WIV Chapter 2: TKO
TKO - Justin Timberlake
"I'm out for the count
Yeah, girl, you knock me out
It's just a TKO
I'm out for the count
Yeah, girl, you knock me out
With a TKO
T-TKO
Out for the count
Girl, you knock me out
With a TKO"
"They got it in last night." Stephen snickered. The group; minus Olivia and Fitz were downstairs at the breakfast buffet.
"Don't be stupid." Jake growled as he cut his pancakes. "As if that would ever happen."
"Olivia didn't sleep in her bed last night." Stephen laughed. Abby reached over and hit him in the arm.
"That was CONFIDENTIAL information!" Abby growled.
"They're probably getting it right now as we speak." Harrison laughed. "It's almost 9:30, no one sleeps in this late on vacation. Especially as we have sight seeing to do and our flight leaves at 7."
"You guys are exaggerating." Jake sighed. "Nothing happened."
"Keep telling yourself that Jake." Huck laughed.
"$10 they come down together."
"I'm in." Stephen got out his wallet placing his money on the middle of the table.
"What the hell is wrong with you guys!" Quinn sighed.
Jake rolled his eyes trying his best not to engage in the stupid conversation taking place. "You guys are ruining my appetite."
"Jake, get over it." Stephen teased. "It was ages ago. You need to move on."
"I have moved on! But you heard her, if she wouldn't go for me, why would she go for him."
Just as Stephen was about to respond with a sarcastic comment , Abby's phone rang.
"Hello?" Abby said as she took a sip of her orange juice.
"I need you to come upstairs." Fitz said with an edge of urgency to his voice. His tone indicated that something was wrong.
"Where the hell are you? Are you with Liv?"
"Is that Fitz?" Stephen laughed. Abby put her fingers to his mouth telling him to shut up.
"Are you with the rest of the group?" Fitz swallowed.
"Yes. Now can you two tear away from each other for two minutes so we can enjoy breakfast together as a group." Abby buttered her toast as she juggled the phone on her shoulder with her ear pressed to it.
"I need you to come up to my room. Alone."
"Are you serious?" Abby groaned. "I'm eating!"
"CAN YOU GET UP HERE NOW!" Fitz roared through the phone.
"Okay sheesh." Abby spat before ending the call. "I have to go."
"What? Why? What did he say?"
"He needs me upstairs apparently." Abby groaned as she grabbed her phone. "I'll be back."
XXXXX
"Okay what is it? What couldn't wait until I finished my toast!" Abby boomed as she pushed past Fitz at the door.
Fitz swallowed as he locked the door behind her. "Olivia and I fucked up last night."
"I figured." Abby smirked. "And if you don't shower and hurry up you'll miss the breakfast bar."
"No. You're not hearing me, we seriously fucked up." Fitz lifted up his red T-Shirt to reveal a tattoo on his ribs.
"Please don't tell me you both got matching tattoo's..." Abby examined the tattoo before her words got stuck in her throat. Livvie was painted across his ribs. "You didn't... You got her NAME TATTOOED ON YOU?!"
"We got married last night." Fitz choked. Hearing those words come out of his mouth made him feel dizzy. Even the thought of marriage or commitment made him want to be sick. However Olivia had been sick enough for the both of them; all over his favourite pair of shoes in fact.
"Is this some sort of joke?" Abby laughed. "Are you guys doing a prank?! Am I being filmed!?"
"No." Fitz raised up his right hand revealing a wedding band.
"Where's Olivia?" Abby croaked.
"She's in my bedroom. She won't say anything. I've been trying to get her to say something for 45 minutes. She's gone mute."
Abby bolted into the room to see Olivia sitting on the edge of the bed. "Liv?!"
Olivia turned to face Abby and for the first time she spoke. "We got—"
"I know." Abby said sitting down next to her.
"We got married..." Olivia said laughing hysterically. Not a laugh that would follow something funny. This was a laugh that would make you question someones sanity. It was more along the lines of a breathless cackle. "I'm married."
