sat high in her spaghetti strap sundress. The baby doll cut of the dress and wedge heel sandals that she wore showed off long toned legs. He approved of the full package that Olivia Pope presented. She truly was a natural beauty.

"If you don't mind me asking Olivia, how are you still a virgin? You really are easy on the eyes," Fitz asked not wanting to use the word beautiful just yet.

Olivia dropped her eyes to her painted green toes not sure why she was nervous about divulging the reason behind her virginity. "Because I've never been in love," was the most honest, simple explanation that she could give.

"You know you don't have to be in love for sex to be enjoyable?" Fitz snickered. "People have sex every day and sometimes they don't even know each other's name."

"I know that, but that type of relationship was just never one that I wanted for myself. I always thought that the man I gave my virginity to would be my husband and we would be in love. But that tradition is very obsolete in today's world but I thought that maybe I could be the outlier."

Fitz sat forward again, placing his face in his hand and thinking about what she just said. "Is your house really that important? You would give up your virtue for something that is material and can be replaced eventually?" He asked with no hint of sarcasm in his voice.

"I explained to you that the other reason is really to spear my father's life. I fear for him as well."

The room fell deafly silent as both Fitz and Olivia weighed what could truly take place between them if Fitz agreed to the terms that she had just lain out.

Finally Fitz broke the silence. "I will consider your offer but there is just one thing that you have to do for me first," he said as he rolled back his chair from his desk and rolled the sleeves of his white dress shirt up a little more.

Olivia gulped as she watched his actions not sure what he was about to do. "What?"

"I need you to prove to me that you are a virgin and not just weaving a lie together because you are aware of my…taste."

Olivia looked wide eyed and stunned for a moment, but quickly recovered when her anger set in.

"You don't believe me?" she hissed through her teeth. Olivia Pope was many things but a liar was never one of them, and to have a complete stranger insinuate that she was pissed her off more than anything ever had.

"How can I believe you when I just met you ten minutes ago Olivia? All I ask is for a quick test to ensure that I am getting the real deal."

"Fine, what is the test? This shouldn't take long and then we can hash out the terms of this agreement and my father can stop having a mini heart attack that at every knock on the front door is not your goons coming to throw him out in the street on his ass."

"Come and sit on my lap," Fitz said so nonchalantly that Olivia thought he was joking.

"Wh.. what?" she stammered out, her nerves starting to show again.

"Come and sit on my lap Olivia. I wanna feel how tight your pussy is around my fingers," Fitz stated in a cool even voice as if his request was as simple as could you pass the water pitcher.

Olivia stood glued to her spot. Words had truly failed her and now it seemed her motor functions had as well because her legs refused to move.

"Fine Olivia, your choice. But if you aren't over her in the next ten seconds you can take your little offer and leave my office. You can use the time to help your father pack up the house that will be mine in a week and a half."

Taking a deep breath and closing her eyes for a second before opening them again Olivia moved toward Fitz's desk. Once she got to where she was standing in front of him she stopped moving.

"Good girl. Now have a seat," he said as he turned his chair toward her and opened his legs so that Olivia could sit on his left thigh.

Olivia hesitated for a moment until Fitz started his countdown out loud.

"Seven, eight, nine." Just before he got to ten Olivia plopped down on his thigh and squeezed her knees together truly nervous about what was about to come next.

"Now what I am about to do is fairly simple, and if you relax and let me do it properly it won't hurt too much." He said pushing her hair over her shoulder and enjoying the view of her long kissable neck and the smell of her brown sugar and ginger shampoo.

Placing his hand on her knee he stoked up to the hem of her dress to try and relax her as best he could. Seeing that she was still very tense after a few passes he reached past her and picked up the glass of scotch that he had been drinking earlier but had abandoned when Jon knocked on his door. Picking up the glass he handed it to Olivia willing her to drink to calm her nerves. Taking the glass hoping that it would remedy her fears Olivia gulped down the contents in one motion.

Choking on the burn from the unfamiliar alcohol going down her throat, Fitz started to rub her back as he chuckled.

"Be easy. Scotch is something that's meant to be savored not chugged."

As his hand continued to rub her back his other hand started to slowly push up the hem of her sundress. Olivia looked over her shoulder into his blue eyes as she started to feel dampness pool in her panties. Unfamiliar with another's hands causing this much pleasure she let out the breath she didn't realize she was holding as her legs fell apart slightly.

"Good girl." Fitz cooed. "Just give me a little bit of trust and I won't hurt you."

Fitz moved his hand higher until he came in contact with the seat of Olivia's panties. Running his finger up the center of her cotton clad sex, he could feel that she had already started to get wet from his simple ministrations. He could only imagine how receptive her tight pussy would be when the time came for his dick to be in her instead of the fingers he was getting ready to work into her.

Moving his finger up and down the front of her panties he could feel her clit harden the more he worked her middle. The scotch must have been kicking in along with her other drinks because on a sigh she opened her legs further, clearly relaxed and ready for the next step in his test.

Olivia felt Fitz run his finger up the side seam of her panties. He was pushing them to the side to get better access to her center. Feeling a little embolden she rocked her hips toward his fingers. He stopped moving, and she looked at him confused.

"Stand up and take off your panties."

Olivia stood slowly and reached under her dress to remove her underwear. Once she got them to her knees she let them go and they fell to the floor. Fitz reached down and tapped her ankles, signaling for her to step out of them. He picked them up and placed her wet panties on the far corner of his desk before pulling her back down onto his lap.

Completely turned on now, Olivia widened her legs a little more to give Fitz better access to her womanhood. And he took full advantage. He ran the knuckle of his middle finger over her clit. Having his fingers directly against her bare pussy sent a jolt of pleasure through Olivia like she had never felt. Fitz noticed as well because he added a little more pressure on the next pass, and Olivia threw her head back on a silent moan.

As much as Fitz was enjoying teasing her, he remembered that he had a real reason for her sitting in his lap at the moment. So he started to move his middle finger down her slit to the opening of her pussy. But the minute she felt his finger near her opening Olivia jumped and grabbed his wrist.

"Olivia, if you want to pay off your father's debt you have to let me do this."

Staring into to his eyes for a moment before closing hers again Olivia let go of his wrist and tried to get back into the moment.

Fitz rubbed her clit a few times watching as she loosened up again. This time when he moved his finger to her opening Olivia grabbed onto his shoulder hard enough to leave nail marks through his shirt.

If Fitz wanted to he could have stopped right there. He could tell by her nervous reaction to him nearing her entrance that she was telling the truth about her virginity. But the animal in him wanted to feel her tight virgin pussy contracting around his fingers, and imagining when it would be his dick instead.

Holding her left thigh with his hand so that she wouldn't try and shut her legs when he entered her, Fitz ran his finger from her entrance up to her clit a few more times before slowly pushing his middle finger into her up to his second knuckle.

Olivia stopped breathing. The pinching pain was bearable but because she told herself it would hurt she held her breath.

"You have to breathe Olivia. I promise it will feel so much better when you do."

Heeding Fitz's advice Olivia let out a long, slow breath and as she did Fitz pulled his finger out and pushed it back in her. The chill of ecstasy that ran up her spine caused her to let out a soft moan. The next thrust caused her to bite down on her plump bottom lip to keep from releasing another moan. Another thrust had her hips jerked forward to get more of his finger inside her. The pressure that was right at the surface felt let nothing she had ever experience and she was ready to go over the blissful edge.

Fitz could tell she was close. If not just from her armature off beat rocking, and the short shallow breaths she was releasing, then from the way her pussy walls were squeezing his single finger so tightly. Wanting to give her something for being so honest and selfless, Fitz added another finger and began to circle her pussy walls in tight circles. When he she dropped her head back on a loud moan Fitz picked up the speed and began pumping his fingers again until the grip on his fingers from her pussy cumming almost made them unmovable.

The stars that exploded behind Olivia eyes at her first penetration orgasm would have knocked her off her feet if she wasn't already sitting down. Too far away from the desk to collapse on it she settled for Fitz's neck. His heady smell was able to make her wet all over again. She could fell Fitz working the last of her orgasm out and then he slowly pulled his fingers out. And when he did she could feel her juices leak down vagina, past her ass and too his lap. She thought she would come again when he put the fingers that were just inside her in his mouth and sucked hard. He then leaned forward and caught her bottom lip in his mouth and ran his tongue along the inside before releasing it with a pop. Pulling it between her teeth she could taste herself on her lip.

Fitz reached around to his jacket hanging on the back of his chair and grabbed the handkerchief that resided in his inside pocket. He pushed her legs further apart and ran the cloth the length of her womanhood, cleaning her up. Once he was done he looked her in the eyes.

"I'll accept your virginity as payment for your father's debt and the deed to your house. But one night is not going to cut it. For the next year you will be available to me for sex whenever I want you."

