Title: Little lies

Author: Raven

Pairing: Olivia Spencer & Natalia Rivera

Rating: NC - 17

Archival: Just ask. I don't bite.

Disclaimer: Olivia Spencer and Natalia Rivera and other characters from the town of Springfield belong to TeleNext Media, CBS and God knows to whom else. I'm borrowing them for a little, but I'll give them bck one day. Maybe.

No infrigment intended.

A/N: Some of you maybe know me from another board where I started posting my first fanfiction ever, which was called "Ever Dream." This is one of my newest Otalia projects and I hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoy writing it.
xoxo
raven

LITTLE LIES

Josh Lewis couldn't believe it. There she was.
Olivia Spencer.

The woman who would get married to Michal Van Bergen, one of the most powerful men of Springfield. That man practically owned the whole town and although nobody really knew where he came from Michael Van Bergen was a welcome guest at every party and a deeply respected citizen.
All people knew about him was that he was unbelievably rich and very attractive. Women were dying to get on a date with him, but in the end the beautiful woman with those stunning green eyes had made it.

Olivia Spencer would be Misses Van Bergen in a few months.
Her reputation was not the best since she had been divorced countless times and after a huge fire in her hotel, the meanwhile rich woman was broke, but none-the-less she was one of the most beautiful women in Springfield, highly intelligent and more important - she knew exactly what she wanted and how to get it.

So she had succeeded in wrapping Michael Van Bergen round her little finger with the help of her adorable 8 year old daughter and all her problems would be solved in no time.
And Olivia Spencer had hired him, Josh Lewis, to plan the wedding.
Not only was it a profitable job, but it also was a great opportunity since it was going to be the social highlight of the year. Walking over to the table where she was seated, he felt a little nervous.

From what he knew the former hotelier was a cold - hearted, arrogant and unapproachable bitch. And worse than that - a perfectionist.

"Miss Spencer! It's a pleasure to meet you," Josh Lewis greeted her with his best smile.

"You are late," was the growl that was supposed to be the answer.

"I beg your pardon? Weren't we supposed to meet at 9.30 am?" he asked, a little confused.

"Yes, indeed. But now it's 9.31."

"Oh, I'm very sorry, Miss Spencer. I had a phone call with my assistant that took longer than expected," the wedding planner's apology came immediately.

"Fine. Sit down, Mister Lewis. Time is money," she finally commented, all pretentious.

"Of course. And please call me Josh. Everybody does that."

She glared at him for a moment, "Josh then. Plan me a wedding Springfield will still talk about in 10 years."

"I'll try my best, Miss Spencer," the wedding planner assured her.

"Don't try it, do it," she barked.

For a moment he didn't know what to say.
How could such a beautiful woman be such a dragon?

"Of course. When is the big day?" he wanted to know.

"18 th of June."

"Good," Josh wrote it down in his notebook, "Do you have any ideas or wishes for the ceremony?"

"I want the best, most exclusive wedding one can get for money and it has to take place in the Olivia - Spencer - Memorial Park," Olivia Spencer commanded.

"I see...do you want something to drink? My assistant should arrive every minute. She'll bring tons of catalogues with really exclusive decorations, flower arrangements and what else you need for a wedding," Josh Lewis prayed that another drink would probably calm her down a little.

"Champagne. But your assistant better hurry or I'll kick his ass."

"Her ass," the handsome looking wedding planner correct.

"Her ass. Whatever..." Olivia's voice was just a growl.

Not only 2 minutes later a small woman hurried into Towers, her face hidden by some thick catalogues, headed into Josh Lewis' direction, breathing hard.
She couldn't believe she was late. She never was late.
Since she didn't really see where she was going, she bumped right into the table her boss was seated, causing the glasses to fall over and to cover Olivia Spencer's jacket with champagne.

"What the hell? Can't you look where you are going?" their new client yelled.

"I'm so sorry," she was thankful that her face was hidden by that wedding magazines and catalogues.

"Josh, are you sure you two are competent enough to organize this wedding?" another bark from Olivia.

"You have my word, Miss Spencer."

"I hope you are right. Otherwise it was the last wedding you planned...ever."

"I understand," he tried to smile, but failed.

Plunking the catalogues on the table carelessly, Josh Lewis' assistant stood there, hands on her hips, to meet the furious sparkling eyes of an even more furious Olivia Spencer.
What a bitch!

The beautiful fiancée of Michael Van Bergen was surprised. She hadn't expected Josh Lewis' assistant to look like that. This woman was stunning and the warm, brown eyes that were starring at her surprised her even more.

"Miss Spencer, may I introduce you to my assistant - Natalia Rivera."

"Nice," Olivia's voice was still filled with arrogance.

The latina gave him a questioning look, but Josh just shrugged helplessly and rolled his eyes.

"You can take that catalogues with you and have a look. Our next appointment is on thursday. Maybe you'll find something you like," he announced, trying to sound all friendly.

"Well, after your performance I seriously doubt that, but I will take a look."

"One more question, Miss Spencer. Do you need help with your wedding dress?" Josh Lewis wanted to know.

"No, thank you. I'm meeting up with my dressmaker in 10 minutes. Which means I have to go," she stated quickly, already getting up.

"Of course. Have a nice day, Miss Spencer," he reached out to shake her hand, but Olivia Spencer didn't even pay attention.

Ready for leaving she turned round, looking straight at Natalia, "What are you waiting for? Pack that catalogues and let's go. I can't afford to be late like other people here."

"I'm not coming with you," the latina replied dryly.

"I beg your pardon?" Olivia looked at her in disbelief. What did the latina just say?

"I guess you got something wrong, Miss Spencer. I am Josh Lewis' assistant, not yours," the raven haired woman contered.

"Oh, I bet he won't mind if you would help me carry this heavy stuff and help me at the dressmaker's. Am I right, Josh?" Olivia's voice had this provoking tone which the latina didn't like at all.

"Of course. Natalia, you go and assist Miss Spencer today."

Traitor. How can you do that to me, Josh?
He would pay for that. And if Olivia Spencer would keep on acting like that she would teach her a lesson as well...