Chapter title: Sated love

Chapter summary: She already endured one bad marriage. But, a handsome man will change her life.

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My life was in hell. I was in a miserable marriage with a man who barely knew I existed and he couldn't get his lazy ass up and find work. You Wanna know why in the blue hell did I even marry him in the first place? Because, according to him, he needed me to take care of his sorry ass. I don't know why. Our sex life don't exist at all. He even didn't make love to me on our wedding night because, in Josh's case, it was not the right thing to do. I wanted to throw fireballs in his face for saying something so stupid!

But, I had other things to worry about, like my demanding job at a casino and hotel. As the executive consultant for the company, it required me to host business meeting and gala events. Hey, at least it was something better than my dead-beat husband, who insisted that I shouldn't work because another man could come in between us. Like he cares, anyway!

One day, I was sitting in my office, looking over some files when someone knocked on my door. I'd told him to come in since my door was wide open. I didn't even bother to look up.

"Mrs. Jackson? I need to see you for a moment," the man said.

Finally, I looked up and saw the most handsome man I'd ever seen in my life. He had to be a 6' 2", 145 lbs man with a vanilla complexion and the most sparkling blue eyes in the universe. No one, not even the man I married had this much power over me as I gestured him to come in and sit down.

"I'm sorry for any inconvenice, but, as you can see, I have another banquet to prepare for," I managed to choke out.

"It's no problem, Mrs. Jackson. Everyone has to go through that once in a while," he said, smiling.

"I didn't catch your name. Or are you a no-name type?" I teased.

"Ha-ha, very funny," he joked. "My name is Elliot Stabler. My friends just call me El."

"Well, it's very nice to meet you, El. My name's Olivia Benson-Jackson."

Our handshake was firm, but it was powerful. No man had ever made me feel like this. Not even Josh could hold a candle to what was going on.

"Now," I said, clearing my throat. "What can I do for you?"

"One, I need to go over the marketing plan on how to keep this hotel in business," he began.

"And two?" I was understanding where he was heading.

"I was hoping we could discuss this over lunch, Olivia. If you don't mind?" he asked nervously.

He's expecting me to turn him down, I thought as I looked at him. But how could I turn down the most handsome man in the universe? After all, this is my big chance to get to know him better.

"Elliot, I would love to go to lunch with you," I finally said.

"Great. I know this fabulous restaurant that serves the best Italian food in town. Are you game?" he asked while he stood up.

"Of course. I happen to love Italian food," I replied.

"Wonderful, Olivia. I'll see you in about an hour."

One hour later, we were at the restaurant, engaging in more personal conversation than business. Elliot told me he had lived in New York City all his life. His parents was killed in a car crash 4 years ago while they were coming home from a friend's party. He was married to someone briefly but their relationship ended before it even started. I held his hand as he told me his story.

"Olivia, all you've been doing was listen. I like a woman who's willing to lend an ear," he said, squeezing my hand gently.

"Well, listen to this one. I'm married to the most lousiest man in the universe. The only reason why I'd married him because my father nagged me into it. Right now I'm on the verge of divorcing his stupid, narrow-minded dumb ass!"

"That's too bad, Olivia. Marriage should be all about love, respect and devotion. I should know, since I was once in it."

"Let me ask you this: if you were my husband, what would you do to keep me happy?"

Elliot leaned over to me more closely. "Well, I'll treat you like a queen. You'll always be loved and cherished by me."

Then, he did the unexpected: he kissed me. I was completely turned on by his kiss as our hands squeezed together more firmly.

"That's it? That's all you're gonna do, Elliot?" I asked when we pulled apart.

"For now. Olivia, I want to spend some more time with you. Away from the office," he confessed.

From then on, we were inseparable!

We did manage to keep our professional relationship at the office for the next six months. Away from the office, Elliot and I went to the movies, seen plays, dined in so many restaurants and enjoying every single minute of our time together. He meet Josh one time and was polite, but my husband's eyes sensed jealousy. I was beginning to panic at his actions.

