Hey,

Wow…just wow….ME LOVE YOU ALL LONG TIME! Thanks so much for the love guys…maybe I was right to restart this story again but in the Scandal Universe…

Anyway, a lot of you asked for updates more often. Guys, I don't mean to be a bitch but I'm a uni student, and I also work and I know that it's a small thing compared to those who have kids, a job or studying but I will update when I can. Be assured that I will update. And sometimes you know my muse leaves me but I get them back when I get inspired and right now, my mind and my writing is inspiring the shit out of Scandal…hang that didn't make any sense…just be assured that I'm going okay in the writing of the stories cause my muse is still with me…yeah…that didn't make sense either but do you get what I mean?

Anyhow, on with the chapter…now some were confused as to why Fitz decided to rash and kiss Olivia…peeps, this is Fitz we're talking about…I reckon if he had the chance, he'd kissing and doing more to her all the bloody time…It's Fitz…hot sexy and bloody annoying but it's Fitz…

Now, on with the chapter…enjoy!

Love bNd..

Chapter Two

Arriving home that night, Olivia pulled off her jacket and shoes and slumped down on the couch. She turned the TV on and flicked through the channel, but she couldn't concentrate as her mind was on the forbidden kiss that she had shared with Mc-Fuck-Me-Hard.

Mc-Fuck-Me-Hard? Great…now I'm calling him by stupid nickname. And forbidden? There's nothing forbidden about a passionate, weak-in-the-knees, really hot, short kiss, now that he's kinda a free man. Stop it Pope, you're driving yourself nuts, she thought to herself.

She sighed, getting up of her seat and walking into the kitchen. She needed to talk to someone about the day and so, she took the house phone of its hanger and dialled her best friend's number, Huck. Huck was her next door neighbour when she was growing up in the streets of the Bronx in New York. They had quickly become the best of friends and were inseparable ever since. They then went to high school together and after one very drunken night, he became the first man that she had ever had sex with. They had dated for a little while, but it was a weird relationship for them and so had figured that they were better off as best friends than lovers.

Huck then found love with a woman named Kimmy and they got married. They are still living in New York and Huck had opened up his own computer shop, selling and fixing computers was something he loved doing. Also, Kimmy was expecting their first baby.

The phone rang a few times and then a very hormonal woman picked up.

"What?"

"Hey Kim, how are you?" Olivia asked, smiling.

"Livvie! I haven't heard from you in like, ages! How have you been?"

"I'm good Kimmy…hey, listen, is Huck there?"

"You mean the man who knocked me up, is a bastard who began to fuck you last night and then fell asleep and left you unsatisfied, because oh, I don't know, sleeping with a pregnant woman is tiring?"

"Yep, that's the man…he's some man." She said, trying to hold in her laughter. There was some shuffling on the phone and then she heard a gruff male voice

"Hi Liv…what's up?"

"Nothing much, just ringing to talk and see how you are and by the sound of it, you're not doing alright."

"Women and hormones. When will these little outbursts stop?"

"When that baby is out and that's when the real work starts, so treat Kim like the angel she is or there will be hell to pay. Trust me, getting a pregnant woman mad is like being in a room, watching porn but you have no hands to release yourself."

"What the fuck?"

"Never mind…my mind has been a bit preoccupied."

"Oh, by your father's news?"

Olivia frowned. She had not heard from her father in a little while, but they still talked. "What news?"

"He hasn't told you? Well aren't you in for a treat."

"Well, don't delay the news. What's happening?"

"Your father is getting married…again…."

"Again? Oh fuck me dead! He just barely got divorced from the last one…wait why did he tell you?"

"Kimmy saw him at the shop and he told her then. So, another stepmother…"

"Shut up…thank god my mother is not around to see his stupid philandering ways…I swear, if he wasn't a brilliant doctor I would slap him…"

"Oh come one Liv, he's getting old…he just wants to have fun…"

"Fun my ass…he just wants to get laid…"

"Yeah, I know but I can't help him. Anyway, what did you ring me for?"

"What could else I ring you for? I wanted to chat!"

"Yeah right Livvie….you forget I know you like the back of my hand. Let me guess, new crush?"

