Night came sooner than Olivia would've liked and much to her dismay, it was girls' night out even though she'd much rather be sitting on her couch and be lazy like a normal person. But according to Miss Abby Whelan, it was time to get her so called "lost mojo" back. Whatever that even meant.

Olivia stepped out of her room ready, nervous and a little bit excited. The bar scene wasn't her kind of thing so as a bargain for the painfully long night she was about to suffer through, she and Abby agreed that they would stop for a nice dinner first before they hit the bar/clubs and such.

"I think I'm ready now." Olivia whispered. It was barely audible but when Abby and Quinn's eyes snapped up, both the girls gasped.

Oh yeah. Olivia had called back up to rescue her just in case Abby was talking her into doing something she could potentially regret after she's had too much to drink and their best friend Quinn Perkins was the responsible one of the three.

"Do I look okay?" Olivia asked.

"O-Okay?" Quinn stuttered.

After literally changing for five million years, Olivia had finally settled on something she felt comfortable in her skin wearing.

She wore a simple white tuxedo blazer as a dress, showing off some appropriate cleavage for a single twenty-nine year old. The hot pink platform stiletto heels on her added another six inches to her already 5'4 height. She let her dark hair fall on her shoulders and parted to her good side in soft waves. Her makeup was minimal and light with a brush of mascara, a little pink blush on her cheeks and her pink lips were painted bold with a velvet shade of lipstick.

She felt sexy, feminine and daring.

She figured if tonight was indeed the night she got her so called "lost mojo" back as Abby had so creatively put it, she might as well dress the part of a woman ready to get her throne handed back to her.

So to speak.

"All I'm saying is, I'd totally do you and take you out of your dry spell if I batted for the softball league." Abby marveled.

Olivia rolled her eyes and grimaced. "My dry spell needn't a reminder thank you very much. I know just how dry it's been. A simple "you look great, Liv!" would suffice. And softball league? Seriously ginger snap?"

"And a simple, "thank you best friend. I feel so loved!," would also suffice." Abby snapped back sarcastically.

"Yeah, no. We don't do that." Olivia laughed.

"Shall we go be single and daring, already?"

The three women nod in unison.

Olivia had the feeling that tonight was going to be a great night. And maybe love is just an illusion created by the human kind to find purpose in the everyday struggle of life. Maybe it never even existed to began with and no such thing as love really drove the world and made it spin in circles.

Maybe the likes of Shakespeares, Jane Austen and all those other authors who wrote about love were all frauds and in the end, nothing really mattered because soul mates and happily ever afters' were actually non-existent also.

Tonight would be full of maybes. But Olivia was willing to believe in the illusion of love once more because somewhere out there, someone's waiting for her to come into their lives and change everything forever.

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Dinner had been a treat. Olivia had a side of salad just for the sake of having some kind of vegetable for the day but she was a woman who went all out. And for dinner, she had wanted anything but healthy food.

Once she goes bad, she goes all the way.

She treated herself to crunchy, to-die-for delicious fries and an even yummier, juicy, dripping burger with some delicious white wine.

She felt good after that. She felt ready to hit the bars/clubs and drink way too much alcohol and hopefully wake up with a mean hangover and a stranger in her bed.

...

The first bar they hit up wasn't all that awesome, but it had drinks and Olivia wanted drinks. Lots of it.

Upon her arrival, she got hit on and was fed the bullshitest lines in the history of the universe by an average guy and she couldn't help but roll her eyes and shake her head.

And get this: "How about I buy you a drink and you can blow me on our way to your house?"

Eh, how about go fuck yourself asshole?

How disrespectful of men to think that just because they offer, (key word being offer) to buy you a drink, you were expected to put out?

Don't we live in the twenty-first century? What kind of fucked up shit is that?

What happened to good ol' gentleman manners?

"Fuck off!" Abby yelled.

"You're a real cunt, Red. Did you know that?"

Abby smiled. "Yes, Peter Griffin. I did know that." She said sarcastically. "Now get to the fucking off part."

The guy left, of course not without shooting daggers at them.

"Nice." Olivia high-fived Abby as they made their way to the bar to order their drinks.

...

The bartender was cute but too short for all the three women' liking. He looked like he was in his early twenties but also adorable with his baby face and his striking bright green eyes. He also had a megawatt smile to go with it.

And he had great hair too.

"What can I get you ladies tonight?" He asked with a flirty smile.

"Martinis?" Abby questioned, turning to Olivia and Quinn for approval who both nodded.

"Yes. Martinis."

"Dirty?" The cute bartender asked with suggestive eyebrows raised.

"The dirtier the better, baby." Abby winked.

"Jesus." Olivia fanned herself. "Is it getting hot in here or what?"