Seeing the anger that spread across her face, and the argument that was about to ensue, Fitz held up his hand.

"No arguments Olivia. Either you do it my way or your fuck-up father is out on the streets."

Standing abruptly from his lap Olivia went immediately into defensive mode.

"My father is not a fuck-up. He is a lonely man who lost the love of his life, something you would never know anything about," she hissed.

"I will accept your terms only because I love my father. But know when the year is up I never want to see you again."

As Olivia went to grab her panties, Fitz beat her to them and put them in his pocket.

"Parting gift." He smiled

Reaching in his desk he pulled out a card and wrote his personal cell on the back. Handing it to her he said. "Call me on Friday and we will meet at my place to finish hashing things out."

Snatching the card Olivia stormed toward the door.

"I'll see you in two days Olivia." Fitz said as the door shut on the most perfect ass that he had ever seen.

XXX

Olivia sat in the apartment she shared with her roommates Abby and Quinn and really reflected on what she had done just an hour ago.

Had she really just leveled her virginity to save her father and her childhood home?

Had she really just basically let a complete stranger finger fuck her in a strip joint?

When she felt the slight stickiness between her thighs she knew that she had really done those things and the guilt and disgust were slowly starting to set in. Then she remembered something that Fitz had said. Was she truly parting with her virtue to save a material possession?

Then the memories came rushing back. The time when she was five and broke her arm climbing a tree with her neighbor Alex and her mother had set up the family room as a makeshift bedroom because it was the only room with a TV and she wanted her to be as comfortable as possible. Then there was the time when she was turned eleven and wanted a big party but her mother told her she couldn't have one because money was tight and she couldn't take the time off work. So instead she spent the night at her cousin's house and when she came home the next day and walked to the backyard looking for her parents they were wearing the biggest smiles and screamed the loudest "surprise" as they had transformed the whole backyard into an Under the Sea theme because her favorite movie was Splash. Then there was the time when she was fifteen and suffered her first heartbreak when her crush Anthony didn't ask her to the school homecoming but instead took her biggest rival Diane Sugarman. She and her mother camped out in the living room in front of the TV for the whole weekend eating whatever junk food they could get their hands on and watching romantic comedies and picking apart every detail about why that would never happen in the real world. And her dad was more than happy to keep the snack supply flowing by doing the grocery runs whenever they thought of a new combo of foods they wanted to try or if they ran out of Lay's potato chips.

But then the other small details of her life were also in that house like her height chart on the back of the pantry door. The burn stain on the kitchen ceiling that she created when she was learning how to fry chicken. The porch swing that she shared her first kiss on with Elliot Keats when she was twelve and coming home from the 6th grade dance and getting caught by her father who was waiting up for her. But the best memories were in her childhood bedroom. The talks she had with her parents, the slumber parties with friends, and the window seat on which she read for hours on end and had fallen in love with so many authors. So many memories came flooding to her mind at once that she didn't realize that she was crying until she was pulled from her reveries by Abby asking her a question.

"I'm sorry Abby, what did you say?" Olivia asked with a look of confusion on her face.

"I asked you why are you crying?"

Touching her cheeks she felt the warm liquid on her fingertips. She was so wrapped up in reminiscing about her family home that she didn't even realize that the tears had started to fall freely down her face. Looking at Abby she whispered, "I went and saw Fitz today."

"Who is Fitz," Abby asked Olivia with a confused voice and arched eyebrow.

"Fitz is Mickey…or Mickey is Fitz." Olivia closed her eyes and shook her head realizing that she wasn't making sense from the mixed up look on Abby's face.

Taking a deep breath, Olivia continued in a laxer tone, "Mickey isn't my dad's loan shark's real name it's Fitz. Well Fitzgerald ," she explained.

"Oh" Abby let out in delayed understanding.

Abby was fully aware of the deal that Olivia was going to strike up with Fitz in an attempt to save the house that was about to be snatched out of her dad's grasp. Once Olivia came to her and confided the details surrounding her father's gambling debts and consequences he was about to face, Abby started to help Olivia look for ways to somehow get the money. Only when their brainstorming sessions produced no viable outcomes did Abby turn to her boyfriend Stephen, and with his help they were able to hook up with Stephen's frat brother who had the inside track on the auction. He had initially told Olivia she should enter to get the money, but once they told him who the loan shark was he recognize the name and told them that Fitz had entered the auction. It was Olivia's idea to go straight to him instead of going the auction route and Abby only agreed with her once Olivia had explained the ties she had to the house and her fear that her father would spiral out of control if he lost something that he and his wife worked so hard for. So with that information Abby acquiesced and stood on Olivia's side to bargain her virginity for her home.

"So you met with him and what was his answer? Is he going to do it," Abby asked all in one breath.

"Yes he accepted my proposal," Olivia said in a defeated voice.

Sitting on the chair next to her Abby placed her hand on Olivia's back and asked in a soothing voice, "That's good right, it's what you wanted ;for him to accept your alternative to the money?"

Shaking her head Olivia answered in a broken voice, full of tears, "Yes, but I still feel so mortified of the decision I made."

Pulling Olivia's head onto her shoulder Abby cooed to her for a moment before saying, "Liv you don't have to do this if you don't want to. You can always get another home."

Sitting up and looking directly into Abby's eyes Olivia nodded her head, "I do have to. The love I received and was weaned on in that house has made me the women you see today. I can't let it go without having done all I could to save it. I'll survive this and then have the deed signed over in my name so that if something like this never happens again. I want to be able to take my children there one day and point out every significant milestone I passed in that house."

Instead of arguing with Olivia's convictions Abby just simply supported her friend by saying, "Okay."

"I don't want to tell Quinn yet until I hash out all the details this Friday with Fitz. I'm going to his house so that we can finalize what this arrangement will be. He already told me that it is to last a year. Other than that no details were given."

"Wow. Liv. A year? I wouldn't have thought he would want that long. A man with his type of influence around town would seem to have his pick of women."

"I thought the same thing," Olivia said in a defeated voice. "Maybe he'll get tired of me after a few months and sign over the deed and that way I can go about my life and get my father out of this mess he has put us in."

Looking at each other for a long moment, Olivia broke the silence first.

"Let's get to bed. I've had a long day and from the looks of it I'm going to have a longer year."

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Olivia arrived at Fitz's apartment at 10:30 p.m on the nose. She had called him yesterday and he gave her the address to his Georgetown loft. Taking the elevator to the top floor of the building, the doors opened to a long, brick exposed hallway with wall sconces lite every few feet. At the end were a set of black lacquered double doors. Reaching the doors Olivia rang the doorbell that set just to the right of the doors and waited for Fitz to answer.

After about a minute the handle twisted and the doors swung open to a smiling Fitz wearing a light blue tee-shirt that displayed his muscular biceps beautifully, grey sweatpants that were hanging low on his waist and bare feet. She had to admit the man even had nice feet. For a fleeting moment the thought that she could do worse than having to screw him for a year flitted across her mind. Quickly gathering her wits Olivia looked into Fitz's eyes and said, "I'm here so let's get this negotiation underway."

"Wow, eager to get this show on the road are we," Fitz chuckled as he stepped aside so that Olivia could come into the apartment.

She stepped about three feet into the entry before she turned around to meet Fitz's gaze and as she did she could see that he wasn't making eye contact with her instead he quickly jerked his attention to her face from her ass.

"I take it you're an ass man," Olivia deadpanned as Fitz only shrugged his shoulders; clearly caught.

"What can I say it is a rather nice ass? Do you work out Olivia," Fitz question came across as genuine.

"Not in the going to the gym sense. I swim three or four times a week. It's my stress reliever from my course load and it provides me with an enjoyable substitute to crowded gyms."

Fitz frowned his mouth in appreciation as he turned to close the door and lock it.

"Leave your shoes on the mat by the door. They're not allowed in the house."

Looking down at her wedge sandals Olivia blew out a breath before she mumbled "Whatever" then went to work unstrapping the shoes and removing them to place them next to Fitz's by the door.

Not until she removed her shoes did Fitz realize just how much of a height difference was between them. She couldn't be any more than 5'3 or 5'4 while he stood at an even 6'2.

On the way down the hall Olivia looked around to take in Fitz's apartment and when they reached the living room she was thoroughly impressed by what she saw. It was gorgeous. The exposed brick was a theme throughout the whole house. In the living room the wall directly in front of her was made of glass and the view was gorgeous from what she could make out standing across the room. The furniture was tan, which was a long sofa with a recliner attached to the end sat next to a love seat with the back facing the window. Across from the sofa sat a massive sixty inch television mounted on the wall. Underneath were two oak wood shelves which held his DVD collection and on either side of the shelves stood surround sound speakers. The layout was open and sitting a little behind the living was a long, six person kitchen table and just beyond the dining table was an open state of the art kitchen. Next to the table were a set of curving stairs that led to an open upper room that Fitz used as an office. The island in the kitchen housed a six burner chef's stove and a deep sink. The two door fridge was stainless steel along with the dishwasher and double oven. The cabinets that lined the upper and lower walls were a soft tan and the backsplash was a mix of aqua blues and browns.