Damn it, he knows me so well, Olivia thought to herself. "More or less, yeah…very, very, hot crush."

"Oh la, la…tell me more."

"There's nothing to tell. He's hot, sexy and in fact there is a name for him. McFuck-Me-Hard."

"McFuck-Me-Hard? Seriously Liv? Well, does Mr McFuck-Me-Hard have a name?"

"Yes…Fitzgerald…Grant…Dr Fitzgerald Grant.."

"A strong name….well, tell him that if he does anything to hurt you he will have to deal with me and a very hormonal pregnant woman."

"Jealous much? And besides, he's…well, not taken exactly but he's getting a divorce, so I cannot imagine that he would want anything to with me…I mean…he's obviously just lashing out…"

"Lashing out? Wait a minute…something has already happened hasn't it? You slept with him…."

"Wait what? NO! I mean, no…nothing like that…it was just a kiss…a really passionate kiss that resulted hands touching and hair messed up."

"Seriously? Right…yeah…"

"Shut up smart-ass, we both know you've done worst."

"Yes, but I didn't do it something like with total stranger now did I? Anyway, I have to go. Love you bitch."

"Love you, you bastard."

Olivia hanged up the phone, walking back down to the couch and she sat down. All she wanted to was sleep and not think about her next shift and Dr Fitzgerald Grant. But as far as Fate goes, she knew that wasn't gonna happen.

0*0*0*0*0

Fitz is lying in bed, holding a cocktail in his hand. Cocktail…someone must have been really drunk or dumb to name alcoholic drinks after a dick and a tail. But still, it sounds sexier all the same. Anyway, he's lying in bed, the sheets are a red velvet colour and the texture is silk. The pillows are soft and fluffy. He finishes his drink, and there she is again. She is a beautiful woman, with silky black hair, smooth black chocolate skin and chocolate eyes and a mouth that teases in every way. A mouth will do some serious danger, especially if it's anywhere near his body. She is wearing a white leather corset that is showing off her boobs in a very nice manner and her panties are a white colour.

She pulls out a bottle of body oil, undoing the lid and letting the silky substance fall gently onto her hands. She begins to rub the oil all over his body, teasing him as she gently rubs his abdomen, getting closer to his already hard dick.

"You've been a bad boy Mr Grant." She seductively says to him

He smiles. "How bad?"

Her hands reach further down and he gasps with she takes his hard length in her soft hands. She begins to rub up and down.

"Bad, bad boy Mr Grant…" She whispers.

"Oh Olivia…"

"Fitz…Fitzgerald Grant the third—

Fitz awoke suddenly and standing in front of him, was a smiling Mellie. He groaned at the sight of his soon-to-be ex-wife, wondering what the hell she wanted from him. Usually, behind her back, he called her the Nazi, because in his mind, she truly was a bitch but since she was soon to be his ex-wife, he respected her and only called her by her name. He sat up in his chair and sighed.

"Yes, Mellie…dozed off, won't happen again." He explained, hoping she wouldn't press the issue.

Mellie laughed. "You did more than doze off, Fitz. What were you dreaming about?"

"Nothing…No-one…What makes you think that?" He asked, trying to avoid the question.

"Well, 'cause you whispered a name and I'm pretty that's a hard-on." Mellie told him, looking down at his pants.

He followed her gaze and to Mellie's words, his lengthy member was up and about for the world to see.

"Oh shit…" He whispered.

"We are not even divorced yet here you are thinking about somebody else and as I can see by your impending erection, she must be something special. Nobody, especially me, wants to see your dick up and showing it off, even you are the hottest man in this hospital. Go home and put cold water on it." She scowled at him.

He sniggered. "As I seem to recall Mellie, you actually quite liked my dick or would you like me to refresh your memory?"

Mellie sighed. "Piss off Fitz…you may have been married to me but the sooner we can get a divorce sooner I can move on with my life."

He smiled and walked away. He walked to the changing room and took of his white coat and shoes. Putting on his Converse sneakers and jacket, he grabbed the keys to his bike and his backpack and left the room, walking to the hospital car park. He quickly found his Yamaha R125 blue bike and got on it, taking off as fast as he could.