Maybe pretty boy wasn't too short for Abby after all.

"She's a virgin. She has a thing for cute bartenders." Quinn chirped.

The poor bartender turned beets red and three women couldn't help but burst into a fit of laughter.

"This one is on the house, ladies."

See? Flirting is good. Flirting gets you free drinks from cute bartenders.

Abby leaned over the bar on the tip of her toes and pecked the bartender's cheek sweetly. "Thank you..."

"Chase."

"Cute." Abby whispered in his ears. "I'm Abby."

And for that, he added an extra olive in her drink.

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Minutes later, they were sitting down at a table, sipping their tinis with moans of delight.

"So David doesn't wanna be fuck buddies anymore." Abby announced.

Quinn gave her the well known; "what did you expect look" and Abby went nuts.

"Now is not the time for your 'I told you so's', Mother Theresa." The redhead snapped.

"Hey! Be nice." Olivia called out.

She swears sometimes those two were five years old. They could bicker shamelessly for hours back and forth about this if she doesn't put a stop to it now.

"Sorry. I'm not getting laid. I'm cranky." Abby apologized.

"Welcome to the club." Olivia said. "Tell us what happened."

"He's David." Abby said simply. "He's David and God knows he's a great-amazing lay but now we're at the point where he wants more." She explained.

Five years ago, Abby went through a horrible divorce. She married an abusive man whose first religion was a bottle of Jack Daniels and his amen was to beat the ever living shit out of her whenever he got shit faced. It ended badly obviously. But not without getting the Huck Special.

(Huck is a scary mother fucker which you'll be meeting soon. The dude doesn't play.)

Anyways, long story short, since Charles Putney, Abby has been indulging herself in meaningless flings and has been emotionally closed off until she met hot, kinky Doctor David Rosen.

They hit it off instantly when they met and two weeks following that meeting, they were fucking each other's brain cells out everywhere possible.

Literally everywhere.

Public lewdness had nothing on them.

Olivia used to swear it was unhealthy to have that much sex. But Abby's a gal who needed to be kept up with or she got bored and David Rosen definitely kept her interested enough to keep coming back for more rides on his joy stick.

Now flash forward to a year later, the ride looked well on its way to a stop.

"He wants more and you don't?" Olivia questioned.

Abby shook her head. "He feels like I'm using him and maybe I am, but come on! I'm only human and it's not like he didn't know what the score was." She pouted. "When we started the whole 'I'll be the booty to your 3:00 a.m.' thing, we had an agreement. We agreed that it would be a no-strings attached thing and that we wouldn't push each other into anything. Now, I feel like an asshole. And a little lonely and horny and blindsided." She whined.

Now more than ever, Olivia was convinced that she was fine. Dry spell or not, the electric vibrator that she owns will have to make do. She doesn't need her mojo back. She's just fine.

She wasn't sure she could handle the drama of any sort of relationships. Serious or not.

"Well could you see yourself eventually loving him?" Olivia questioned.

Abby nodded. "Of course I can." The redhead replied. "He's not a woman beater or a mama's boy. He saves lives on a daily basis and he has his own source of income to make a living. He's perfect."

Quinn popped an olive in her mouth and frowned. "What's the hang up then?"

"That's how Charles and I started and look how that end up." Abby replied bitter-sweetly.

"Damn," Quinn mumbled. "He really did a number on you didn't he?"

This would've been funny under other circumstances had Abby not look like she wanted to reach across the table and murder Quinn with her bare hands. Olivia had to fight her hardest to hold in the laugh that threatened to burst out of her as she shook her head in disapproval at Quinn.

"What?" Quinn asked, totally oblivious. "Too soon?"

Olivia nodded. "Too soon." She confirmed.

Abby rolled her eyes, beyond irritated. "Stop fucking Charlie. His stench is starting to rub off on you. You used to be nicer."

"At least I'm getting laid." Quinn bit back. "Even when you're getting laid you're a bitch. When you're not, it's even worse. You should see someone about that."

Abby flipped her off, "And this touching dramatic soap opera was brought to you in part by Gofuckyourself."

Olivia fought the urge to roll her eyes. She could never understand those two and their love/hate relationship.

"Enough, you guys!"

After a few minutes of silence, and roaming around the room for good looking bachelors and finding none of interest, Abby decided she was bored.

"We're not getting your mojo back here, Liv." The redhead concluded.

Quinn scoffed. "No shit Sherlock. This is so fucking depressing."

Olivia looked at the silver diamond watch on her wrist for the time. It was only about nine o'clock and the night was still young. And it was Saturday.

The best club in town was just now open.

"Shall we hit Karma'?"

"Hell yes!"

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Karma was Washington's most elite bar/club. Big hitters and rich spoil bimbos frequented often. It's where you went to really have a good time if you wanted to feel good about yourself, let's say if you were trying to get your mojo back.