"Olivia..." Abby said nerved at Her creepy laughing.
"I'm married to someone and I don't even know his last name! I don't even know my last name!" Olivia cackled. "HEY FITZ DID I TAKE YOUR LAST NAME?"
"Stop!" Abby slapped Olivia in the face; jolting her out of this funny delusion.
Olivia immediately woke up from her state of hysteria. She shook her hair before springing out of the bed. "I need to fix this, NOW."
"What the hell, more like where the hell did you two go after you left the club?!"
"I don't remember. The last thing I was going into the bathroom. Everything goes blurry from there."
"Fitz!" Abby yelled. Moments later he came through the bedroom doors.
"Yes?"
"What do you remember from last night?"
"Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I remember leaving the club but that's it."
"So fucking useful." Olivia growled.
"Shut your mouth like you're doing any better." Fitz began.
"Now is not the time for both of you to start arguing."Abby went over to Olivia's clutch from last night and went through it; searching for clues of any sort. "Do you seriously have no clue where you went last night?"
"We got tattoos and got married." Olivia spat. She couldn't believe what she just gotten herself into.
"Oh please! You barely got a tattoo! Have you seen the size of mine! It takes up all of my ribs!"
"I could give a damn about your ribs!" Olivia hissed. "I HAVE A BOYFRIEND!"
"You're not the only one in a relationship princess." Fitz growled at her.
"You weren't acting like it yesterday! You kept pursuing me!"
"Like you were acting like you had a boyfriend yesterday while you were on your back screaming my name!" Fitz roared.
"GUYS!" Abby intervened. "Do you seriously think this is going to help? You're both as stupid as each other!"
"DO NOT LUMP ME WITH HIM!"
"Do you think you're better then me?!"
"Think?" Olivia scoffed. "I KNOW I'm better then you!"
"You know what!" Abby said throwing down Olivia's clutch. "I'm no one's baby sitter. I came to Vegas to have fun, not to reenact The Hangover! Deal with it yourselves! And yes if you don't bring yourselves downstairs within 15 minutes, I'm telling the group." With that Abby stormed out of the room; slamming the door behind her.
"Thanks a lot." Olivia spat.
"Shut UP." Fitz growled. He made his way over to his suitcase to put on some clothes.
"What are you doing?!"
"I'm getting dressed, what the hell does it look like I'm doing?"
"Give me a shirt."
"Are you asking me or telling me?"
"I'm telling you because YOU ripped my dress last night!"
"Here!" Fitz snapped throwing her his shirt from the club last night.
"I can't wear this! People will know!"
"I don't think the shirt will give it away. The tattoo on your wrist or the ring on your finger might though." Fitz snarled sarcastically as he pulled down his sweatpants; giving Olivia show. He then proceeded to put on jeans.
"What the HELL!" Olivia screeched as she turned around.
"Don't act like it's nothing you haven't seen before."
Olivia quickly changed into Fitz's shirt which barely covered her ass. "I can't go downstairs like this! I don't have my room key either!"
"Here." Fitz smirked as he tossed her "pants" from his suitcase.
XXXXX
"Look at what the cat dragged in!" Harrison laughed as Fitz and Olivia finally joined them at the breakfast table. They looked miserable as can be. "Liv are you wearing his boxers?!"
Olivia didn't respond she just sat down at looked down at her plate.
"Olivia... Why are you wearing his clothes?" Jake asked concerned. As if it wasn't obvious that they had spent the night together.
"Leave it Ballard." Fitz hissed as he sipped his glass of water with his left hand.
"Care to share any of the sexy details from last night?" Stephen smirked.
"No." Olivia glared.
"You two are awfully quiet though. All worn out from last night?" Harrison chuckled.
"Would all of you mind shutting the fuck up?" Olivia growled. "Thanks."
"Ouch." Huck tried his best not to laugh while drinking his water.
"Olivia, Fitz. Do you have anything you'd like to share with the group?" Abby blushed. She couldn't hold it in any longer, as much as she loved Olivia this was way too juicy.