He loved his bike. He also owned a red Camaro SS, but after moving out of the house that he had shared with Mellie, he had decided to buy the bike, because life is short and he was a free man. He felt that there was just something about owning a bike. All the men want to be you and all the girls want to screw you. Sure, he was in his early forties and sometimes he could be a cocky little shit, perhaps too cocky but he had yet try to screw a girl on a bike and now, he had a certain chocolate skin beauty in mind.

That kiss was haunting him, clouding his mind and it took up his thoughts. He didn't know what came over him but kissing a beautiful woman after they just lost a patient seemed like the best option at that time. It was a spur of the moment decision and he had to admit to himself that it was the best kiss that he had in a long time. Mellie was a good kisser and she was a fantastic person, but that kiss with Olivia just stirred up fire him that he didn't think he had.

Olivia? Great, you're on first name basis. What is with you Grant? I need to get over it! No, I need to get home, have shower and go out and get laid. But still, that kiss… he thought to himself.

He then arrived home, parking his bike and walked inside his townhouse and was greeted by an Alaskan malamute husky dog called Bob. Bob was a cruel name, but Fitz did not expect to own an animal, let alone a dog in his years. His wonderful annoying sister Jeannine owned two of them and they had puppies and so for Fitz's birthday, she decided to give her soon-to-be-divorced brother a dog to give him company. In his mind, he didn't want a dog, but in the last year, he had grown close with the husky and they had become the best of friends. Though, at times, it seems like the dog had a mind of his own and a dick of his own. He was one horny dog and at times, Fitz could get why his sister gave the dog to him. She probably figured horny dog goes well with a horny single and about to be divorced brother.

He grabbed his mail that was on the floor and sat down on the couch, reading the letters. Bob hopped up onto the couch and laid his head onto Fitz's lap. Fitz loved it when he did that. It was like a brotherly moment between man and his dog. Fitz threw his mail onto the floor and ran his hands through Bob's fur, who in return gave him a sloppy wet kiss on Fitz's face.

"I know, you miss me too…" He laughed, while patting Bob.

"You know mate? I seriously need to get laid….I mean, it's been how long since I moved out of the house and I mean, Mellie has moved on, so why can't I. I've been thinking about this girl, whose name is Olivia and she is beautiful, charming and...and...and she is driving me nuts. So I need to get out there!" Fitz complained. Bob sighed and stared at Fitz with his big blue puppy dog eyes.

"Don't look at me like that. You're even hornier than I am, or must I remind you of the poodle you knocked up last month? I'm still paying the vet bills you know." He scoffed at the dog. The dog whined and then sighed again. Fitz shook his head.

"Yep, it's official, you've gone nuts. What the hell Fitz?" a woman's voice said behind him. He pushed Bob off his lap and turned around to see his sister standing there.

"Jeannie! What are you doing here?" he asked, standing up.

"I am here to see how you are and to return that casserole dish and to ask a favour." She replied.

He smiled. "Let me guess, you want me to look after the kids, so that you and Ethan and go off and fuck yourselves to death and oh, look at that, make another baby."

Jeannine Locke was a tall lady, like her brother and was married and had two kids, whom which Fitz adored. Fitz adored his nephew and niece and was always willing to look after them whenever he could. He doted on kids and wished he had his own, but Mellie didn't want kids and thus one of the reasons he was divorcing her.

She glowered at him. "Shut up dickhead, but yeah…and it's a dinner for Ethan's firm, but there might be sex on the table if I'm a good girl."

He coughed. "And when are you ever a good girl?"

"Fuck you, smart ass! Anyway, thanks for the dish and for volunteering. I will give you a call when I have the date of the dinner. Oh and our parents want us over for dinner sometime. They want to talk to us about something." She told him.

"Probably announcing their divorce." He muttered.

"I don't know but it might be something like that." She said.

He gave her a hug and watched her walk to the door. She turned and looked at him.

"By the way, who is Olivia?" she asked.

"No-one." He quickly said.

"Oh really? Okay, whatever you say…Bye." She said as she walked out the door.

Fitz sighed. Bob whined, wanting to be fed.

"Yeah, yeah…" Fitz grumbled.

It was going to be a long night.

