An: I do not own arrow or any of these characters. Apologies for not writing another chapter, i'd make an excuse to do with my a-levels but honestly I had plenty of time to write, I just didn't. I know the end of the last chapter was very rushed but I'm gonna try to make it up to you guys. And finally, to Olicity17, this isn't an Isabel/Oliver fic I was just setting it up for the rest of the story.

~Bekah

"The Oliver you lost might not be the one they found" The doctor whispered into Moira's ear as she gazed into the room. He was looking out onto the city, his hands clamped by his side.

"Oliver" She asked hesitantly not sure if he was truly home

"Mom" He said, breathing a slight sigh of relief and striding towards his mother.

"Oh" Her hands rested on his cheeks "My beautiful boy" They wrapped their arms around each others bodies, squeezing gently.

"I've missed you mom"

"I missed you too son"

"Where is Isabel, didn't you tell her I am home?" His brow creased ever so slightly. Moira fidgeted under his glare.

"Well um, Isabel left" Her hands wrung together as Oliver stepped back, deep in thought.

"Where is she?"

"I don't know, Honey I'm so sorry."

"You shouldn't be sorry, It's okay. I get it. I was gone, she moved on"

"No, I'm sorry because she skipped off with a rich European man merely a month after you left" Her eyes dropped to the ground, the older woman couldn't bear seeing his face.

"That's okay, I'm okay" His eyes betraying his cool facade, Moira stepped towards him, wrapping him in another tight hug.

~ 2 days later ~

Oliver walked into Queen Consolidated, Diggle ushered him toward the elevator. He was set to take QC back from Walter but he wanted to see how much everything had changed whilst he was gone. His mind was all over the place, Isabel, the foundry, Captain Lance, Thea, he really couldn't keep himself focused. Oliver reached out to press the top button on the panel, his suit jacket ruffled up his forearm slightly as he stretched. His hand froze and his eyes widened when he saw "Blind date, CoFFeE" written on the inside of his wrist in red pen, that hadn't happened since he got engaged to Isabel.

"Something wrong Mr Queen?" Diggle asked, his brows furrowing as Oliver pressed the button and drew his hand back.

"No, no nothing" He said quickly, shrugging his shoulders in rapid succession.

The elevator slowed after a few short seconds, the doors opening, a woman stood with folders hugged between her arms and her chest.

"Oh, I can.. get another elevator if.." Her eyes widening as she saw Oliver

"Its fine c'mon in" Oliver said smoothly, he couldn't help but let his eyes drag up and down her body.

"Thank you Mr Queen"

"Oh please, call me Oliver. Mr Queen was my fathers name". The doors closed again.

The woman walked a few paces behind Oliver and Diggle, following them through to his office.

"Can I help you?" Oliver said, turning to the blonde. Confusion played on her face for a split second.

"Oh! Right! I forgot you didn't know" She stuck her hand out, the other gripping the folders tighter. "Felicity Smoak, Personal assistant and head of the IT department" She beamed as she spoke her title, Oliver shook her hand and retracted quickly remembering the random red pen on his hand.

"Well thats a large load to bear for such a" His voice trailed off as he didn't want to offend her straight off the bat

"Oh trust me, I can do my jobs plenty well Mr Qu.. Oliver" for a brief second she let her eyes flit up and down his body. Damn he could wear a suit. She thought to herself.

"You're not too bad yourself" he chuckled as her face grew bright pink

"Crap I said that aloud again didn't I" Oliver just grinned at her embarrassment "I didn't mean it like that… Not that you're not attractive I mean you ARE attractive but I'm not trying to come on to you or anything, not that I wouldn't but you're my boss and I'm gonna stop talking now. I'll be in my office dying if you need me for anything" Felicity hastily walked out the room, groaning into her desk as she sat down. Nice first impression fe, way to fucking go.

Oliver marvelled at the woman, the way her hips swayed slightly when she walked away. And her legs, oh god they went on for days.