After taking in the open rooms Olivia turned to Fitz with an impressed look on her face.

"Wow nice place Fitz. Did you use a decorator?"

Placing a hand over his heart and feigning hurt Fitz asked with a smile playing at the corner of his lips "What you don't think that I could make this place this decent on my own?"

"No," was her simple answer.

"Boy you sure know how to stroke a man's ego," Fitz mumbled.

"Whatever. Look you ready to get down to busi...," Olivia trailed off when she realized just how suggestive her question sounded.

Giving her a devilish smile Fitz said "I was going to feed you first but if you want to skip right to fucking we can do that." Falling back on the sofa Fitz patted his thighs and looked at her and said, "How you want me?"

Olivia scoffed and rolled her eyes before meeting his again. "You know what I meant." She reached into her shoulder bag and pulled out her iPad before moving to sit on the couch next to him, leaving about a foot of distance between them, and brought up the document she typed earlier.

"So I figured we could meet on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays. Sundays don't work for me because I'm starting my summer internship next Monday and I need Sundays to do work and get prepared for the week. And well Mondays are a no go because it's the first day of the work week and a lot of assignments are given out along with having to present what we did over the weekend."

When she stopped to scroll down and take a breath Fitz casually asked, "And what about Saturdays?"

"I was just about to mention that. Saturdays are really the only days when I would get to see my friends. All of us are either doing summer internships or working so we have blocked off that day to be able to spend together. And I need to check on my dad." Olivia finished what she had to say and looked at Fitz to either agree or continue.

"Well first of all I hope you aren't too attached to that schedule, because it's not going to work."

"Fitz," Olivia interrupted ready to defend what she had come up with.

"No Olivia this is not on your terms. You came to me and asked if I would accept your services for the money your father owes me, and I said yes. But get one thing clear I am making the rules not you. I will be calling the shots not you. Whenever, wherever, and however is how this is going to work. I call, you come. The sooner you accept that the smoother this ride will be."

Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, Olivia realized that she was the one who wanted this. She had thrown herself on the sacrifice table to save something that was precious to her. But she still had to clarify the biggest issue.

"Fitz I understand that I asked for this, and you're right I have to play by your rules. But this internship is the last step for me to get my college degree. Once I finish this internship my lifelong dream of becoming a lawyer will be solidified, but I need a little understanding from you to do that. So I can't drop everything in the middle of the day and come to wherever you are because it could mean that I lose my internship and be set back another year, and frankly I can't afford that. So we need a few guidelines for how this is going to work. Fair enough?"

Olivia held her breath while she watched Fitz look like he was really taking what she was saying into consideration. If he decided that what she was asking was to much she would have to back out now.

Finally speaking he said "Okay. I understand. I'm not completely heartless and I can see that this is important to you."

Releasing the breath she held her eyes softened when she whispered a sincere thank you.

"But let's talk. What time are your internship hours?"

"They are Monday through Friday nine in the morning to five at night."

"And when you finish this you'll get your degree," Fitz asked.

"Well technically I graduate next May. After I finish this summer internship that I start the first of June, I have to take four more classes. So I'm splitting them up and taking two during the fall semester and the other two in the spring. That way I can finish on time and graduate with my friends."

"Okay. So how about this, I will give you Sundays and Mondays to yourself. But I want to see you Tuesday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday. Wednesdays I take care of important business so I won't be able to meet you those nights. You can get here at about seven we'll have dinner then we can move things to the bedroom. Don't worry about getting home those nights. You'll stay over and I will make sure you get to your internship on time"

"Can we compromise a little? I need Saturdays for my friends and family, and if I'm being completely honest my sanity."

"No I want to see you every Saturday Olivia. I have a very healthy libido and I won't go three days at a time without seeing you. Especially when I'm paying for it," Fitz smirked and ran his eyes up and down her body one time for good measure.

Fitz words hit Olivia right in the gut. He was paying her for sex and it had been her idea completely, but she wouldn't show him how hurt she was nor would she fold without at least trying to get things to work out a little better in her favor.

"Fitz can I have two Saturdays a month, everything else I concede to but I need to be able to keep important relationships in my life together," Olivia ended with a plea in her voice.

Fitz could see that this was important to her. He had friends, not much family, but he knew how important they were to him so he compromised.

"Okay Olivia you can have the two Saturdays a month, but everything else stays how it is now. Do you think seven will give you enough time to get here after leaving your internship?"

"Yes. It's not too far from here and I'll just bring my things to work with me on those days."

So it was done. Their arrangement details had been settled and she wasn't to upset with the outcome. But she did have one major question that had been left unanswered: when exactly would they consummate this aforementioned arrangement?

"Uhm Fitz…when are you going to you know…," Olivia trailed off embarrassed by the question and blushing from having to ask it. Shouldn't he have mentioned that while he was laying down the law a few minutes ago?

"As soon as possible," he said sliding toward her, erasing the space that she had placed between them when she sat down.

Leaning his head toward Olivia he whispered "kiss me."

Pulling her head back and looking directly into his eyes she said "you don't think that it's a little early to be kissing? I just met you two days ago."

Pulling back and releasing a breath Fitz came back with "Olivia in a matter of minutes I'm going to have my fingers up that short lace dress you're wearing and easing my fingers into your pussy. Do you really think a kiss is to soon?" Fitz spoke the words as casually as if telling her the weather forecast for the weekend.

A flush rose from Olivia's chest all the way down to her core. The crassness of his words made her shift in her seat, but the authority that he spoke them with turned her on more than she would have cared to admit.

"So do you want to kiss me first or skip the foreplay and get right to the good stuff," he ended the question with a sexy smirk on his face.

Thinking that a kiss wouldn't be so bad and that it was best that she just go ahead and get it over with Olivia leaned toward Fitz and brushed her top lip from the bottom of his mouth to the top. When their lips were aligned Olivia puckered her mouth and gently settled her mouth against his. She stayed in the position unmoving, and uneasy because she was kissing a man she hardly knew but was already attracted to.

Fitz took the lead away from Olivia. He tilted his head to the side and slightly opened his mouth and slid his tongue along the seam of her closed lips.

More out of curiosity of what he tasted like than intentionally meaning to advance the kiss, Olivia ran the tip of her tongue along her bottom lip collecting his taste; and it was nothing like other kisses she had shared with previous love interest. His taste was uniquely his own, and any word she tried to find to describe it failed her.

Fitz ran his tongue along the seam of her lips again this time a little more forcibly and Olivia opened her mouth giving him permission to deepen the kiss. What she thought was just going to be a chaste kiss quickly deepened and became passionate. Fitz moved his hands to either side of her face loving her sweet taste and doing all he could to get more by licking every surface of her mouth. The delicate moan she released as her own hands found their way to the nape of his neck, and her fingers glided through the hair there made his cock jump.

Fighting the urge to fuck her right on the couch Fitz pulled back and looked into her face. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was parted drawing in short, shallow breaths. The kiss had caused her lips to swell slightly and they gave off the appearance of having been stung by a bee. Olivia opened her eyes and looked directly in to Fitz's grey, lustful ones as she leaned in and took his bottom lip between her teeth and released it with a soft plop. Fitz had to stop himself from throwing her to her back at onto the couch at the action.

"That was unexpected," Olivia released the words on a breath.

Chuckling Fitz stood from the couch before he picked up where they left off a moment ago. Extending his hand to help her up Fitz said, "Come on dinner is waiting for us."

Fitz directed Olivia to sit at the table while he proceeded into the kitchen to get the parmesan chicken, salad and garlic bread that his house keeper and cook Edna had left warming for them. Placing the food on the table Fitz turned back to the wine cooler that sat hidden away between two lower cabinets and grabbed a bottle of red wine. Sitting at the table Fitz popped the cork, topped off the glasses and the two of them picked up their forks to start their meal.

Dinner passed in relative silence as they preferred to concentrate on chewing than actually talking. Olivia didn't know what to say anyway and Fitz was more interested in getting through the meal so they can get to the part of the evening that made his cock jump a little whenever he thought about it.

Finishing dinner, Olivia stood and started to clear the table. She picked up her plate and reached over Fit's shoulder to get his as well. She knew that this was her first time in his house, but she needed a distraction and something to take her mind off of what was about to take place soon. She scrapped the scraps into the garbage disposal before returning to the table and grabbing the dishes of food and placing them on the counter. Before she knew what was happening Fitz was behind her pushing her front against the counter and sliding his hands around her hips.

