The following day Abby and Olivia decided to go out for lunch. They would be flying back home tonight, well Abby is flying back home to LA while Olivia would be headed to New York to check up on her two stores that side.
She owned one in Lower Manhattan and one in 7th Ave, Midtown.
They made their way to their table by the window and got comfortable.
"Ugh my head is still pounding from last night, why didn't you take the alcohol away from me Liv??" Abby exaggerated.
"Hey you deserved to get drunk, with all the work you've been putting in on your latest case...that was the perfect distraction." Liv said
"Yeah I guess you're right." She said chuckling as their waiter approached their table.
"Good day, i'm Stacey your waitress. Are you ladies ready to order?"
Quickly scanning the menu they placed their order. Abby ordering hot nachos and a ginger ale while Liv ordered a calamari salad and a smoothie.
"Okay. Will that be all?" Stacey asked.
"Yes..yes thank you stacey." Abby said with a smile.
"So anyway we didn't got to talk much last night and this morning but I've been meaning to ask you something..." Abby said eyeing her best friend.
Olivia finished sending an email from her phone then tugged it away in her bag giving her undivided attention to the red head.
"So ask.." she simply replied.
"Fitzgerald Grant. He kept you company last night. Tell me he wasn't trying any shit on you?" Abby said concerned.
Olivia laughed slightly at her overprotective friend, "No Abby he didn't. And if he did, I wouldn't have fallen for it. You know me."
"Yeah okay but i also know he had you cracking up. How is a guy of his nature funny?" She kept up her interrogation.
"His nature?" Liv asked knowing all too well what Abby meant.
"Yes. Seemingly self absorbed, playboy, and don't give a shit about other people's feelings kind off nature." Abby huffed.
"Okay yes so maybe he is all of that but he really does have a sense of humour Abby. And besides last night was probably the first time we've talked. You know we lived past each other in high school." Liv explained.
"Okay if you say so but anyway you did have a few drinks and you find anything funny after a good few drinks." Abby said.
"He doesn't sound like a bad guy though..We talked and it sounded as if life forced him into this messed up lifestyle and now he's in too deep so he just goes with it. Because it's easy.." Liv says thinking back to what Fitz told her about how he got his heart broken.
Abby was about to respond when their food arrived.
"Enjoy ladies."
"Thanks Stacey" Olivia said.
They both dived into their food before Abby spoke up, "So what you're saying is that Fitzgerald Grant ain't that bad of a person?? Look I don't know what he told you but he could've lied you know.. He loves attention so maybe he made it all up just so you would spend a few more minutes with him. Hoping he could eventually change your mind into taking your clothes off for him." Abby wasn't trying to question Olivia, she was just looking out for her.
Liv sighed, "I hear what you're saying Abby but I don't think it was like that okay.."
"Okay. Whatever, it's not like you'll see him again anyway." Abby shrugged.
Back at Fitz's place he rented while in Georgetown, the guys were all lounging around. Harrison, Charlie, Stephen and Brad.
"So Fitz.. we saw you hanging at the bar with Olivia last night. You talked for a while, did you slip something into her drink??" Charlie joked causing the others to break out in laughter.
"Wow. Really charlie... c'mon man!" Fitz said kinda offended.
"She's a decent, no - nonsense type girl. I'm just surprised she kept your dumbass company for that long." Charlie says.
"Okay out of all of you Stephen has known me for the longest time. So Steph would you please tell them I'm actually a good guy who knows how to speak to a lady without trying to fuck her." Fitz said looking over at Stephen.
"Yeah man but I haven't seen that Fitz in a while so.." Stephen said laughing.
"You know what fuck you guys" Fitz turned his attention to the TV.
They continued to laugh until Harrison said, "Look Fitz if it means anything. Liv tries not to just see the bad in people. She's a nice individual who don't judge people if she don't know them. Don't list to these fools. But there's one thing you should know...she don't fall easily. And by the looks of it you're trying to get to know her better but just know she can be hella difficult. She's not like these easy, cheap females who will quickly drop to their knees for you." Harrison spoke honestly then added, "And I still see her as a sister to me so please don't pull your playboy shit on her and damage her in the process."
Fitz listened intently to him speak. Making mental notes. He can see why Harrison's worried. He doesn't exactly have any proof to show he knows how to take care of a woman but he sure as hell is gonna show them.
He spent the previous night constantly thinking about Olivia. Her infectious laugh. The way she carries herself. The way she speaks so intelligently one moment and the next says something completely silly making him laugh. The way she listened to him when she could've just shut him down and walked away. Her petite figure, beautiful face and confidence.
She was a dream. And he wanted to make her his.
"I think I'm gonna go for a drive." Fitz told the guys getting up.
"Alright man. Just don't be back late. Our flights at 7pm." Stephen said.
He was gonna fly back with Fitz to California for a photoshoot he had to do.
Fitz lived in Hollywood Hills West in a very big mansion which sits on a half-acre lot and has nearly 11,000 square feet of living space.
The house consists of 7 bedrooms, 8 bathrooms and also a home theater, backyard pool/basketball court and in-house gaming arcade. He also owned three cars a Mercede AMG GT C Roadster, a Mercedes AMG GT and a SUV Sedan.
"Okay cool." Fitz said leaving.