"Mr Queen" Diggle said forcefully, snapping Oliver from his thoughts "How long do you want to stay here"

"Just a few more hours Diggle" Oliver smiled his winning smile and glared as if to tell him to leave

"Right, I'm just gonna go do a perimeter check" His steeled face never faltering.

Heat pooled between her thighs as he stared at her through the glass, she felt as if he was boring into her soul. Felicity shot her eyes up towards him, softening when they collided. His eyes grew dark, only heightening her arousal. God she was a mess, he had barely even spoken to her never mind touched her and she was almost over the egde in her chair. Oliver always had that effect on her, even when he was a playboy but he seemed different, nobody appeared to see it but Felicity could tell he wasn't ever going to be the same.

As Oliver stood up she squirmed in her chair, he was obviously making a beeline to her office, his eyes scanning to make sure they were the only ones on the floor. Without thinking her legs guided her to walk towards him. Oliver swung the door open slightly rushed, in two giant strides their bodies collided, her hands tangled in his short hair. Their lips crashed together with a bruising force, tongues immediately fighting for dominance in the passionate heat. Felicity pulled back first, taking a gulp of air, her eyes scanned his for answers to questions she didn't even know she had.

"I don't wanna be that cliche boss who bangs his secretary on the side" Oliver said breathlessly, Felicity giggled innocently.

"Let's just say I'm the IT girl for now then" his eyes darkened again, he dived in for another heated kiss, this time slower but with much more passion. He wrapped his hands round her waist, walking her to a wall out of view if anyone came up to their floor. Her back hit something hard, a wall perhaps, she worked her kisses down his collar bone and onto his chest. Oliver hesitated as he shrugged off the suit jacket, his hands clamped over her as she began to unbutton his shirt.

"Wait" he commanded, Felicity huffed gently

"What, don't tell me you have like a 3rd nipple or something?"

"No, I'm just… I have scars"

"You think I wanna stop just cause you got a few cuts on the island" Her head cocked to the side. He shrugged and moved his hands to her skirt zipper. Felicity made quick work of his shirt, rolling the material down his arms. She continued her trail of kisses, kissing each scar she passed. Once they were both down to their underwear Oliver's calloused hand slipped down her waist, moving the soaked lace panties aside.

"fuck" he whispered into her collar bone as he sunk a finger into her heat. Felicity tossed her head back, shudders radiating through her body. After a few rough pumps into her, she tried to shuffle off his fingers.

"Oliverrr, please, hmm. Fuck, I need you inside me" her voice melted on his ears, hearing the sounds she was making was driving him crazy. He strained painfully against his boxers, Felicity tugged them down, freeing him. He lined his cock with her entrance, rubbing gently between her folds. Felicity grabbed his shoulder, unable to take the anticipation. He slammed into her, stopping when he was buried to the hilt. It took her a while to adjust to his length but she was soon craving him more.

"Move" she cried. Oliver did as she asked, pulling almost completely out and thrusting forcefully all the way back in. Her body jerked up and down the wall as he kept thrusting forcefully into her. The wall behind her shook, her cries bouncing off it and around the room. Her orgasm rolled over her, his name fell on her lips. He was quick to follow, filling her up completely. They both slumped against the wall.

A familiar buzzing noise signalled someone was coming up to see Oliver.

"Crap, you had a meeting at 3 with some woman. I didn't get her name" Felicity said whilst hastily throwing her clothes back on. Oliver's eyes widened as he jumped up to put his suit on.

The elevator dinged right as Oliver sunk into his chair, he glanced over to Felicity who was patting down her skirt. A sigh of relief flooded him as she smiled to the unknown woman walking towards his office. He glanced down to his lap, still trying to get his breathing under control, the sound of the glass door closing caused Oliver to flick his head up. The smile that he plastered on his face quickly dropped as he saw who the meeting was with.

"Isabel" He whispered.