"Olivia and I got married yesterday." Fitz growled. There was no way he was going to let Abby sit there and snickered. The moment his words left his mouth the entire group went silent. No one looked as shocked as Jake who looked like he had just seen a ghost.
"YOU DID WHAT?!" Harrison bellowed across the table.
"We got married." Olivia muttered.
"Is that some type of sick joke?" Jake dropped his breakfast at the news.
"I wish it were."
"Let me see the RINGS NOW!" Stephen screeched as he bolted across the table. He lifted both of their hands onto the table to show the group.
"Oh."
"My."
"God."
"WHAT THE HELL!" Harrison roared with laughter. Quinn tried her best to cover her laughter into Abby's shoulder while Abby and Stephen died of laughter. Huck sat there snickering while Jack sat there in complete silence.
"I have no appetite. Abby can I have our room key?"
"Sure." Abby smirked as she handed the key to Olivia. "Here you are Mrs. Grant."
Olivia's face dropped as she ripped they key out of Abby's hand and stormed to the elevator.
"Aren't you going to join your wife?" Huck laughed.
"No." Fitz scoffed. "Where did you get the bacon from?"
Flashback:
"Come on!" Olivia laughed as she pulled Fitz into a tattoo palour. "It will be fun!"
"I've never gotten a tattoo before." Fitz chuckled.
"Neither have I. That's why were getting matching ones." Olivia moved to the front desk. "Hi. We'd like to get tattoo's."
The tattoo artist looked the two of them up and down with distain. "Are either of you under the influence of any alcohol or substances?"
"Nope." Olivia giggled lying right through her teeth.
The artist shot her a sarcastic smile. "Follow me."
Fitz went first. He lifted his shirt up showing the tattoo artist exactly where he wanted it done.
"The ribs are one of the most painful places to get a tattoo. Are you sure you want to get here for your first tattoo?"
"I'm sure." Fitz laughed.
The tattoo artist shrugged as she fired up the gun, dipped it in ink and began. Fitz's face immediately seized up and he squeezed down on Olivia's hand.
"OW!" Olivia laughed.
"Holy shit." Fitz groaned as he continued to grip her hand. The tattoo artist continued to drill ink inti his skin as he groaned out in pain. An hour later "Livvie" in cursive was painted on his skin.
"Your turn princess." The artist smirked to Olivia.
"You found it?!" Olivia screeched. Fitz had called her up to his room after breakfast as he found their marriage license stuffed between the sheets of his bed.
"Yeah." Fitz exhaled.
Olivia snatched it out of his hand to read it for herself. Her stomach sank as everything hit her like a ton of bricks; they were legally married. /Olivia Grant./ "I'm going to be sick."
Fitz pushed her away. "Go be sick somewhere else you ruined my favourite pair of shoes!"
"I'm married..." Olivia said shaking. "We're married and I can't stand you."
"Don't think for one second that the feeling isn't mutual sweetheart!" Fitz snapped at her.
"Don't think for one second that the second we're back in California we aren't getting divorced!"
"As if! We're having this shit annulled!"
"Even better!" Olivia hissed getting in his face.
"The second we step off that plane!"
"Agreed." Olivia growled through her teeth.
"So does this mean we can have sex now?!"
"No!" Olivia cried as she shoved the marriage certificate into his chest. "You disgust me!"
"Mhm." Fitz moved his fingers to graze across her plump lips. Her lips fascinated him, they were begging to be sucked and bitten. She immediately shut up at his sensual touch. His fingers against her skin set her body on fire. He oozed sexuality and there was sometimes when his arrogance was attractive. She swallowed hard; remembering exactly why she slept with him in first place. No matter how hard she tried to deny it, he was attractive.
"You know if you kept that loud mouth of yours shut, we don't have to get divorced."
And that was gone; his ridiculous arrogance was back and Olivia shoved him off. "Go to hell." She grabbed the marriage license and stormed out of the room.