"I know what you're doing," his hot breath made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up as he pushed his mouth directly to her ear.

"What," Olivia asked so softly that if he wasn't standing right next to her he would not have heard it.

Sliding his hands up her outer thighs and to the seams on either side of her panties he whispered back, "You're trying to prolong the inevitable."

Releasing a lustful, horny moan Olivia pushed her hips back a little and was rewarded with the feeling of his hard length pressed to the crack of her ass. As nervous as she was the feeling of desire was more prominent and driving her boldness at the moment.

Encouraged by her actions Fitz moved his fingers to the top of her underwear and pushed them down to her knees until they fell the rest of the way to the floor. Olivia stepped out of them and as she did Fitz took his knee and nudged her legs a little further apart and placed his hands on the inside of her thighs, close to her core but not quit touching and pulled the flesh of her thighs around and outward.

Olivia released another moan as she felt her lower lips open up and air hit her right in her center. But she didn't stay exposed for long as Fitz slide his two middle fingers down between her lips and gently rubbed her clit while latching onto her ear lobe.

She gasped and welcomed the wave of desire that ran through her body. She wanted the feeling that he gave her in his office back, when he had used his finger to make her climax.

Pushing her hand between her legs and placing it on top of his, Olivia directed Fitz's hand to her opening and swiveled her hips to let him know what she wanted. And he obliged. Knowing that she was a virgin he wasn't about to make any moves that would make this process more difficult, if she was ready for his fingers than he would indulge her. Pushing his two middle fingers into her tight canal he reveled at the sweet sigh that wrapped around him as her pleasure was heightened with each thrust into her.

Seeing that Fitz hadn't smacked her hand away when she directed him a moment ago, Olivia reached behind her and pulled the string of his sweatpants loosening them so that her hand could fit in. Moving her hand down she was pleased to find that not only was he already hard, which she felt earlier, but that the tip of his cock was leaking precum. Olivia may have never had sex before but she had given a hand job on more than one occasion. Swirling the precum around the tip of his swollen head caused Fitz to grunt and drop his head to her shoulder and halted his hand movements between her thighs.

Giggling Olivia turned her face toward his temple and said "too much," in as innocent a voice she could muster with lust pumping through her vein.

Lifting his head and meeting her chocolate searing orbs Fitz pushed his fingers deeper into her and groaned "Never."

Taking his free hand and pushing down his sweatpants and underwear Fitz backed away from Olivia enough to bend her over the counter until her back was straight. Pushing her dress over her ass he pulled her ass cheeks apart and hissed at the sight of her pink pussy wet and swollen just asking for his cock to be inside.

Leaning forward over her back Fitz whispered in her ear, "Relax. I'm not going to put it in just loosening you up a little before we go to my bedroom."

Pulling back Fitz took his length into his hands and stroked a few times causing more precum to appear. Moving toward her Fitz ran the tip of his shaft from the front of her center, over her clit and stopped at the entrance. Enjoying the sound of her groans as pleasure coursed through he, he did this a few more times until Olivia pushed her hips back when he got to her opening. The action caused his tip to slip in and the moment it did Olivia walls contracted around his head. They both let out long moans at the unexpected intrusion but welcomed euphoria it caused.

Pulling out of her and turning her around Fitz attacked her mouth hungrily. He was trying to take it slow but the way she was making him feel at the moment it didn't look like they would be going slow anytime soon. Without breaking the kiss Fitz stepped out of his pants and began to walk Olivia backward toward the hallway right off the kitchen that lead to his bedroom. Blindly they walked past a bathroom and a second bedroom whose doors were situated directly across from each other until they reached the end of the hall and backed their way through the cracked door of the master bedroom.

Continuing through the door Fitz navigated them toward the big California king bed in the middle of the room and they both fell backward toward the center. Olivia started to push at the bottom of his tee shirt willing him to take it off. She wanted to feel his skin on hers, and he broke the kiss just long enough to do so. Now completely naked Fitz grabbed the hem of Olivia's dress and pulled it up until he removed it and absently threw it across the room somewhere.

Unlatching their mouths Fitz looked down to see that Olivia hadn't worn a bra under the dress and was now naked as well. He rolled his weight to the side and let his eyes freely roam her exposed body. He noticed her swallow hard as his eyes slowly journeyed down to her perky full breast and hard dark brown nipples. Her stomach was toned and flat and her hipbones protruded out just slightly. But her womanhood held his attention. Waxed clean except for a strip of hair down the center it was perfect. Puffy were it he liked it and pink where it needed to be he was truly impressed. Taking his hand and bending her knee up so that the heel of her foot rested of the edge of the bed Fitz marveled at her openness. Taking a finger and rubbing it around her clit and down her slit, Fitz collected her juices and brought them to his mouth. Looking directly into her eyes Fitz sucked on the finger savoring her taste and getting acquainted with it since he was going to be enjoying it for the next year. "Sweet. Delicious. Perfect." He said as he watched the goosebumps form on her upper arms.

Olivia had never been so turned on in her entire life. She always thought that one had to be in love to experience the type of passion she was feeling right now, but Fitz was quickly showing her that was not the case. As she watched him enjoy the taste of her she couldn't help but want to join in on the experience. So she grabbed the back of his head and pulled him down and kissed him; thoroughly. Sweeping her tongue around his mouth she collected the remnants of her taste from him and closed her eyes and relished.

Rising up on his knees Fitz pulled Olivia up by the pits of her arms and moved her to the center of the bed. Once they got there Fitz moved over her and placed a knee between her legs. Olivia knew what was about to come and tried her best to not tense up. After everything that had taken place between them so far tonight she wanted this. So she took a deep breath and relaxed. Looking into Fitz's grey, stormy eyes she knew that he wanted her just as much if not more. Lifting her head, Olivia once again connected their mouths, but Fitz only deepened the kiss for a moment before he started moving down her body and latching on to her neck. Placing soft, succulent kisses until he reached the soft spot underneath her ear and adding a little suction. Olivia elongated her neck inviting him to continue but instead he continued his trail downward toward her breast. He latched onto a pebbled nipple and circled his tongue around it a few times than brought a free hand to her other breast squeezing it.

The simultaneous squeezing and licking was making Olivia unravel at the seams. A fire was burning in her belly and if Fitz didn't do something to quench it soon she was sure she would burn from the inside out. Fitz seemed to sense her distress by the frustrated groan that erupted from her chest when he pulled his hand away from her breast. But he didn't keep her waiting. He smoothed his hand over her flat stomach until he reached her mound and slide his fingers around either side of her clit, avoiding touching it directly.

Olivia's back arched off the bed at the contact. He wasn't helping the fire in her by teasing and to show him Olivia grabbed Fitz's hand and pushed it down until his finger once again made contact with her entrance. Circling a long finger around her opening he pushed it into her and started moving in and out at a rapid pace.

She couldn't take it. She was so close to orgasm that she started moving her hips to the movements that his fingers were keeping inside of her. And it was good. But just as she was about to fall over the edge he pulled his fingers out and moved over her. "Your first orgasm in my office was a courtesy, but this next one I want to feel your walls around my dick."

She watched as he reached down between them and grabbed a hold of his length. He pushed her legs further apart with his knee then took the head of his cock and swiped it rapidly back and forth over her clit. Olivia bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from yelling out in pleasure. Ten seconds more of this and she would be there, instead Fitz moved down to her entrance, placed his heavy length there and paused. "Breath," was his command and Olivia met his eyes and let out a long breath just as Fitz pushed his dick all the way into her to the hilt.

Olivia gasped and grabbed his shoulder reaching for the closet things to hold onto to counteract the pain that shot threw her.

"The hard part is over Olivia," Fitz said as he pulled back a little and pushed forward again.

This time the pain was bearable, but still present. By the fourth thrust the pain was a faint remembrance,and the pleasure from moments earlier was starting to return. By the time his pumps evened out the pain from before was completely gone, and she found herself meeting his up strokes with a down stroke of her own. Wrapping her legs around his waist Fitz slide in a little deeper and the intense sensation that coursed through her caused her to cry out.

Fitz pushed into her faster, grabbing her thighs he pulled her into him each thrust taking him to the end of her. Then he moved his fingers down between her legs and found her clit and started stoking in tight, fast circles, and that was her undoing.

"Fitz..Fitz. I'm coming. Ah so good," she cried as she moved her hand up to the nape of his neck and grabbed a handful of hair.

Gritting his teeth Fitz slid faster into her wet folds willing himself to finish at the same time she did. As her core constricted around him a guttural moan left his chest and his shoulders quivered.

Olivia let out a cry. It felt like a thousand bolts of electricity had shocked her as her back arched off the bed and she came in a rush his name on her lips.

