I hope you all are enjoying this story. I'm enjoying writing it, but I'm curious if anyone has any suggestions. Should I change any aspect of the story? Keep it the same? Any kind of feedback would really be appreciated. I'm entertained by the story so far, I just hope you as the readers are too. I'm going to see how these two chapters are recieved. If you think I should write another chapter and continue with the story, let me know in a review. Thanks! Hope you enjoy chapter 2:)

Bradford and Olivia laughed heartily as they approached the entrance for the red carpet. He extended his hand to help her walk up the stairs.

"My lady," he said, as he kissed her golden brown hand.

"Why, thank you, kind sir." Olivia responded.

They reached the top of the stairs, becoming the center of attention as the next couple to be on display down the wide red walkway. They stopped and posed perfectly together as the paparazzi flashed hundreds of lights in their direction. Bradford was used to events similar to this, and relished in the attention.

They were adorable together. Olivia, almost his same height thanks to her beautiful Jimmy Choo heels looked flawless. She wore a long red Michael Kors dress with a long slit up the thigh. Standing tall and looking regal with her hair slicked back into a high, sleek ponytail. Bradford, as her doting date, in a perfectly fitted Tom Ford tuxedo and bowtie. His brown eyes giving Liv quick looks of admiration, which the paparazzi loved to take pictures of. His dirty blonde hair was slicked down and his facial hair was perfectly trimmed. They looked like a young, fresh couple together, and Brad loved it. He leaned into the side of Olivia and quickly spoke in her ear.

"See, if I didn't have a hot date they wouldn't even flash a disposable camera in my direction."

"Brad, please..." She laughed and shook her head at him as he smiled.

"Come on, enough pictures. Let's go mingle with some more hotties, possibly finding me a man."

He grabbed Olivia's hand and comfortably placed it around his elbow, walking into the entrance of the vast museum with her attached to him. The colors on the walls and of the presentations were beautiful. She loved everything about the gala, from the celebrities to the artwork. As they made their way around, Bradford struck up conversation with those he knew from the art industry along with friends that were from similarly wealthy families. He took perfect care of Olivia as his date.

It was getting late, past midnight, and Olivia was surprised she hadn't seen Fitz throughout the evening.

"Maybe he decided to not attend this year?" she thought to herself.

"Everything okay?" Bradford asked. He was so attentive to her throughout the evening.

She cupped the side of his face,"Brad, you are one of the most spoiled brats I know, but you really are the sweetest."

"Haha! Thank you. I think..."

"I'm fine, just thinking is all"

"Mmmm, I'm sure you are...Not that it's any of my business," he looked at her giving her a side-eye, speaking out of the corner of his mouth.

"Anyway..."

"Anyway do you want to get going? I was invited to an early presentation at a gallery tomorrow morning. A queen needs her beauty sleep, you know."

"Of course you would get invited to an event and leave me alone tomorrow," she playfully slapped his arm. He held her hand as he led her to a nearby exit. The weather was mild and he seemed to know where he was going.

"Well, you can come if you want, I just assumed you'd want to sleep in after this fabulous evening playing dress-up."

"You're absolutely right. I'm just giving you a hard time. I plan on sleeping in, ordering room service, and catching up on some paperwork. I might even call in the office and check up on our latest clients."

"See, I knew you wouldn't want to come, that's why I didn't bother inviting you. Independent woman on the go, that's you."

"Yea yea yea. In the meantime, you might have to carry me to the car, my feet are killing me."

"Oh, sweetie. Anything but that. This tux is too expensive for all of that rumbling around. But in lighter news, I can see our SUV from here."The street was lined with numerous black cars all with tinted windows. Bradford waved at his driver standing patiently on a side road waiting for his passengers.

As Olivia approached the sidewalk with her date, he assisted her into the large, black car helping her situate her long gown.

"Hey, can I have my phone back by the way?" He pointed at her clutch she had been carrying throughout the evening.

"Brad, I gave your phone back to you right before we walked out, when we were standing at the bar by the exit."

"Oh, blast! That's right. I was attempting to get a number from that handsome bartender before we left." He winked at her in case she didnt get the point." Let me run back, just stay here. Ill be two minutes, I promise!"

"Two minutes? Nothing you do takes only two minutes."

"You say that like its a bad thing, Liv," Bradford darted her an inappropriate look followed by him raising his eyebrows.

Liv laughed. "Just don't get lost in there."