He drove around in his rental car with sunglasses and a baseball cap not in the mood to be recognised by fans.
He decided to go to the nearest drive-thru. Picking up lunch, a burger and fries, he drove further to a nearby park. There was a newsstand so he figured he'd by a magazine to keep him busy.
He sat on the bench, keeping a low profile enjoying his lunch while paging through the magazine. Suddenly something caught his eye.
Big bold letters: The rise of Olivia Pope.
He quickly swallowed and read the entire article about her in no time.
He learned that she owned 4 boutiques: two in NY and two in LA with the name Doux Bebè.
She designed exclusively for several celebrities and her dresses/gowns have won best dressed by celebs at a lot of award shows.
She lived in Santa Monica, CA and has been romantically linked numerous celebrities and athletes.
He put down the magazine and finished his food. His mind now flooded with images of her.
Heading back to his car he sat behind the wheel for a minute. Just to think.
"Why the hell can I not get her out of my head." He scolded himself.
Then started the ignition and slowly made his way back home.
He kept the magazine though. Her shop's address and contact details was in there and he might need it when he goes back LA.
"Bye mommy. Bye dad! I know these past two days have flown by but I promise I'll see if I can come and visit you guys a lot more often. I'm gonna miss you so much." Olivia said hugging them both simultaneously.
Benjamin was waiting to take them back to the airport.
"Bye Mama Pope, Papa Pope. It's been really great staying with you guys." Abby said also exchanging hugs.
"Okay you two, off you go. Safe travels. Olivia call me when you get to New York. Bye Abby." Oscar and Maya saw them off at the door.
Olivia was tired and hungry as she finally made it into her apartment in NY. After putting her suitcases in her room she went to take a shower. When she was done she just threw on an oversized shirt, got something to eat and settled on her bed. Bliss... Well it would be a lot better if she could cuddle with her Pikachu right now.
Back in LA, Fitz was doing a few laps in his pool. He needed to get Olivia Pope out of his head. For now. Besides she would never give him a chance right?? She was out of his league and could he really change from his playboy ways? Would it be worth it to try and give up on his usual one night stands and partying with no guarantee that she will give him a chance? And what if they make it work and his past comes back to ruin things for him?
Fitz's mind was working overtime.
He got out the pool when he heard his phone ring.
"Steph man what's up?" He answered.
"I'm done with this shoot bro. I'm heading to now with a few guys. We're gonna grab some drinks. You game?" Stephen asked.
Fitz doesn't want to be alone at home overthinking now anyway..a drink sounded good, "Yeah sure. Where are you headed?"
"Lost and Found Club."
"Alright give me a few minutes. I'll meet you there." Fitz said hanging up and going upstairs to go and get dressed.
He threw on a pair of black jeans, white dress shirt and a pair of Gucci sneakers.
Upon his arrival at the club he spotted Stephen and three other guys in a booth. The music was booming.
Making his way over there he spotted four girls joining the guys. They must've been about 22-25 years old. He continued his way over.
Sliding in next to Stephen, "Hey guys." Fitz greeted.
"Fitz! This Kevin, Ethan and Mark. Guys you probably already know Mr. Hollywood." Stephen smirked.
"Bro c'mon." Fitz said regarding that nickname. He wasn't in the mood.
The table was covered in all kinds of booze. Vodka, Gin, Scotch, Whiskey, Beer, Cocktails you name it.
"Girls welcome. Please help yourselves and allow us to please you in the only way we know how to. After all we're all here for a good time!" Mark spoke loudly.
One of the girls came to sit on Fitz's lap.
He immediately stopped her, took his drink and got up, "It's ok I'll stand you can sit." He gestures his hand to the vacated spot.
The girl looked angry and embarrassed eventually sitting down.
Stephen pulled him aside, "what the fuck man?!"
"What?" Fitz asked with raised shoulders sipping on his drink.
"The fuck you mean what! Why did you do that?"
"I'm just not in the mood ok. I came here for a drink. That's it."
Stephen let out a sarcastic laugh, he was slightly tipsy, "Ohhh I see what's going on. You still think you have a chance with that Olivia girl. Man get over it. You talked to her once! These girls.." He points to the four girls in the booth, "..they are here available and more then happy to give you a good time. Forget about some girl you don't even know." Stephen said placing his hand on Fitz's shoulder.
Fitz shook his head laughing, "I also don't even know these girls no matter how willing and able they are. Thanks for the drink Steph but I think I'm gonna head home." He put the empty glass in Stephen's hand, patting him on the back then turned to leave.
"Seriously Fitz? You suck bro!" Stephen yelled after him.
When he got home at about 2am he went straight to bed. Laying on his back with his phone in on hand and the other behind his head he scrolled through twitter.
search: olivia pope*
Scrolling through her tweets he noticed she tweeted mostly about fashion and not a lot about her personal life. She would interact with fans and share tips and occasionally there was a tweet about her dog. Pikachu? What a unique name he thought.
He caught himself smiling at the pic she posted of her and Pikachu - faces pressed together side by side.
He thought about following her on twitter but that's too easy. He don't want that. He wants to actually talk to her. Like texting or phone calls. He doesn't want to seem like some kind of stalker lurking on her page accidentally liking her tweets from months ago.
Placing his phone on the nightstand Fitz rolled over on his stomach and drifted off to sleep.