"Ahhh, Fitz."

He wasn't far behind. Three more thrust and he was coming. "You're so fucking tight," he groaned out as his balls drew up with his a bit of rhythm, his body jerked repeatedly until all his seed was deep inside of her.

Rolling off of her as to not crush her, they both lay on their backs sticky and covered in sweat. Their shoulders rising and falling rapidly as they both came down from the high of their shared orgasm.

Olivia's muscles were sore and the inside of her legs tender not to mention sticky with both of their fluids running out of her. She wanted to get up and clean herself but with the energy she just exerted and the sleepless two nights leading up to this moment caught up to her. Olivia felt her eyes closing against her will. Turning over and looking directly into Fitz's stormy grey eyes a smile touched the corners of her lips before unconsciousness set in.

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Sunlight peeking through cracked blinds was an unwelcome intrusion into Olivia's slumber. Blinking rapidly as she squinted into the light she wondered why sunlight was coming into her room when she had blackout curtains to avoid waking up to this specific problem. Sitting up slowly Olivia realized that she was not in her room but in a very unfamiliar one.

Then it dawned on her as her sleepy brain started to put together the pieces of what had taken place last night. Coming to Fitz's house, kissing him on the couch, dinner and most importantly the best sex she ever had in her life. She softly chuckled out loud thinking, as if I have an basis for comparison.

Looking around Olivia took in her surroundings for the first time. Now that it was daylight she could see just how spacious the master bedroom was. To her left set a long window wall that started at one end of the room and went to the other. The bed sat in front of an exposed brick wall with dark wood night stands on both sides and tall black lamps sitting next to them. A few feet in front of the bed set a half brick wall that housed a gas fireplace and above the fireplace mantel set another massive television. Sitting to the right was a small sitting area, were two large brown leather arm chairs with ottomans sat facing the fireplace. There were brown sliding doors on both sides of the wall. One she assumed led to his master closet with the other led to the bathroom. After taking in the space decorated in dark browns and creams, Olivia chanced a glance over her right shoulder to Fitz.

He was just sitting there looking at her with an amused smile that barely made the ends of his lips curl up. "Like what you see," he asked and waited quietly for her answer.

Pulling the fluffy down comforter up to cover her chest Olivia bit the corner of her lip and looked straight ahead. All of a sudden shy and to self aware that she was sitting in a bed naked with a man, especially one she had only met three days ago.

Chuckling at her sudden shyness Fitz pulled Olivia down onto her back and leaned over her and looked directly onto her eyes. "It's to late to be shy, your innocence is already lost."

Looking away from him Fitz grabbed her chin and leaned down and kissed the corner of her mouth. The gesture was so sweet that it almost brought tears to her eyes. Fitz started running his fingers up and down her flat belly as if trying to calm her. "We need to talk," he said softly.

Clearing his throat Fitz continued. "I didn't use a condom last night. I got carried away in the heat of the moment and it honestly just slipped my mind."

She could tell by the way his lashes lowered that he meant what he was saying and that he was truly regretful of his actions.

"I know. I got caught up too and forgot to insist that you put one on. But I'm not worried about that Fitz, I can take a pill. I'm more worried about your sexual status. I don't know how you live your life and I won't assume but I need to know: am I in any harm of catching a STD?" Olivia asked the question and didn't feel an ounce of guilt because her safety was her fore most concern at the moment.

Rolling over her and reaching into the nightstand drawer Fitz pulled out a sealed envelope and handed it to Olivia.

"I got this done two days ago after we talked in my office. I went and got tested and had a rush put on the results. Don't worry I'm clean. I already have my copy, but I had the doctor print this one out for you and seal it. I always use a condom Olivia, but since we agreed to do this for the next year I had the test done. I don't intend to use condoms with you, and now that I've had you without one I don't intend to start."

Olivia gave Fitz a skeptical look before saying, " you've never had sex without a condom before?"

Fitz shook his head, "No. I want to be safe too and I don't want any illegitimate Grants running around D.C." He finished by chuckling.

"So you don't want kids," Olivia asked out of pure curiosity. She wasn't volunteering to have his kids but the look in his eyes when he said it made her wonder if he hated the thought of having kids out of wedlock or if he was dismissing the idea of fathering children all together.

"No I don't." Was all he said choosing not to elaborate on the fact that his father was a shitty person to him most of his life and that if he had a child of his own he wouldn't know the first thing about being a good father.

"While you were sleeping I had someone run by a twenty-four Walgreens and grab a morning after pill kit for you. It's in the bathroom."

Releasing a breath she didn't realize she was holding Olivia said thank you. A kid was the last thing she needed while trying to get her degree and start her career. And also she could NOT have a child by the man she agreed to sell her virginity to to save her childhood home.

Looking at him Olivia expressed her feelings out loud. "Thank you for the pills and this," she said slightly raising the envelope.

"Your welcome," he said with a simple nod.

"Now I need to take a shower and get home, but I didn't bring any extra clothes with me."

Fitz hopped up out the bed. At some point during the night he had put on a fresh pair of tight black boxer briefs. He walked to the door on the right of the brick wall in front of them and slide it open and walked in. A minute later he reemerged with a tee shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants.

"You can wear these home. But before you go we are going to swing by a doctor's office and get you on a prescription of birth control pills.

Raising an eyebrow Olivia asked, "You know a gyno who's office is open on a Saturday."

"Yes I know a gyno, but his office isn't open on Saturdays. Let's just say he owes me a favor. I called him while you were sleeping he's expecting us."

Smirking at her he walked to the bed and dropped the clothes at the bottom before saying, "I'll go grab your panties from the kitchen."

Olivia threw herself back on the fluffy, white pillow and pulled the comforter over her head so that Fitz wouldn't see the blush that was covering her face and chest.

Throwing his head back and laughing out loud Fitz said, "Oh Olivia, I'm going to enjoy you immensely over this next year."

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Olivia left Fitz's doctor friend with a prescription for birth control and orders to not engage an any unprotected sex for a week. He explained that's how long it would take for the medication to effectively prevent pregnancy.

Fitz wasn't to happy with the "no sex for a week" directive so he told Olivia that they would just wait the week out before she had to officially start their arrangement. Olivia appreciated that because her internship was starting on Monday and it would give her time to settle in before she had to start being at Fitz's house three nights during the week.

When she got home that night she told Abby about the schedule that she had set up with Fitz and that he was actually a lot nicer than she thought that he was going to be. She told her about how gentle he had been their first night together and that he even went as far as making sure she was protected from both disease and pregnancy.

When Olivia sat Quinn down later that night too tell her what had happened with her father and the deal she had made with his debtor to pay him off, Quinn sat opened mouth and listened intently and only stopped her when she had a question about something she felt Olivia had left out. After she finished telling the story in full to her, Quinn just sat for a minute with no words coming out of mouth. She, like Abby, knew that Olivia was saving herself for her true love. So for her to do something so drastic and out of character for her she knew that it was important and she did not judge her friend.

When she was finally able to form words again a sly smile touched the corner of her lips before she asked "So tell me is he a breadstick or a baguette?"

Olivia and Abby both fell back on the chair laughing so hard that they had tears coming out of their eyes. Leave it to Quinn to be completely blunt when asking about another man's junk. Wiping her tears Olivia answered with "Oh he is definitely a baguette. When I saw how big he was after we finished, I was surprised he hadn't split me in half upon entrance."

This led to another round of laughter from the girls before they sobered and Quinn asked, "But seriously Liv do you think that you can go along with this for a year and not get your emotions involved? I mean he is your first and even considering the circumstances most girls do have some kind of lifelong connection with the man they chose to give their virginity to."

"I can do this Quinn. I have to do this to save my home and my dad. And even if I do grow feeling for him believe me when I say that he'll do something to make me come to my senses and I have a fail safe in California. You know I'm leaving right after graduation. I'll never have to see him again after the year is up if I don't want to."

Quinn gave her a skeptical look but just nodded her head and said ok. If she felt she could handle this who was she to tell her otherwise.

Clapping her hands Olivia stood from the couch and looked between her friends before saying "now let's go pick out the perfect outfit for me to wear for the first day of my internship tomorrow."

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The June morning was already hot as Olivia walked through the doors of Gordon Ward and Associates. It was 8:45 Monday morning and she was due to start her internship at 9 a.m. Pushing the up arrow on the elevator she waited nervously for it to arrive at the lobby floor. As she stood facing the door she heard two men voices approaching from behind talking about a case they were working on. Turning to see who the voices belonged too Olivia came face to face with an older white man who was at least six feet tall, silver hair that was parted and gelled down, blue eyes and a grey power suit and tie that looked expensive and fit him so perfectly she guessed that it had to have been custom made and he looked to be in his late fifties, early sixties. He was talking to a black man who was about his same height, low cut hair, light brown eyes and a suit that fit him just as nicely. He was actually rather good looking and reminded her of a younger version of Will Smith, actually Will Smith in Independence Day. When the men made it to the elevator they both acknowledged her. A moment later the elevator opened and they all stepped in. The Will Smith look alike asked her what floor she was heading to and when she said thirty one he smiled and said me too.