0*0*0*0*0

After the phone call with Huck, Olivia decided to ring her father. Olivia's father was a hard man and a brilliant doctor but when it came to women, he was clueless and just plain stupid. Since her mother had died, Eli had tried to find a perfect mother figure for Olivia but she hated them and now, since finding that her dad just might marry another woman that may be too young for him, she was going to give him a piece of her mind.

She punched in his number into the phone and it rings…rings…and just rings. She sighed, hanging up the phone and getting up out of the seat, walking into the kitchen. As she reached for the fridge, her mobile goes off and she answered it, hoping that it would be her father returning the call.

"Hello?" she asked.

"Hey…So, what are you up to tonight?"

She rolled her eyes at the sound of Stephen's voice. "Hi Stephen…what do you want?"

"Nothing much…just thinking about going to the pub, get blind drunk cause we have just finished our first official shift as a graduate. So you up for it? We…can uh, talk about Mc-"

"Don't say that name! It's wrong! His name is Dr Grant."

"Don't you mean Dr Sexy? Okay…but are you going to come? I could use the company."

"Ugh, fine…See you in thirty."

0*0*0*0*0

She arrived half an hour later at the local pub, Gideon's, which was owned by a man named Gideon Wallance, who use to be a reporter but had decided that he wanted to be a bartender, and so opened his own bar, which became a local hang out for the doctors and nurses at the hospital, including the college students. Olivia scanned around the bar and immediately spotted Stephen, along with Harrison, Abby and Quinn, who were huddled up in a booth. She smiled, making her over to them, sitting down. She nodded her head them and they exchanged hellos. After a moment's silence, Harrison speaks up first.

"So missy, you kissed Dr McFuck-Me…tsk tsk…I knew that innocent act was an innocent act." He said.

Olivia groaned, looking at both Abby and Stephen, who both shrugged and Stephen sipped his drink. "Well, like I told Abby and Stephen, it was just a kiss, nothing more."

Harrison nodded his head. "Right, and I'm the Pope. Come on Girlfriend. You wanted that kiss, don't lie…We all know that man is gorgeous. If I were a gay man, which I'm not, I would do him…"

Abby laughed. "Hence the name Dr McFuck-Me-Hard Harrison…but McFuck-Me is fine. Have you seen him since?"

Olivia shook her head. "No, I went home, called a few people and was planning on sleeping until Stephen rang me. Remind why we're here again?"

"We're celebrating our first day at the hospital! It's a cause for a celebration." Quinn told her.

Olivia nodded. "Cool. Well after the day I've had, I need a bottle of tequila."

She gestured to the waitress and gave her the order for multiple shots of tequila and to leave the bottle. The group stared at her.

"What?" She asked.

"Must have been a major kiss if you need a full bottle of tequila." Harrison observed.

Olivia shook her head. "No… I just want to drink. Now, are you gonna ask me stupid things or are you going to join me for a drink?"

Harrison shook his head. "No…but I will join you for that drink."

"This going to be a busy and fun night," Abby said.

The waitress returned with the bottle of tequila along with a handful of shot glasses. Olivia poured herself and Harrison a glass and looked at the others. Stephen nodded and so did Abby, so she poured the tequila into two more glasses. She put the bottle down and sculled her shot, then poured herself another.

"Hey, take it easy there," Stephen mumbled to her, to which she frowned at him and then drunk her second shot, but didn't pour another.

Then he noticed something behind her head. Olivia turned around and noticed a certain tall man with beautiful grey bluish eyes walk in with Dr Beene and another doctor that she recognised from the cafeteria. She groaned and poured herself another shot, sculling it. She looked at Harrison and Abby and they both had smirks on their faces.

"Well, well, we have company." Harrison said, trying to hold his laughter. He turned to Quinn and Olivia turned around again, only to notice that Dr Been had noticed them and was making his way over to the group, with Fitz and the other doctor in tow. She turned back around and groaned.

"Oh, great," She muttered, and then proceeded to take a huge sip from the tequila bottle.

"Hello…fancy meeting you all here! Do you guys have a great first shift?" Dr Beene asked as he arrived to the table.

"Hi Dr Beene." Abby said, clearing her throat.