The plane ride back was full of snickers and laughs and Olivia tried her best to ignore them. Fitz could care less as he passed out on the seat beside her; snoring away. As if he wasn't irritating enough he was the reason she had to listen to their group of friends tease them.
Once they landed they all sped through baggage collection and waited at the front of LAX for a cab. All accept for Olivia as Fitz held her back while the others got in a cab and went on their way home.
"What the hell is wrong with you!" Olivia huffed. "I need to get home!"
"We need to talk WIFEY." Fitz hissed.
Olivia groaned, for a moment she forgot. For a moment she forgot about the insane weekend she had. "Fine. Where?"
"The Hilton."
"HELL NO!"
"I don't have time for you and your melodramatics so pack it in now."
"Who the fuck do you think you're talking to!"
Rolling his eyes and not dignifying her with a response Fitz grabbed Olivia's arm as they stormed for to the Hilton. Olivia's legs were practically running after his at the speed he was walking. Once inside he turned into the first restaurant and practically flung her into the nearest booth.
"That was abuse." Olivia growled.
"Shut up."
"Hi there." A young woman smiled as she stood in front of them and handed them menu's. "Can I start you off with something to drink?"
"I'll—"
"She'll have a water." Fitz interjected.
"I'll have a glass of red wine." Olivia said louder.
"Nope." Fitz smiled as he popped the p. "Water."
"How about I give you two a moment to decide."
"No need." Fitz grinned with a charming smile. "Two waters. I'll have your finest steak and she'll have a caesar salad." The woman nodded and quickly scurried away.
"You sexist asshole I don't like salad."
"Oh." Fitz frowned. "I thought all women like salad."
"Well you're a bonehead."
"So." Fitz turned himself to face him completely. "We need to find ourselves lawyers; and fast."
"I have a lawyer." Olivia hissed. Although technically it was her father's lawyer she knew she wanted him to represent her.
"As do I. Perfect, so we can have this thing annulled before anyone is the wiser."
"Perfect."
"Your waters." The waitress smiled as she placed them on the table. "Your food should be out shortly."
Neither of their eyes glanced upon her; they were to busy in the middle of having a death glare stare off.
"I bet the food here isn't even good." Olivia scoffed.
"Probably not."
"Why the hell did you take me here then?!"
"Because there's a hotel attached."
"So."
"So I'd like to have sex with you again before we get divorced and go on our separate ways."
"You can't be serious."
"Oh I'm deadly serious." Fitz grinned.
Olivia took a sip of her water as she tried her best not to laugh. "Fat chance."
"What on earth does that mean?"
"It means, there is nothing you could do on the face of this earth that would get me to sleep with you again."
"Oh really." Fitz smirked. "Is that so?"
"Yes." Olivia said with disgust. "You're repulsive."
Crushing her up against the wall Fitz began to feverishly attack her lips as they both tore of the pieces of clothing separating each other. First went his belt, then her skirt, then his pants and finally both of their shirts leaving them both in their underwear. Ramming his tongue into her mouth Fitz held Olivia's face in place with one hand while the other squeezed her thigh.
His lips moved to her neck where they sucked and bit down on any skin they could leaving all types of marks. Olivia moaned as she gripped his hair with fingers. His hands dipped into her underwear to find her dripping with need for him.
"Tell me how bad you want me." His lips grazed against her collarbones and he felt her shudder. Getting no response he grabbed her by her hipbones and slammed her into the wall again. "Tell me."
Olivia grabbed him through his boxers giving him the exact response he needed without and words. Fitz ripped off her bra revealing her chest. She savagely attacked her breasts biting and sucking on them causing her to cry out. He swirled his tongue around her nipple and Olivia almost lost control. Without any hesitation she pulled down her underwear and kicked it to the floor.
Within a few moments Fitz was taking her up against the wall with her legs wrapped around his midsection. He pounded into her relentlessly not stopping from any pauses or breaks. Olivia's body thudding against the concrete wall as she cried out. She moved her hands which were entangled in his curls to his back where she dug into his muscular back with her nails. She dragged her nails down his back until she she felt like scratches were being formed.