Extending his hand he introduced himself. "I'm Stacey by the way. Stacey Knight and this is William Gordon, the Gordon in Gordon Ward and Associates. Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you as well Mr. Knight," Olivia said taking his preferred hand.

"Please call me Stacey," he smiled.

Turning to William Gordon Olivia had to control her voice she was so excited to be meeting him in person. "Mr. Gordon it is such an honor to meet you. I've been working to secure this internship since the time I started law school. Your firm is one of the best crisis management firms in D.C." Olivia said all in one breath.

Chuckling Mr. Gordon extended his right hand and said, "In that case I know you are going to work hard and impresses me this summer correct?"

"Oh yes sir. I've dreamed of this for the past two years. I'm going to knock your socks."

He nodded as the doors opened on their floor and they all stepped off.

Mr Gordon turned to Olivia and said "have a great first day and summer Olivia."

Turning to his left at the receptionist desk Gordon Ward walked away toward his office while Olivia stopped at the desk and took in the older woman with friendly eyes. "Hi. I'm Olivia Pope and I'm here to meet with Cyrus Beene. I start my internship today."

"Oh. Hello Ms. Pope. You're the first of your group to arrive and you will be meeting Mr. Beene in conference room two. It's straight down the hall and to the left.

"I'll show you, I have to walk right past it on the way to my office," a voice from behind her volunteered. Looking behind her she saw that it was Stacey. He hadn't moved from behind her since they got off the elevator.

"Okay."

On the way to the conference room she learned that Stacey was a junior partner and was currently working on a case involving a senator and his employment of illegal immigrants.

Stopping at the conference room door Stacey wished her good look and continued on down the hall, looking back over his shoulder once before completely disappearing.

Olivia met the other three interns shortly after getting to the conference room. Two guys and another girl. Josh and Daniel knew each other previously while Debra had only moved to D.C to attend law school. Shortly after introductions were made Cyrus came in, gave a brief overview on what they would be doing for the summer than showed them to the interns office where four desk were set up.

Taking a deep breath Olivia looked around and rubbed her hands across the smooth wood of the desk before thinking, I'm going to do great things this summer.

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The first week of her internship flew by and before she knew it Monday had come around again and it was time to meet up with Fitz. When she walked into his building, the front desk attendant told her that she was to wait in Mr. Grant's apartment for him and he gave her a key on a small silver keychain.

Taking the key Olivia took the elevator to the top floor and let herself into the apartment. Fitz was not home but a note on the kitchen counter told her to make herself at home and he would be there shortly.

Taking her bag to the bedroom Olivia stripped from her work clothes that were a little sweaty from her walk and moved toward the bathroom to shower. Once she finished she threw on a GW tee shirt and back stretch shorts, exactly what she would have worn at home, and moved back to the living room grabbing her bag and getting comfortable on the couch to start on the research she was responsible for the case they were assigned to work with Cyrus.

Two and a half hours later as she was powering down her laptop she heard the front door open and a moment later Fitz appeared holding a bag of take out in his hand.

As he made his way to the kitchen she got up and walked after him. "Is this the time you get home every night?" She asked as Fitz sat the bag on the island and started to pull out containers.

"Yeah. Since we are meeting during the week I'm trying to leave the club around 10 which should put me here by 10:30. Why is that a problem?" He turned and crossed his arms and waited for her answer.

"Oh no. I was just wondering because it was actually perfect. I was just finishing what I was assigned from work today when you walked in the door. So of this is the time you get home that should give me enough time to do my work."

"Good. Let's eat. It's really been a long day for me and a longer week." Studying the loose fitting tee shirt and tight shorts she wore his libido kicked in to overdrive. "My cock has been hard since last Sunday afternoon. I hope you're ready." A smile brightened his face.

"Well that's what I'm here for," Olivia mumble as she looked over the food Fitz had taken out of the bag.

After eating Fitz and Olivia moved to his bedroom. As she pulled back the sheets to get in the bed he headed to the bathroom wanting to get a shower before bed.

Olivia sat in the bed listening to the running water of the shower and wondering if this time would be as painful as the first time. After the initial pain the pleasure was amazing but she was still a bit nervous. Laying back she heard the water cut off and a few minutes later Fitz emerged in just his underwear and made his way to the other side of the bed.

Climbing in the bed Fitz moved toward Olivia until his body was flush with her back. At the physical contact she could feel that he was already hard. Although she was a little nervous the moment she felt his manhood against the soft curve of her ass something ignited in her and sexual need was erasing her nerves. Her need hitched higher when Fitz slid his hand over the bottom of her lower abdomen and pushed her shirt up until he was massaging her bare flesh.

Slowly moving his hand higher up her shirt Fitz was glad when his fingers came in contact with her naked breast. He squeezed them a few times before pinching her erect nipple and smiled to himself when she let out a soft, lustful moan.

Pulling her back until she laid flat on her back Fitz moved over her and connected their lips in a slow, passionate kiss. He grabbed the the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head only disconnecting the kiss long enough to rid her body of it. Once her shirt was gone Fitz grabbed her shorts and underwear pushing them down in one smooth motion and she kicked them off once they met her ankles.

Then he pushed his underwear down and off. His need for her was astounding. He had gone the whole week thinking about her tight, hot sex wrapped around his cock and now that she was in his bed again the anticipation to be inside her again was killing him. He moved over her, settling his hips into the cradle of her sex.

She felt him. He was hard and smooth and hot. She knew in a matter of moments he would be inside her again. Opening her legs more to accommodate him, an ached formed in the pit of her stomach. Her hunger for him doubled as his hands moved all over her body. He owned her in that moment and she accepted that he also owned her pleasure. His fingers coasted over her wet folds a few times before he pushed two in her unexpectedly. She released a grunt of pleasure at the sudden intrusion into her body. As good as it felt she wanted his dick inside her and not his fingers.

He slid his fingers in and out of her a few times before he pulled them out and grunted in her ear, "I have to have you."

Reaching between their bodies Fitz grabbed his dick and slide it through her folds a few times before lining himself up with her opening and pushing into her.

"You're so tight," he grunted as he slowly started to rock his body into her.

Her body stretched and accepted him. This time there was only a moment of uncomfort before her body was being washed in pleasure. She couldn't stop the noises that came from her as Fitz plunged deeper and deeper with each thrust of his hips. When he reached between them and started to stroke her clit she cried out as the pleasure pushed her closer and faster toward her climax. His fingers moved in fast circles and her body was bathed in intense heat as she felt her sex start to spasm.

"Come for me," he whispered. And as if her body had been waiting for the command she felt her release hit her suddenly.

"Ah Fitz!" She yelled as she her pussy spasmed around him.

He pumped faster. Her climax bringing on his own. He gripped her hips pulling her into him faster. Each clench of her sex around his dick making him clench his teeth tighter.

"Fuck" he groaned as he buried himself deep inside her as his orgasm hit. She felt his hot seed bathe her womb as she watched him quiver from the pleasure he had just given the both of them.

He released his hold on her hips and and slid his hands up the bed and under her arms as he collapsed, not wanting to settle his whole weight onto her. His face was in the cradle of her shoulder and neck as he worked to catch his breath. And as he did Olivia ran her hands up and down his back, feeling the sheen of sweat he produced, and bringing comfort to his tired muscles.

After a while Fitz rolled over off of her and onto his back. Her skin was damp and the cool air from the room caused her to shiver a bit. He kissed her lips quickly then stood and made his way to the master bathroom. Olivia heard the water come on and run for a few moments before it cut off. Fitz came from the bathroom a few minutes later carrying a washcloth. He walked to her side of the bed and pulled the sheets back, and gently pushed her knees apart and washed her sex with the cloth.

He returned a moment later and climbed in the bed and pulled her back flush against his body. The action took Olivia by surprise but instead of saying anything she adjusted herself until she was satisfied and let sleep over take her body.

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Over the next three months Olivia and Fitz's meetings became very scheduled and clinical almost. She would arrive at his home on the days they agreed on and take the time until he got home to do the work she brought with her from her internship. And she used her two Saturday's a month to have a good time with her friends. After all she only had a limited time with them because of Fitz and due to the fact that in a matter of months they would be graduating from law school and starting their lives in the real world.

Although their sexual encounters became clinical the sex was anything but. Over the past few months Fitz had been teaching Olivia about all the different ways sex could be pleasurable.