"Oh please, call me Cyrus. We're not working or in the hospital, so you can just call me Cyrus. Team, I'd like you to meet Dr Jake Ballard, a resident working the paediatrics ward." Cyrus told them, introducing the brunette doctor that was standing next to Fitz. The team nodded their heads at him and Olivia nodded, avoiding eye contact with them and pouring herself another shot, then sculling it.

Quinn frowned. "Gee whiz Olivia, drink much?"

Olivia scoffed. "I can handle my liquor."

Harrison smirked. "You must have had a hell of day to be drinking this much. I guess certain things do that for ya, huh?"

Olivia stared at him, knowing that Fitz was staring at her too. "No, it's not what happened at the hospital…My father is getting married."

"Congratulations." Fitz's rich baritone voice spoke to her. She snapped her head sideways, staring straight into his eyes. She stared into his grey blue eyes and her whimpered softly to herself, her legs turning to jelly. God that mouth…those eyes…

"Olivia!" Stephen yelled and Olivia snapped back to reality. She looked down and noticed that she had tipped over the bottle of tequila. Olivia gasped, standing up and she walked over to the bar, grabbing a few napkins and walking back to the table.

"I am so sorry." She apologised. Stephen and Harrison just nodded, trying to hold back their laughter. Abby and Quinn shook their heads and mumbled that it was fine. Fitz smiled, like it was amusing to watch her stumble. She could begin her thoughts were turning a bit fuzzy and she asked herself just how much of the tequila she drank. She tried to calculate but then her favourite song, Three Little Birds come on to the loudspeakers and she smiled.

"Oooh! I love this song!" She suddenly exclaimed and she hopped out of the booth and straight into Fitz's arms. She breathed softly, looking at his chest, trying to avoid his eyes, before grabbing Fitz's arm and dragged him to the dance floor. She wrapped her arms around Fitz's shoulders and kept staring at his chest, avoiding the eyes.

"Oh, go Olivia…You go!" she heard Abby say.

She ignored her and then turned around, so that her back was facing Fitz, and he wrapped his arms around her waist, grinding into her. She closed her eyes and leant against him, just letting herself go. Then suddenly he turned her around so that they were facing each other. It looked awkward but she didn't care, as long as she didn't look into his eyes.

"So…" She whispered.

He sighed. "So…why are we dancing?"

"Because I need to talk to you and I don't think it would be right to do it in front of them." She told him.

He nodded. "I see…well, what did you want to talk about?"

She sighed. "About the kiss…can we not bring that up tonight? Like, let's not mention it and let just have a drink, like normal co-workers."

"Right…look…Olivia, look at me…Look. At. Me…" He demanded softly and she did, staring into his eyes.

"What?" she muttered.

"Nothing…shall we have that drink?" He mumbled, letting go of her and walking to the bar. She frowned but followed him. He gestured to the bartender and orders two shots of whisky. The bartender pours the drinks and Fitz grabs one, handing the other to Olivia.

"To a perfectly normal night." He said, and drinks his shot. Olivia nodded her head and drinks the shot. If only she knew that it wasn't going to be a normal night.

0*0*0*0*0

Olivia never had a hangover before so she wasn't sure if the fact that every muscle in her body ached was normal. But when she woke up, her head was pounding and it felt like a gun had blown off in her head. She opened her eyes and looked around. She frowned, not recognising the room. She realised that it was not her room and so she moved around and noticed that she was lying black silk sheets and a really soft bed, and also noticed something else. To her side, there was something hard…Olivia looked to her left and gasped. Oh shit…

She gasped again as she sprang up off the bed but she was too quick and so she landed on the floor with a thud. She rubbed her eyes and saw that she was completely naked and she screamed, ripping the top sheet from the bed in front of her to quickly cover up.

"Oh shit…oh shit….oh my god…" she stammered trying not to panic.

"Will you shut up?" mumbled a voice from the bed.

"You shut up!" She hissed. She turned to her right and noticed a dog laying down on a dog bed and looking at her with piercing blue eyes. She then shook her head and stood up, staring at the figure in the bed. She then gasped when she saw who it was.

Dr Fitzgerald Grant.

"Fuck me…" She whispered.

Hehehehehe….I leave you with a cliffy…until next chapter peeps…

Love bNd…