Both of their climaxes near as moans, grunts and colourful languages flew out of both of their mouths. Olivia could barely recognize her own voice; never in her entire life had she screamed this way during sex. Fitz's animalistic grunts became louder and louder as he reached point of expolsion. Olivia came first with a high pitch yelp and Fitz followed suit as he bit down on her shoulder to stop from yelling himself.
He released himself from the wall causing Olivia to fall into his chest. Still panting he didn't give her a moment of rest as grabbed her by the wrist dragging her to the bed. He pinned her on her back as his lips descended to core.
"What the fuck are you doing!" Olivia screeched as she sat up. Never in her life had she recieved or given oral sex.
"Shut up..." He growled animalistically.
Olivia didn't bother to argue with him this time. For once she did as he told her; she shut her mouth and laid back down on her back. And how glad she was that she did. The things he was doing to her left her screaming incoherently. With every kiss of his lips, flick of his tongue, and pump of his fingers her body screamed for more. Her legs were shaking, her stomach was contracting and her eyes had rolled into the back of her head. Fitz dug his nails into her fleshy thighs as he continued to devour her.
Her hands found their way into his hair again as she felt herself slowly peaking. With the slow flick of his tongue against her throbbing click she moaned his name in rapture as her orgasm violently rocked her body.
Fitz rose up looking at her shaking and for once since the moment he met her he had completely silenced her. He smirked to himself as he got up from the bed to find their clothes. Once he gathered all of their clothing he flung them in the middle of the room before collapsing on the bed.
"This is ever never happening again." Olivia panted trying to regulate her breathing. "Ever."
"Agreed."
"I hope you know I'm not paying for this room."
"Sh." Fitz groaned as he moved his hand to cover her mouth. He exhaled as he muffled her talking. "Much better."
Flinging his hand off of her mouth Olivia boomed. "Take your hand off of me!"
"Ugh. You can go now." Fitz groaned as he rolled over onto his stomach.
"Gladly." Olivia hissed.
Fitz felt a sudden throbbing in his back. He then realized she had dug her claws into his back. "My back is killing me. Thanks a lot."
"Don't mention it." Olivia spat sarcastically. "Where's my underwear?" Olivia searched through the pile of clothing with no luck.
"Oh that." Fitz smirked. "I ripped it."
"You did what..." Olivia growled. She could feel her blood begin to boil.
"While I grabbed our clothes I ripped it. Have fun leaving here with no underwear."
"YOU DID WHAAAAAAT?!" Big Gerry boomed as he slammed his hands down on the kitchen table.
"I got drunk and got married." Fitz exhaled.
"You have about 5 seconds to tell me this is some kind of sick fucking joke."
"Unfortunately not."
"You mean to tell me that you went to Las Vegas and GOT MARRIED?!"
"Yeah."
"HAVE YOU LOST YOUR GOD DAMN MIND FITZGERALD?!"
"No."
"Who. Is. She." Gerry snarled each word with venom.
"One of Stephen's friends."
"Let me get this straight. You went to Las Vegas and married one of Stephen's friends?"
"I also got her name tattooed on my ribs."
Big Gerry was one sentence of foolishness away from a heart attack. He was fuming, no he was raging; blood boiling, heart racing; chest heaving, eyes watering, skin heating type of rage.
"You fucking degenerate."
"Dad!" Cassandra; Fitz's sister tried to step in but she was quickly silenced.
"How dare you disrespect me this way..." Gerry growled his eyes full of hate.
"I'd love to know how my marriage is consider disrespect."
"You know your role. You know DAMN well you are to marry that Melody Jefferson!"
"I can't stand the sight of Mellie." Fitz exhaled. He would rather hear Olivia's nagging voice for the rest of his life then to be married to Mellie; and that was saying something.