First he worked on her patience. He noticed that after she got comfortable with sex she would often try and rush him, greedy for the high of an orgasm and lacking the appreciation that foreplay could bring.

So to teach her, he would start teasing her from the moment he walked in the door. When he would arrive home he would often find her sitting on the couch doing work. When he would come in she would drop everything and stand to kiss him. So Fitz started there. Instead of giving her the short, quick peck of a "I'm home" kiss he deepened the kiss. He would grab her around the waist as her arms circled his shoulders. Then slowly run his tongue around the frame of lips before taking her bottom lips between his and releasing it slowly. As he plunged his tongue into her mouth and took his time tasting her he would slid his large hands down and grab her ass. Squeezing the apple of her cheeks he would let his fingers gently glide over her hot heat a few times. When he felt her completely on edge then and only then would he release her. She would hold onto him for dear life trying to get him to finish what he started but he wouldn't. Instead for the rest of the evening until they went to bed he would tease her. Coming up behind her while she stood at the kitchen sink washing their dinner dishes he would circle his hips on her ass letting her feel how hard he was. While they watched TV on the couch he would pull one of her legs over his thighs and slowly massage from her ankle to her thigh. When he got close to her sex he would rub his knuckles up and down her center until she would throw her head back and then stop. When it was time for bed he would come out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist and proceed to get his clothes together for the next day, all the while knowing that her eyes watched every move he made. Then he would walk into the room and drop his towel giving her a full frontal view of his body before he would slid into bed naked. He would pull her to him and place his hand on her lower stomach and slowly draw his name under her navel over and over again until she would get so frustrated that she would turn over grab the back of his head and pull him into a kiss doing her level best to get him to act. Then he would remove her clothes and fuck her till the only word she was able to remember was his name.

But he didn't stop teaching her there. He taught her the pleasures of oral sex and the first time he ate her pussy she thought she was going to crawl out of skin as her climax hit her so hard and suddenly that she saw lights flashing behinds her eyes. But she wouldn't be out done. She went online and watched a video about how to give head so that your man would enjoy it and diligently took notes. She also asked Abby for a tip or two. After a quick trip to the grocery store for a couple of bananas Abby and Olivia sat on her bed as Abby showed her how to deep throat. A few gags and tears later Olivia was able to get the banana down her throat without her gag reflexes tensing up. One night while they watched a movie Olivia made her move. She got on her knees between his legs and massaged his length until he was rock hard and frustrated. She pulled his sweats and underwear down and took his hot, heavy length into her hands. Slowly stroking him a few times she teased the head before taking him completely into her knew she was doing it right because Fitz was pulling her hair so tight once his dick hit the back of her throat. When he came she swallowed every drop of his seed as she worked his balls through his release. When she finished Fitz pulled her off her knees and kissed her until she was breathless. He vowed to thank Abby if he ever met her swearing that he had never come so hard in his life.

They also experimented with handcuffs and ice and dessert toppings. Shower sex was a given after Fitz interrupted her one morning while she was getting ready, and she found that her day seemed to be a lot more productive after. As long as Olivia didn't feel to uncomfortable they tried it. She found that she loved sex the most when Fitz would bend her over the couch in the living room and take her hard and relentlessly from behind. A few times they actually slept on the living room floor to spent to get up and get in the bed.

But they also were getting to know each other better. Olivia shared with Fitz why her childhood home was so important to her. About how her mother and father taught her so many things there that she just couldn't bear to part with it. She told about her embarrassing moment of being caught by her father during her first kiss and also why she choose to go to law school and into crisis management, because she often found herself wanting to help people when they seemed to be having the worst moments in their lives. She shared how her mother was her best friend and how she hardly ever called her anything but Livvie. Fitz found the pet name cute and asked her could he call her that as well. After a moment of thinking about it she said sure, after all she had given her virginity to him and she felt a little less dirty when he called her that.

Fitz also opened up and told her about his childhood. From before he was born his father was in the business of loansharking and exhortation. He started going out to collect money with his dad when he was about ten. Every Wednesday his dad would go to the small businesses that he was providing "protection" for and collect his fees. At night he ran a small gambling club in the back of the strip club he started, Mickey's, where she had met him at for the first time. And the money his father got from doing these things was enough for him and his mother to live comfortably. But for the life of him Fitz could not figure out why his mother and father ever got together let alone married. She was a saint compared to his dad. She took Fitz to church twice a week, she loved to be home working on her garden and keeping house for her husband and son, her boys as she would often refer to them. Once he asked her about how she and his father had ended up together and she told him, "I've loved your father since I was nine years old, and I see the good in him even if everyone else doesn't." He told her how he got his brain for business from his mother. Although his father got his money through ill gotten gain, his mother took the money and invested it in the stock market and real estate. She taught him how to read stocks and save his money and by the time Fitz was seventeen he knew that he wanted to work in the finical world. Because of his mother's business brain his family was very wealthy but his father still held onto his illegal businesses, liking the fear and power his named carried. Fitz graduated from college with a degree in business, but his dad talked him into taking over the "family business." He revealed to her that the reason why he wanted a virgin was because of what his father had done. When he was fourteen his father brought him a hooker for his birthday. He didn't want to touch the woman but out of fear of what his father would say to him and the need he had to please him he had sex with the woman. And from there his sexual appetite was born. All through high school and college he only went for girls that had a dictionary of sexual knowledge preferring the experienced type. When he hit his thirties he wanted to try something different, hence his want for a virgin.

She asked him if his parents were still alive since he knew all about her mother and he revealed that his mother died when he was twenty-nine from breast cancer. She made him promise to do something more productive with his life besides taking other people's money, and he was was going to. But after his mother died his father lost his moral compass and became mean and ruthless. Fitz stayed on and helped his father more so out of concern of what he would do to others. His father had died last year suddenly from a brain aneurysm and Fitz gave himself two years to settle his father's business deals before he became completely legit. He had more than enough money from the stocks and real estate his family owned and were now solely his being that he was an only child.

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As much as Olivia enjoyed the sex she and Fitz were having, she enjoyed the weekends she had off with her friends more. She would use the time to just catch up on gossip and sleep. Also it gave her a chance to hang out with the new friends that she made from her internship. Including Stacy.

She often found herself on the elevator with him every morning entering work. At first it was just casual light conversation on the ride up in the mornings on what cases they were working on and how their weekends went. Then one of the cases she was assigned to Stacy was the lead counselor on so she found herself working closely with him for two weeks. During the time she would work with him in his office sometimes they would spend blocks of time comparing likes and dislikes and favorite tv shows and books getting to know one another better, and before she knew it time had flown by and it was time to leave work.

Olivia didn't feel bad for getting close to another guy while she was having sex with Fitz. She was getting what she needed as a woman from Stacy, the compliments and awesome conversation and all around nice guy, while at night her sexual needs were being filled and surpassed by Fitz. Although she didn't feel guilty about Stacy, she never mentioned to Fitz that Stacy was actually a guy when she would bring up his name in conversation. She knew that her relationship with Fitz was monogamous sexually, but she could lead Stacy around with her good looks, intelligence and feminine wiles and it was a boost to her ego at the end of the day.

So one Friday night Stacy invited the interns and a couple of other lawyers from the firm to a birthday celebration he had set up at one of downtown D.C's most popular bars. Olivia wanted to go so she called up Fitz and asked could she be late because her friend Stacy had invited some people for a birthday party. Fitz said sure, mainly because he needed to catch up on some things that he had let fall by the wayside since he was spending most of his time with Olivia anyways.

Olivia went home and changed into a black Bodycon dress that was short and tight in all the right places. She also invited Quinn and Abby along as well so that she would be able to really let loose and have a great time with her girls.

When they arrived at the bar they were escorted to a private area that over looked the bar and small dance floor. They were the last to arrive and when Olivia walked in the smile of appreciation that she got from Stacy made her stomach flip flop. He walked up to her and gave her a hug as his hand travelled down her back and stopped right above her ass. If she was honest with herself she knew that Stacy wasn't really her type, but he was good looking, successful and she liked the way he made her feel like she was the most important person in the room. And because of that she flirted shamelessly with him the entire night.

At around 12:30 Olivia was drunk, and Abby was just as drunk if not more. Quinn held back deciding to be the designated friend and driver for the night. Olivia found herself sitting in a booth next to Stacy talking and leaning in closely so that she could hear him over the music. She really didn't care what he was talking about but she was drunk and his hand on her thigh and breath ghosting along her ear and neck made her feel hot. She could tell he was tipsy himself and probably would have taken things a lot further if the strict no fraternization rule was not in place. She was listening to him telling the story of the first case he won solo when her phone rang. Picking it up she had to squint to see Fitz's name through her drunken haze. Deciding that she was feeling to drunk to talk to him she hit the ignore button and was going to let the voicemail pick up, but instead in her drunken stupor hit the accept button. Sitting the phone back down on the table, she threw her head back in a loud bellow when Stacy asked was that her boyfriend calling.