Bradford started a slow jog back up the stairs and inside. Olivia figured now would be a good time to catch up on some emails. She looked down to scroll through her phone. Plenty of time had passed but she had alot of work from the evening that had already started to pile up. As she checked her messages she heard the door open.

"We'll that was faster than I thought you'd be." She slowly turned her attention to her friend and noticed it wasn't Bradford.

"Fitz." She jerked back with genuine surprise.

"Hey beautiful." He gave her a smile that sent an electric shock up and down her spine. His grey eyes looked bright and full of life. As she looked at him her mouth slightly opened, showing her to be slightly speechless. Fitz took that moment to admire her amazing dress and perfectly toned thighs through the revealing opening in her gown.

"When did you?...how? I didn't realize you were here tonight."

"That's not the exact welcome I was hoping for Olivia, but ill take it. I flew in late this evening and then when I finally got here I was coerced into taking a few side meetings with a some of the guests. You know, everyone has thoughts and ideas theyre trying to pitch to me."

She sat there, trying to look composed. Really she was stuck in a gaze watching his lips move but not hearing anything. He looked great, as always. And smelled wonderful. He had already taken his jacket off for the night, probably leaving it with the driver in his nearby towncar. He had his sleeves rolled up. His arms looked perfect, and those hands.

"Liv? Did you hear me? How long are you in the city for?"

"Oh, sorry. Uh, a few days."

"I saw you were here with Brad. Are you staying with him or you're at a hotel?"

"What?" She was having a hard time processing what was happening. Here was the man she had fallen head over heels in love with, whom she hadnt seen or talk to in months, sitting right next to her, looking like James Bond and chatting it up as if they were sitting at Starbucks in the middle if the day, sipping a latte.

He looked her in her eyes, forcing her to make eye contact and focus."Where in the city are you staying? I'm sure Brad isn't making you sleep in this car..."

"I'm staying with him at one of his condos in SoHo" she was beginning to compose herself.

"Oh, perfect. Hey, I'm in town until Monday so lets do lunch. Tomorrow?"

"Um, no tomorrow I have plans"

Just as she said that Fitz' door swung open.

"Is this man bothering you?" Bradford joked and flashed his goofy smile. He sure did know how to change the mood. "Hey there, Mr. President. Looking sharp as always"

"Bradford Ellerbe. Always a pleasure to see you. Let me get out of your seat here." Fitz jumped out of the SUV, and allowed Olivia's date to take his place.

"I'm trying to grab Liv for a quick lunch tomorrow, but she claims she's busy."

Bradford pursed his lips and darted at Olivia. She darted a similar look back at him bugging her eyes quickly. He could see that she was trying to avoid one-on-one time with Fitz. But Brad knew their entire love story only after a long night involving him, Olivia, numerous bottles of red wine and an Adele CD on repeat. After being entranced by all if her Fitz stories that night, he'd decided thst he wanted nothing more than the two of them to work it out.

"She did tell me that she was busy during the day tomorrow, but actually, sweetie, I was just invited to dinner tomorrow night so looks like you're on your own in the evening too."

"Fitz, I'm assuming you're staying at the Trump Hotel since that's your favorite place during the weekend of the Gala." Bradford made the statement and could feel that he may have just shown that he knows too much information.

Fitz looked at him with a confused face. "Yeahhhh, how did you kno-"

"That's neither here, nor there. Ill send you the address to my condo and you can pick her up around, say, 8:30 for dinner?"

"Bradford, what if I'm not finished with work by the evening. You can't just make plans for me." Liv scolded him, trying to not be loud enough for Fitz to hear her.

As he watched her, Fitz placed his hands in his pocket and lightly laughed while staring at the ground.

"Liv, you don't HAVE to, but it's the least I can do. One simple meal, I think you'll survive." He made eye contact with her and gave a boyish smile, making Liv lose her bearings all over again.

"Um," she was trying to do damage control in her head but seemed to be having delayed reaction. "Sure, I guess tomorrow at 8:30."

"Yeah? Great! Thanks Bradford, I'll let you guys get home. See you tomorrow Liv!"

He stepped back, away from the car as Brad closed the window and the car drove off slowly.

"What the hell was that?! If I wanted to go to dinner I would have said yes as soon as he asked me."

"Oh honey, the way he looked and how good he smelled just now? You want to go, your brain just doesn't know it yet. You'll thank me later, trust."