"I don't care what you can stand the sight of. Her father is a HUGE investor in our company." Big Gerry owned a hugely successful Engineering company. Gerry was looking for investors of Richard Jefferson had tons of money to burn. They met and it went well; Gerry sweetened the deal by promising Fitz's hand in marriage to Mellie. Knowing Richard wanted Mellie to marry into the right circle it worked perfectly. Mellie was completely smitten with Fitz at the first sight; however he needed a little more convincing.
"I could give a damn about your company."
"I'm calling Jim first thing tomorrow morning. We are getting this annulled before this gets out ANYWHERE!" Gerry screeched. "The girl, who is she?"
"She wants an annulment as well." Fitz breathed. "Relax."
"Guess who's breaking the news to Mellie." Gerry growled.
"No." Fitz fired. "I don't see why I even need to tell her, we're getting it annulled!" Truthfully Fitz just needed any excuse to get out of speaking with her.
"Oh you're going to tell her, and you're going to tell her NOW!"
XXXXX
"Hey baby." Edison smiled as Olivia walked up to her apartment.
Olivia was speechless. She tried her best to hide her hand. "Hey Edison. Have you been waiting here long?"
"Yeah! Where the hell have you been? I thought your flight landed almost two hours ago."
"Edison we need to talk."
"About what? Whatever it is I'm sure it can wait until we get inside. Open the door."
Olivia swallowed as she quickly opened her door with her right hand and scurried inside.
"So what is it?" Edison laughed.
"Something happened in Vegas."
"What?" He smiled. "Whatever it is I'm sure it's not as bad as you think."
"You'd be surprised." Olivia said underneath her breath.
"Seriously Olivia." Edison sat down on the couch and gestured for her to join him.
Olivia was hesistant in moving so she stood where she was.
"How bad can it be? Have you seen the Hangover?" Edison laughed. "Did you lose one of your friends?"
Olivia shook her head.
"Did you break a tooth? Did you find a baby named Carlos? Was there a tiger in your bathroom? Did you do roofies?"
Olivia shook her head no once more.
"Did you get a tattoo? Did you get married?"
Olivia's breath hitched in her throat and she felt as if she couldn't speak.
"Olivia?" Edison laughed nervously.
"I need to tell you something but you need to know that I love you okay. You know I love you right?"
"What did you do Olivia..."
"You look nice." Fitz smirked as Olivia met him outside of their courthouse.
"Go to hell."
"Aw baby don't say that." He said in a teasing tone as he stroked her face.
Olivia quickly swatted her hand away. "My boyfriend broke up with me because of you. My relationship is ruined!"
"I wish I could say the same." Fitz groaned.
"What do you mean..."
"I mean Mellie won't let me go. She doesn't even care that I cheated and married someone else."
"What type of a woman is she?!"
"A leach that's what. All you women do is take take take."
"Excuse me!"
"Can you two stop arguing!" Jim; Fitz's lawyer butted in. "It makes you two seem like immature brats. You don't need any more strikes against you."
"Any more strikes?" Fitz raised his eyebrow.
"Yes. You two have no reason to get an annulment whatsoever."
"Have you seen him!" Olivia growled. "That's the one reason I need!"
"Ha ha ha." Fitz said dryly.
"Legally." Jim said clearing his throat. "You get an annulment for 6 reasons and 6 reasons only."
"And they are?"
"Bigamy, Forced Consent, Fraud, Marriage Prohibited By Law, Mental Illness, Mental Incapacity, Inability to Consummate Marriage and Underage Marriage."
"So what are we going with?" Fitz asked. "I'd say we have a gone shot at mental illness with her."
Olivia crushed his foot with her heels causing him to cry out in pain.
"Mental incapacity." Jim swallowed. "You were both drunk in Vegas and you made a stupid mistake. That's what were going with. Both of you keep your mouths shut unless you're spoken to. Understand?"
"He's talking to you." Fitz growled in Olivia's ear.
"I'm serious. Judge Smith does not stand for any garbage so best behaviour." Olivia and Fitz both nodded. "Okay lets go inside." He motioned for them to follow him but Fitz grabbed Olivia's arm.
