Serendipity – Chapter 3

Fitz woke up and instantly knew he was alone in the hotel room. He reached over to the side of the bed where Pamela…Olive? Whatever her name was, she was gone. Her side of the bed was stone cold.

He sat up on the bed and looked around the room. Yup, her clothing that had been strewn around the room along with his was gone. Only his remained.

He sighed heavily and fell back against the bed while bringing his watch up close to his face. 7 a.m. She must have hightailed it out of the room pretty early. Chicken shit.

He thought back to the most incredible night he had ever had in his life. They had gone at each other on every available surface in the suite. She told him she had never had sex in the shower before. She couldn't say that anymore. Five minutes after the declaration he had her pinned against the tile wall of the shower pumping into her while she moaned in his ear. The memory had his cock stirring.

He thought about her as he pulled on his clothing. He had never enjoyed being with a woman more. She was a mixture of innocence, cheerfulness, sensuality and hilarity all rolled up into one beautiful package. He had really enjoyed the sensual part the best. He walked to the door and stopped to see the money she had pushed towards him the night before on the table. He hadn't taken it at the moonlight lounge. He smiled. The money was another piece of the puzzle about Pamela's character.

She was honest.

He picked the bills up and pushed them into his wallet. He was down in the lobby in five minutes and walking out the revolving doors in another ten having checked out with a different concierge.

He pushed his way out of the revolving doors and headed towards the doorman.

"Good morning sir, taxi this morning?" he shook his head no. His car should still be parked by the moonlight lounge. He crossed his fingers that he hadn't been towed.

He asked the doorman if a young African American woman had taken a cab from the hotel this morning. The doorman confirmed that she had.

"Quite a looker" the older gentleman said with a twinkle in his eye

"Yes, she is" Fitz agreed "You didn't happen to hear where she asked the driver to take her did you?" he asked pulling a fifty-dollar bill from his pocket.

The doorman took the bill and quickly slipped it into his coat.

"I didn't hear, but she got picked up by Frankie. I can find out where he dropped her. You got a card?"

Fitz reached into his wallet, pulled out his business card and handed it to the doorman. The man took it and nodded at Fitz. Fitz nodded back and headed back across the street to see if his car was still in the Moonlight Lounge parking.

He thought again of the mysterious, elusive Pamela…or Olivia? It really didn't matter. You can run but you can't hide, he thought menacingly. He was going to find her. There was no way he was going to let last night be a one-shot deal. No way.

Olivia got to her apartment at 6 a.m. and dropped her house keys around three times before she was able to get her door open and get her ass into her apartment. She slammed the door and turned the lock and then leaned back against it panting.

Girl, why are you acting like someone is chasing you? You left him asleep. There is also the fact that he is a ho and hos didn't follow their clients home. Right?

The rational argument calmed her down somewhat. She walked into the apartment pulling off her shoes.

Wow, that was your first walk of shame, she thought. She was coming home wearing what she wore out the house the night before. She felt like a little bit of a slut…she kind of liked it. It was so Sex in the City. She wanted to pick up the phone and call Abby.

Guess who's not so buttoned up and boring? Olivia Pope that's who. I went out with a male escort and let him fuck me six ways to Sunday. Ha!

Oh, my god! What if her mother ever found out. She would never forgive her!

So much for being a slut. Sluts didn't care what anyone thought of them; even their mothers.

She plopped down on the couch thinking of scenarios of how her mother might find out that her baby girl had let the devil in…but what a handsome devil. A very handsome, very well built, superbly hung devil. She felt a shiver go up her spine as she remembered everything she had let him do to her.

She remembered how he had kept his promise. Using his long fingers, his beautiful mouth, his hard cock…he had made her come over and over again. She was like an industrial orgasm machine that was pushing out a high volume of product.

She flushed as she remembered him placing her on the bathroom counter pulling her legs apart and eating her out until she gave him three orgasms. He had insisted on three. He had counted everyone of them.