Last summer, it closed down because of how many false lawsuits was filed against the previous owner. They had closed shop for a while to let the fire settle down and now they were back in business stronger than ever with a new owner/buyer calling the shots.

...

Fitzgerald Grant sat at the VIP section, on his throne nursing a glass of scotch as he watched the new and improved club start to fill up with people.

It had taken him nearly six months to find a Hail Mary that would save this place of bankruptcy. When it looked like there was no hope, he took a leap of faith and bought out the previous owner's shares and completely cleaned house.

Karma now had his stench all over it and he was proud of what it's changed to.

The employees seemed happier and customers left happy every night after last call.

What had him here on this particular Saturday instead of out elsewhere enjoying the high of life and being rich and single you might wonder? He had one of those annoying business deals to cut out. And the other guy who was supposed to help make it happen was a self-centered player who loved a good time.

Yet he couldn't be bothered to show up on time.

"Be the change you want to see in the world." He loved that quote but whoever came up with it was due for a big cup of Fuck You because being a humanitarian, giving back and trying to change the world sometimes could be a challenging pain in the ass.

He gulped down the rest of his drink and went in the back room where he could find quiet and privacy.

Fishing his cell phone out of his pocket, he dialed the number he wished to contact

It rang once, twice, three times before the cheery voice of an assistant answered.

"Tell your boss that my time is very precious and it's the last time he'll be wasting it. Our meeting tonight is canceled and I will call him when I feel up to negotiate new terms with him. Our previous settlement is off the table. Goodbye."

He felt like an asshole for talking to the woman like that. It wasn't her fault. And she was just doing her job and he didn't have the right to be an asshole so before he hung up, he offered his apologies and turned the phone off.

At the rate that tonight was going, he was going to need a lot more than one drink.

...

He made his way towards the bar where he sat down and he was instantly served by one of the female bartenders.

"Tough night, Mr. Grant?" Amanda Tanner asked.

"You could say that." Fitz grinned.

"Nothing alcohol can't solve." She smiled.

Amanda was one of his best employees. When he bought the place, she was one of the few old employees that he kept around when he was cleaning house. She was a professional and incredible at her job. She's friendly and knew her way around the club. Customers were attracted to her without coming off as prudes and perverts. She was easy going and she always made last call/happy hour fun at this club.

What Fitz didn't know though, she had a major crush on him.

Fitz watched as the young girl poured herself two fingers of tequila and clicked their glass together.

"Bottoms up, Boss."

Fitz observed the scenes playing before his eyes silently. His calm blue-grey eyes surveyed everything and filed details in his mind for mere changes to be made later during close hours. He also made a mental note to give the bouncers a big ass bonus on their next pay check cause God knows their job wasn't easy.

Karma was vibrating and thumping with good music. It was action packed, people were dancing, alcohol was flowing and it was filled with hot boys wanting to get laid.

It was perfect. More for her than Liv though.

And getting in after they were full wasn't easy but being an attractive woman and a flirt really had its perks.

"I'm getting laid tonight." Abby announced way too loudly to the crowded club filled with thirsty bloodhounds trying to get after anything with a beating pulse.

A few heads snapped in interest and both Olivia and Quinn couldn't help but burst out in laughter at the rowdy crowd that began to head towards them.

"Can we auction you for the night?" Olivia teased.

Abby gasped. "You guys are the most horrible friends ever!" She exclaimed.

"No. For fun. We say you're a virgin and see how many wallets comes flying out." Olivia said. "You know that actually happened a few years ago? Some girl auctioned her virginity online to pay for her mother's hospital bill."

"How much was it worth?" Quinn asked.

"$4 million." Olivia a replied.

"Wow."

"I know. So should we auction you?"

"I'll let you know when I'm that broke."

...

Across the room, Fitz's eyes were wondering around trying to locate the source of that beautiful laughter he just heard. In a place so full of loud people, it could've easily been anyone. But he also knew that it wasn't just anyone. Her laughter still stood out the most and sort of made the rest of the noise background.

It was vibrant, enchanting and contagious.

He searched for minutes. When his eyes landed on the table surrounded by three beautiful ladies, his heart just stopped.

Although they were all sinfully beautiful, only one of the three caught his breath. And if he thought she looked amazing from the back, she knocked him on his ass when she coincidentally turned around and he saw her beautiful face.

He was frozen in time and he couldn't have been more obvious if he tried because his jaw was literally centimeters away from dropping to the floor.

Beautiful dark brown eyes stared right back at him and he struggled to breathe.