Once she had composed herself she said, "Stacy I don't have a boyfriend, and the only guy I want to talk to tonight is you." She told him in her best sex kitten voice.

"Good because the way your ass is looking in this dress has every man staring at you and wanting to fight me for being with someone this beautiful. And I don't like to share."

"Hmmm, is that right? Keep talking like that and you might get to see what's underneath this dress eventually," she giggled at the look of pure lust that crossed his face.

All the while Fitz heard her whole conversation. And to say he was pissed was the understatement of the century. He was calling to make sure that she was okay and to tell her that he would being making it home about 1:30 and for her to not wait up for him, but now he was angry. They had agreed to no outside sex and here she was offering herself up on a plate for the next guy.

Fitz hung up the phone and slammed it down on his desk as he stood and reached for his suit jacket. She would learn that he was not to be made a fool of, no matter if she shared his bed or not. He walked out the front door to the club and waited while his driver pulled his car up for him. When it arrived he opened the door himself and barked the address of the bar to his driver. The whole way there he tried to reign in his anger but every time he heard her words in his head it just made him madder.

Pulling up to the bar, the car barely came to a complete stop before Fitz was kicking the door open. He stormed inside the bar and stopped at the entrance to the dance floor and looked around trying to find Olivia. He spotted her it seemed at the same time she spotted him because she quickly pulled her body away from Stacy's and stood up, the look of guilt and shock a mixture on her face.

Looking around Olivia tried to find any exit she could from the bar that would keep her from having to pass Fitz standing close to the front doors. She thought for a second and remembered that she had seen an exit door down the hallway that the bar's bathroom was in. Making her way down the few steps that lead to where Stacy's party was at she pushed her way through the people and tried to make it to the hallway. At the same time Fitz was making his way through the throngs of people toward the path Olivia was taking.

Hitting the hallway she tried to run as best she could with the five inch heels she had on, but the height of the shoes and the mixture of alcohol was slowing her down. Stopping for a moment to take off her shoes, she made a fast break for the door and was about to push through it to the alley when she heard Fitz's voice bellow down the hallway.

"Take another step Olivia and I swear to God you'll live to regret it."

She pulled up short with one of her hands on the door while the other clutched her shoes to her chest. She could hear his steps echoing down the tile hall but refused to turn around out of fear, because she knew he had seen her draped across another man.

Coming up right behind her Fitz leaned forward and spoke quietly but forcefully into her ear. "Get your ass out of this club and into my car now!"

Turning slowly Olivia looked up at him through her lashes. His mouth was set in a firm line and his blue eyes were steel grey with anger. "I have to get my things and tell my friends that I'm leaving, they came with me," she said just above a whisper.

"You have sixty seconds to grab your things and inform your friends that you're leaving before I come up there and drag your little ass out. Understand?"

"Yes," she whispered again dropping her shoes to the floor and stepping back in them before walking past Fitz to do as he said.

Arriving back to her friends she told them that Fitz had come to pick her up and that she would see them later. They were confused as to why she was leaving with him when Quinn was suppose to drop her off. She lied and told them she didn't want Quinn to have to drive across town to drop her off a two in the morning so she called Fitz instead. Giving them both hugs she made her way to the table where her clutch and phone were sitting and told Stacy she had a great time but that she had to go because she had called someone to pick her up. He was upset that she was leaving so abruptly but gave her a hug and kiss on the cheek telling her he would see her on Monday.

Quickly pulling out of the hug Olivia turned to leave and looked right at Fitz who was standing at the front door. She could tell he was pissed and was a little nervous as she had never seen him mad in the three months since she had known him.

Deciding to go on the offensive and let her anger show over her nerves, Olivia walked right past Fitz and out the doors to his awaiting car without saying a word to him. Getting in the car she slide as far away from him as she could and turned her face to the window. Fitz got in and the car pulled away from the curb, and for the first few minutes neither said a word while the car made its way to Fitz's home.

Releasing a humorless chuckle, Fitz's voice was clipped. "Stacy's a man, and you failed to tell me this because?"

Still glancing out the window, "what does it matter it's not like I'm going to fuck him. He's nice to me and I can see myself being with him when this year is over." Her voice was laced with anger, and as much as she wanted to see the look on his face from the words she had just spoken she didn't turn around. She knew there was no future for her and Stacy, but Fitz didn't have to know that.

The rest of the ride to the apartment was made in silence. When they walked through the front door Olivia tried to storm past Fitz and into the bathroom. Fitz caught her by the arm, "I want you in my bed naked right now," he practically growled.

Olivia snatched her arm away from him and rolled her eyes. "You really think I'm going to have sex with you tonight after the way you acted?" Scoffing she said "think again," and moved to walk past him.

"You see Olivia you don't have the right to tell me no. I own your little ass for another nine months. You do what I say, when I say. Whenever I feel like fucking you I will, and the only thing I want to hear out of your mouth is what position would you like me in Fitz. So I'll say this one last time because I hate to repeat myself, get the fuck in that room and strip. Don't bother with pajamas, believe me you won't need them."

Standing stock still with a lump the size of Texas in her throat Olivia looked at Fitz through a whole new set of eyes. He had never spoken to her like that, and even though she made an agreement to have sex with him she never thought there would come a time when she would be made to against her will. Closing her mouth and blinking back the tears that threaten to fall, Olivia turned around and made her way to the master bedroom. When she got there she just stood in the middle of the room unmovable. Would he really make her do this?

She got her answer a few minutes later when Fitz walked into the room and released a heavy sigh when he noticed she had not made a move to take her clothes. Walking up behind her, Fitz grabbed the zipper of her dress and yanked it down before tugging the dress down until it pooled on the floor. Because the dress was so tight she had forgone wearing a bra and only wore a black thong underneath. He plunged his fingers into the sides of her underwear and pulled those down as well. Leaning next to her ear he snarled, "Get in the bed."

Moving quickly she scrambled to the bed and pulled back the sheets and got in. Shaking his head Fitz proceeded to remove his clothes. When he was down to his boxer briefs he walked into the bathroom to relieve himself before returning to the room and walking around to his side of the bed. He removed his underwear and climbed in the bed as well before rolling over toward where Olivia laid on her back, staring at the ceiling and not acknowledging him in the least bit.

Climbing over her, he looked into her eyes before saying, "I'm paying for this so I don't care if you don't enjoy it because I will."

Lining himself up with her entrance Fitz pushed inside her none to gently and began to thrust in a steady motion. Olivia closed her eyes and covered her breast trying as hard as she could to imagine being anywhere in the world but on her back underneath Fitz, a man that she hated with every fiber of her being at the moment for making her feel like the lowest prostitute on the face of the earth. Out of all the time that she had spent with him in the past three months, this was the first time the connection was completely nonexistent.

Pumping faster and faster as he grew toward his climax, Fitz could care less how hurt Olivia felt at the moment. He was burning the candle at both ends the past few months for this arrangement, just for her to deny him at the convenience of another man who she thought she might want to date when their year together had ended. It wasn't that he wanted her for himself, but he be damned if she'd be looking while she was in his bed every other night.

Feeling his balls tighten, Fitz thrust a few more times before his seed was released into her body. After talking a moment to catch his breath Fitz rolled off of her before standing and making his way to the bathroom to clean himself up. When he returned and got back in the bed and turned his back to her, Olivia got up and made of way to the bathroom. Closing the door and turning the water to the shower on, Olivia got in and grabbed her loofa and body soap and washed her body throughly. For the first time since they had started having sex Olivia wanted his scent off of her. The entire time she forced the tears that were so close to the surface from falling. She would not cry over a man that she had willing sold herself to because he treated her as if she was only there for sex. After all that was exactly why she was here, in his home.

Stepping out of the shower, Olivia grabbed a towel from the warmer and wrapped it around herself. Looking in the mirror at her reflection, Olivia vowed to be nothing more to him than the sexual partner that he had paid for. To only be an open pair of legs for whenever he wanted her. Olivia vowed to never let Fitzgerald Grant be a kink in her armor, but instead closed her eyes and replayed the events of tonight before opening them and vowing to come out stronger and braver than she had ever been in her life.

A/N: Like I said this is only part one. Please don't hate Fitz, he's dealing with some new emotions right now. He'll come around.

I know this story idea my look familiar, but like I said reading another authors story with the same concept inspire and motivated me to go ahead and write the story that had been on my head for the longest.

The second part to this story is already practically written, just putting the finishing touches on the end. After I edit it, it should be up sometime tomorrow. Please review and leave your comments. I want to hear what you guys think!