"Listen. Keep your attitude packed in. I want out of this just as much as you do. So stay quiet and we both get what he want." Fitz hissed.
Olivia yanked her arm away immediately. "Don't touch me. EVER." She stormed away following in the direction of Jim.
They waited with Robert; Olivia's lawyer for their turn. About half an hour later they were called in.
"Well it was nice being married to you." Fitz scoffed sarcastically.
"Go fuck yourself." Olivia hissed. She smoothed out her skirt and headed into the courtroom.
XXXXX
"May I be blunt?" Judge Smith asked. Everyone in the room nodded as he proceeded. "You mean to tell me that you got drunk in Las Vegas, got married and now you're petitioning for annulment two seconds later?"
Jim and Robert nodded. "Yes your honour."
"Can these two step forward." He said beckoning Olivia and Fitz. They did as they were asked as they stood before him.
"State your name." Judge Smith groaned. You could tell by his tone he was annoyed and stressed. He looked ready to go home and the day had just begun. Fitz took it as a good sign as he would take them out of their misery nice and quick.
"Olivia... Grant." Olivia said. The words barely being able to leave her mouth. She truly felt sick.
"Fitzgerald Grant." Fitz cleared his throat.
"I'm going to be honest and straight to the point. Look Fitzgerald and Olivia, I've seen a million and one of you two; married from a drunken night in Vegas. I've seen 3 today in fact. And I'm going to tell you exactly what I told them."
Fitz and Olivia waited for the Judge to continue.
"No." He said clearing his throat.
"Pardon me?" Jim said speaking up.
"These young people today are making an absolute mockery of the beautiful union which is marriage. The two of you fall suit into that. Which is why I'm denying your petition for an annulment."
Olivia tried to hold in her anger built she found it extremely hard. She dug her own nails into her arm to stop from screaming.
"I am ordering you to a 6 month co-existing period which the two of you will stay legally married."
"WHAAAT?!" Olivia bellowing silencing the entire courtroom. Fitz felt him throat tighten at the sound of her screeching voice. He knew she couldn't keep it shut. Not for all of 5 minutes.
"Sorry is there something you don't understand Ms. Grant?" Judge Smith raised his eyebrow and lowered his glasses.
"6 months... Sir that CANNOT HAPPEN."
"Firstly it's your honour." Judge Smith said firmly.
"Your honour." Olivia said apologetically. "This cannot happen."
The jugde scoffed sarcastically. "And why not?"
"Because I have a boyfriend your honour."
"Oh." The judge nodded. "You interrupted my ruling to tell me that you cheated on your boyfriend to married while under the influence of alcohol?"
Fitz's stomach dropped. All the blood was draining from his face as he looked at mumbling Olivia.
Olivia tried her best to mumble some excuse but he wasn't having it.
"A year." The judge shot her a fake smile. "One full year of co-existing." Olivia's mouth hit the floor. "365 days."
"Your honour—"
"Shall we go for two?"
Olivia quickly shut her mouth and shook her head swiftly.
"Great." Judge Smith smiled. "One year of co-existence and then I'll think about granting you a divorce." He slammed down the gavel and got up. "Court is adjourned."
XXXXX
"YOU COULDN'T KEEP IT SHUT FOR 5 MINUTES! 5 GOD DAMN MINUTES!" Fitz boomed at Olivia the second they stepped onto the street.
"WHAT DID YOU EXPECT ME TO DO?! STAND THERE WHILE HE FORCED ME TO STAY MARRIED TO YOU!"
"I DID DIDN'T I?! YOU DOUBLED OUR WAITING TIME WITH THAT TRAP OF YOURS!"
Olivia took her palm and slapped him straight across the face. "Go to hell."
"Thanks to you, I'm already in hell, for 365 fucking days!"
"Stay away from me!" Olivia hissed before storming down the street to her car.
"That's going to be kind of hard considering we're MARRIED!" Fitz yelled to her as she got into her car and drove away.