She was wearing the sexiest white blazer he's ever seen. It hugged her little tiny firm and framed her every curve perfectly just as she was. The hot pink heels on her making her at least six inches taller. And where her buttons stopped, he could make out the sexy black lace bra she wore underneath. Her long dark hair hung over her shoulders in layered waves and in the dim lights of the club, her burgundy highlights showed brightly.

She smiled at him and tipped her drink towards him before her bold red tainted lips closed around the glass.

It was an invitation to join her if he so shall please and everything about her was just daring him to come to her. And Lord knows he was ready.

"Amanda," He turned around on his stool for a minute to address his employee.

"Sup?" Amanda asked.

She was all over the place pouring drinks, wiping counters on her wake and serving. He didn't know how she did it but it was pretty damn impressive. She was so getting a raise.

"Table six," Fitz said. "Tell John that I want them to be served whatever they'd like on the house for the rest of the night."

Amanda took a quick glance at table six. She made out three stunning ladies, (a redhead and two brunettes) laughing their asses off and being young and carefree. They were all so beautiful, it made her want to puke. Especially the one in white.

Not only was she beautiful in that excuse of a dress that she wore, Fitz couldn't look more dazzled if he tried.

If this was one of those animated cartoons, heart shapes would literally be falling out of his eyes.

She didn't like that. Not one bit.

"Sure thing boss." She nodded.

If only she knew a spell to make people disappear…

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"Liv!" Abby basically squealed over the loud music blaring at the club.

"What?" Olivia asked.

"Three o'clock. I spot Mr. beautiful and he was basically drooling over you."

Olivia shrugged, feigning nonchalance. Oh she saw Mr. beautiful alright and beautiful didn't even begin to describe what that man looked like. He was tall with broad shoulders, chiseled stubborn jaw. He also had this swagger about him even when he looked like he was about to fall out of his stool when their eyes made contact.

And speaking of eyes, his eyes were something to rave about. It was this perfect shade of blue. A mixture of sky blue and the ocean at five o'clock on a perfect afternoon. They were blue. But they appeared mostly grey from afar and they had this dangerous calm behind them. Olivia wanted him to come closer so she could admire them in a closer proximity.

"There's a thousand of other women in here, Abby." Olivia tried to rationalize. "He could've been looking at anyone."

But except, he definitely was looking at her. She saw the way his eyes changed from bored one minute to absolutely delighted at the sight of her. Like he saw something he wanted and he was going to go after it.

"Girl please!" Abby waved a hand dismissively as she took a sip of her Margarita. "He was definitely looking at your fine ass. Maybe there's still hope for you after all."

Seconds later, Abby was basically bouncing out of her chair. "Oh my God, Liv. I think he's coming here!" The redhead squealed.

"He looks like the Hugh Heifner of this place." Quinn marveled. "And he has such great hair. I wanna eat him for breakfast, lunch and dinner."

Olivia buried her face in her hands. Yep. This is the circle she hangs around with. A bunch of grown up adult acting like sex starved idiots.

"You have Charlie, you hoe-bag. I'm the one who needs to get laid. If Liv doesn't want him, I'm kidnapping his fine ass and never letting him go." Abby drooled. "Holy Jesus. Is that a fucking tailored Armani suit he's wearing?"

Just then, as if on queue ironically, the song Dollar Sign started playing.

"He's coming over here. He's coming! Act cool."

Olivia shook her head. "You're telling me to act cool?" She said. "You and Quinn are the ones ready to marry him already."

"What about you? Not too big on long term commitment?"

His voice stopped Olivia on her track and she could've sworn her nipples hardened at the sound of his voice. His voice sounded like fucking double dipped in smooth caramel and chocolate. The next thing that hit her was the smell of his aroma. Spice, leather and pure hot male flesh.

When she finally turned around to meet his eyes, she froze like statue. Even in six inch heels, he still towered over her and she had to look up at him to really see him.

He looked beautiful. No. fuck that. Forget beautiful. The man was a gorgeous specimen of a living and Olivia couldn't deal with his perfection. His eyes. God his eyes. There were no words for them up close. And it wasn't the color altogether. It was what was behind them.

And then he smiled.

All teeth shining and dimples piercing. It was the most charming smile she's ever seen. It was the kind of smile that screamed drop-your-panties and come get some. It's the smile that your mother warned you about when it came to bad boys. Specially the ones in a sexy tailored Armani suit.

"Hi."

Yup.

Olivia was dead. Gone.

Cause of Death— the smile of this beautiful stranger.

When she finally regained a portion of her brain cells to form coherent words, she swallowed hard and offered him a nervous smile.

She should run but his eyes captivated her in place, and his smile rendered her handicapped.

So there was no escaping him.

"Hi."

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So I decided to continue after all! This was a longer chapter and I'm hoping you guys liked it. Leave a review and let me know what you guys thought. Until next time…