"Your small" he has said "I'm not. The wetter you are the better baby" he explained to her when she told him she didn't think she could take anymore. "I don't have to hold back if you get as wet as I need you to be" she shivered remembering the explicit conversation.

Towards the end she hadn't even been speaking coherent English. It had been gibberish…but somehow, he had understood; he knew which noise meant she wanted it harder…or slower…or deeper.

Fuck it… I refuse to regret something that felt that damn good! I am an adult who had a consensual sexual experience. I had an itch and I scratched it, she told her self; borrowing from Abby's vernacular.

Though to be honest the scratch an itch and fix it part had her a little worried. She had scratched the itch…but she was still…itchy, very itchy. She wanted to scratch that itch over and over again until she was raw from…scratching.

She needed to talk to Abby. She didn't know if this was normal. She actually felt like she was in worse shape now that she had sex. Sex with Stephen. She wanted to do it again. She wanted to do it again and again and again! This was so not good.

Fitz was late to work. He had been making good time until he walked into his shower and he remembered making love to her in the shower. The way she had clawed his back and moved awkwardly against him trying to ride him. The image had brought him to full mast. He had grabbed a hold of himself and within minutes was coming in the shower.

This is ridiculous he thought. You just spent the night having some of he most intense sex of your life and you still need to do this! That woman was a fucking witch.

He made it to his office thirty minutes later than usual and his assistant Quinn Perkins lifted a curious eyebrow. Fitz was never late.

"Rough night?" she asked.

"Something like that" he answered vaguely "Is he here? Did you let him know I was running late?"

"Of course, I did; Mr. Boynton and his bitch of a mother are in the conference room enjoying a cup of our finest coffee" Quinn said sweetly.

"Quinn…" he started to chastise her, but she cut him off

"I am sorry Fitz, but that woman makes my skin crawl. Did you know I walked in on her wiping his nose this morning?! Ugh!" Quinn shuddered recalling the image "He's thirty-four years old! Thirty- four, Fitz" she stressed at him as if he didn't know how old his client was.

"Reign it in Quinn, they are our clients now so we treat them with respect…" he grabbed the mail she was handing him and walked towards his office. He turned before he entered

"Was she really wiping his nose?" Quinn nodded at his question and added

"She even told him how to blow, into the tissue…ugh!" Quinn shuddered again. Fitz laughed and walked into his office, closing the door behind him. He really should be headed into the conference room to talk to Donny and Sandra Boynton, but he need a minute before he headed into the room to face that freak show.

The mother, Sandra had come to him begging him to take her sons arson case. Apparently, Donny liked to set fire to mannequins he pilfered out of department store dumpsters. The dumpster mannequins would then be given a makeover by Donny and when they met his approval he would cut them into pieces and set them on fire all over town. That wasn't the disturbing part, the disturbing part was that the makeover Donny performed on the mannequins made them bear a striking resemblance to you guessed it, Mommy dearest; a fact that Sandra chose to ignore.

When he had agreed to take on Donny as a client he hadn't yet seen the disturbing mother and son dynamic the two possessed. After the first meeting with the two of them, he had wanted to renege and say he couldn't represent them…but he hadn't.

He had had a change of heart two weeks ago. Mother and Son had been sitting in his office discussing a possible plea deal with the DA office when Sandra's phone had rung. She had stepped out to take the call leaving him alone in the conference room with the kid. It had been awkward at first, but then they had started talking about football and a personality started to emerge, a likeable one at that.

Donny had told him about how much he liked the New England Pats which had annoyed Fitz, but he quickly kicked the thought aside as the kid talked and talked…like a normal person.

It hadn't lasted long, as soon as Sandra walked back in, he had retreated into himself and he was back to being awkward and weird…childlike.

That conversation had made Fitz determined to give the kid a break. It couldn't have been easy growing up with Cruella Deville as a mother. She had been emasculating him for so long, he had just given up and let her take over his life.