One day, while I was at work, Elliot stopped by to see me. His warm smile lifted my sprits because earlier this morning, Josh really pounced on me with outrageous accusations of me having an affair with Elliot. I was totally stunned beyond belief. Why would my dead beat husband suddenly started criticizing me about being with another man? He was lucky I married him out of gratitude because no other woman wanted his sorry ass!

"You better stay away from him, hear? I don't want another man taking you away from me. Olivia, if I find out about you slipping, I'll have your ass!!" Josh warned me.

Soon as I got to work, I called my father and told him everything. He apologized to me and assured me that he would file all the necessary paperwork so I can divorce Josh immediately. My father was a high-power attorney who believed everyone should follow the law.

"I'm sorry, Elliot. I was way too wrapped up in my work," I said, smiling.

"That's all right, sweetheart. Actually, this is the reason why I'm here. I was wondering if you want to come over to my place for a night cap?" he asked, smiling in return.

"Sure I would."

For the rest of the day, I was floating on air. Elliot and I were gonna be together that night and my anticipation was great. As I was leaving the building, a rush of passion and desire surged into me. I realized that I was falling in love with Elliot Stabler.

"Are you ready to go, Olivia?" he asked.

"Yes, I am," I replied.

He opened the door to his apartment and led me inside. He led me to the couch and took my jacket while he fixed us a drink. I looked around the room and saw several paintings on the wall; one resembling his deceased parents and another painting resembling his ex-wife. Soon, soft music filled the room as I turned around and saw Elliot light some candles and sauntered over to me. He sat down beside me and handed me my drink.

"I'm falling in love with-with you, Elliot. I'd never felt this way about anyone, not even my husband," I managed to choke out.

"Speaking of your husband, are you concerned that Josh will go crazy if he finds you here with me?" he asked.

"I'm divorcing him, baby."

With that in mind, he leaned over and kissed me with so much passion. I sat our drinks down on the table and wrapped my arms around him. The scent of his cologne made my nose tingle, my knees weak and my whole body quiver with the kind of loving I've been longing for in a while. He trailed his kisses down to my throat as his fingers fondled my breasts and teased them through my shirt.

"Olivia, come with me," he said in a raspy voice, extending his hands to me.

I did and we ventured off in his bedroom. Once we removed our clothes, Elliot gently laid me down on his king-sized bed. His hand roamed and searched every inch of my body as I moaned with intensity. I arched my back towards him, trying to make him see how much I wanted and needed him. At that point, his kisses traveled down to my wetness, swaying his tongue back and forth. My hips rose off the bed as I pulled his head closer to me.

Suddenly, he moved his body over mine and slid inside of me with a groan. He moved slowly at first, savoring each stroke, making it last for me. I wrapped my legs over his back and was trying to keep up with him. We were too lost in the pleasure to remember anything. Faster and harder, Elliot drove into me with rough force. Soon, we reached the ultimate pinnacle of ecstasy as I shuddered, screamed and moaned to the golden glow of our lovemaking!

"Olivia, I hope it was good for you as it was for me," Elliot said, cradling me in his arms.

"It was. I love you," I replied.

"I love you, too, Olivia."

He drove me home the next morning as I was surprised to see my husband's car wasn't in the driveway. I walked in the house we shared and saw nothing. Darkness. Emptiness. Quiet. Finally, I saw Josh sitting on the sofa with a bottle of beer in his hand. I was scared straight because he's not the drinking type and his actions as of late scared the living daylights out of my ass.

"Josh? Are you okay?" I asked softly.

"No, I'm not okay!" he snapped.

"What's wrong with you?" I asked, looking scared.

"I just got off the phone with your father. Is it true? Are you divorcing me, Olivia?" he asked hastily.

I lowered my head. I couldn't look at him. "Yes, it's true. I'm sorry, Josh."

Tears rolled from his eyes as he grabbed his suitcases and headed towards the door. He looked at me one more time.

"I'm sorry, too, Olivia. I'm sorry I wasn't man enough for you."

He left without another word to say. My miserable marriage was finally over.

Our divorce was declared final six months later. Josh left town and had since moved in with his brother and his wife.

Elliot and I are happily married. We have a little boy and a little girl and we're insanely happy. But, what we have will always and forever be, love.

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