Donny's last fire had caused around twenty-five thousand dollars' worth of damage to a local auto body shop and that meant he was facing a felony charge and real time in jail. Fitz didn't think that would be doing him any favors. He had a meeting planned for later in the afternoon with the prosecutor on the case. He was hoping to work out a plea deal that would allow the kid to do some community service and perhaps get some much-needed counselling. He could feel it in his gut. Donny Boynton was worth saving.

"I did it Abby" Olivia said looking at her friend across the table in the restaurant where they had met for dinner.

"Did what…where the hell is the bread?" she said looking around for a waiter. Olivia decided to seat quietly until her friend caught on. Abby strained her neck looking again for anything that resembled a waiter and then gave up with a sigh.

"Did what Liv?" Olivia didn't respond but just sat there smiling. A light bulb went off over Abby's head. She blinked and then…screamed. Olivia was so startled she jumped up about a foot in the air and her cutlery went flying everywhere.

"Oh my God, oh my God, I didn't think you would! I am so proud of you, you go girl" Abby stood up and rushed to her side of the table and hugged her.

"I think you might be over-reacting Abby! I didn't find the cure for cancer I got laid!" she said embarrassed. The entire restaurant had stopped to stare at them wondering what all the noise was about.

"Tell me all about it, I want fucking details, get good and dirty girl" she said as she rounded the table to sit back down.

"No, I am so not ready to do details Abby, I am just letting you know that…I did it"

"Oh pooh, your no fun! Was he good, you can at least tell me that?" Abby begged

"He was very good, Madame Z delivered"

"Well alright, I told you two hours and you would be right as rain" Abby said

Olivia looked at her frowning.

"Two hours?"

"Yes, a thousand bucks pays for two hours, why did he short change you?" Abby asked angrily

"No…not exactly"

"How long were you together?" Abby asked curiously

"All night…" Olivia said embarrassed. Oh god, she had short changed him! she owed him, she quickly did the math at least another … six grand! Holy shit, she did not have that kind of cash! Why hadn't he said anything?

"You guys fucked all night?!" Abby said loudly

"Abby!" she looked around the restaurant and was gratified to see that no one had heard.

"Holy shit Olivia, that's…that's unheard of. Did he ask you for more money?"

"No, he didn't even ask for the one thousand, I had to leave it on the nightstand before I left. He was still asleep"

"Wow, you must have some kind of magical pussy that made him forget about business"

"Abby!" she was mortified

"Seriously Liv, own that shit! So, did he make you come, how many times…you have to give me something Liv! I tell you all my dirt and sordid" Abby pouted

"I told you no details, I don't think I did it the right way though" she frowned

"Why?"

"Because doing this was supposed to make me feel calmer, satisfied. You said it would scratch the itch. Abby the itch is still there and its worse than ever!"

Abby stared at her for a second and a smile broke over her face. "Oh, my god this is a night of firsts! First you have the balls to go sleep with a stranger and now you've become a sex addict! I'm serious, I have never been prouder. I feel like a mom watching her little baby girl learning how to walk!"

"It's not funny, I can't stop thinking about it. I can't prep for trial while I am thinking about him! Tell me how to fix this!" she said earnestly

"The only way to fix it is to get under him again as soon as possible and as many times as possible" Abby smirked and continued "Go on Liv, fuck him till you get your fill"

"Abby! I can't do that" She was starting to sound like a freaking parrot yelling Abby's name in outrage, every couple of sentences.

"Same argument as before Liv, what have you got to lose? "Abby said

"Thousands of dollars" she said thinking of her anemic bank account.

"I doubt the dude is going to keep charging you. I've been doing this for a while, Liv. They do not stay the whole night providing services gratis. He's obviously attracted to you, so work something out"

"I can't!"

"Like you couldn't call him? Come on Liv, live a little …go get you some quality D with no strings attached. You've earned it after everything that asshole Edison did"

Olivia looked down at the table. She didn't like to think about her relationship with Edison. The years of turmoil...it was too much.

"I can't Abby, I made a deal with myself that it was a onetime indulgence. Apart from the fact that I can't afford it, I think that maybe I am not built for extended friends with benefits thing. I'd get attached" she said honestly.

Abby looked at Liv and decided to cut her some slack. Not every woman was as out there as she was.

"Well I say we still celebrate the fact that you got laid and the fact that tomorrow you start your new job at the DA's office" Abby finally managed to signal a waiter.

"Take this goddamn water away and bring me and my friend with the magical pussy some champagne, we're celebrating goddamn it!" The waiter stared at them speechless.

"Abby!"

It was her first day, but Olivia was kicking ass, if she did say so herself. She had managed to work out a plea deal on three criminal cases and was due to depose a witness for a trial she had coming up in a month. He boss, ADA Brian Huss, had walked by earlier to tell her that he thought she was doing great. All in all, it was a good day.

She looked at her watch. 1:15pm if she inhaled it, she could probably grab a quick bite before she had to meet another defense attorney who wanted to work out a deal on an arson case. She grabbed her bag and walked out of her office and down the hallway. Her shoes squeaking on the floors of the historic building that housed the courthouse. She was halfway down the hallway when she saw him.

Shit!

She stood frozen for about an second, before she spun on her heels and ran in the other direction. She spotted the public restroom on her right and quickly made a dash into the room.

What in the hell, was he doing here? Oh, my god he must have been arrested for being a prostitute!

Fuck! It was all over, he was going to hand over the names on his client list and the popo would be knocking on her door by end of day. This is what happens when you do bad things, she bereted herself, the panic was rising to unmanageable levels.

What if he saw her? Would he ask her to help him beat the charge…she couldn't do that! Oh, my god it's my first day at work and I am about to be arrested for solicitation, she thought. She could see the headlines now. New Assistant Prosecutor arrested on first day of the job for solicitation.

Fuck. She couldn't breathe…she felt the room spinning and reached down to place her hands on her knees gasping for breath. An elderly woman came out of the stall and instantly came over to her

"Are you okay dear, my goodness" Olivia reached into her purse pulled out her phone and gave it to the woman, muttering "Dial…dial…Abby, call Abby!" she managed to say

The woman looked at her confused "You want me to call someone…Abby"

"Find her on the phone and call her, please!" The lady rushed to comply and handed the phone back to Liv.

She grabbed it and as soon as she heard Abby's voice she yelled.

"Abby, I'm busted it all over"

"What the fuck are you talking about Liv, calm down and tell me what's going on!"

She didn't know how, but she managed to tell Abby the details.

"Liv, you need to calm down, he is probably there on something completely unrelated. Go back to your office and wait there, I'm coming to get you"

"No! I have a meeting with a defense attorney in five minutes!"

"Okay, go to your meeting, I am going to call Madame Z and see if she knows if Stephen was picked up, okay?"

That was a good plan "Yes, call her! Find out what the fuck is going on!"

"Okay Liv, I'll call you back or text you since you will be in a meeting does that work?"

"Yes, text me, fuck Abby. I don't need this stress!"

"I know babe, I'll call you right back" the dial tone rang in her ear.

The old woman had disappeared while Olivia was on the phone and Olivia felt ashamed. She had been cursing on the phone like a sailor and probably offended her.

She gathered her wits and after a quick peak into the hall to make sure he wasn't loitering. She made a quick dash out of the ladies back to her office.

She took a deep breath once she was behind her desk. She pulled out the file for the arson case and flipped through it while she waited for the attorney who defending…. she flipped the cover, Donny Boynton, to show up.

Ten minutes later there was a knock on the door and she called out

"Come on in" she was feeling calmer, more in control. She stood up and walked over to the door as it swung open.

It was like being hit with a ton of bricks. She looked at his face and screamed. Loud.

She stared at him and he watched as her eyes rolled and she started to fall. He moved quickly before she hit the floor in a dead faint.

It was lights out.