A Certain Romance
Chapter 7 - Dance Little Liar
Olivia dropped the phone next to her on the mattress and clicked the lock button at the top of her iphone; turning the screen into darkness. She hastily removed her hand from her centre and pulled the covers higher up over her small body, wiping her fingers clean against the sheet which covered the mattress.
"Shush Eddy go back to sleep." She whispered back to her husband in the darkness of their bedroom; she turned to face the opposite wall away from him; she couldn't look at him.
"You were moaning Liv, were you having a bad dream?" Edison asked concerned for his wife. In the darkness, he put his arm around her and pulled her into him so he was spooning her from behind.
"Y-yes." She stuttered as she led in her husband's arms. She felt disgusting, she was disgusted with herself at what she was doing; what she was becoming. Her husband was worried about her and she had be fingering herself, in their marital bed, over another man.
"Close you eyes it will be ok, go to sleep baby." Edison whispered whilst stroking her bare arm and placing a kiss in her hair.
Olivia lay silently as tears escaped from her eyes. She didn't know what to do; she knew she should end whatever was going on with her and Fitz. She loved her husband; she truly did. But, when it came to Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III she couldn't control herself, her actions or her heart around him.
Olivia was staring into her white china mug of black coffee, as she sat on the stool of the island in their large luxurious kitchen. It was 6:00am on a Saturday morning in mid summer; her husband was still upstairs sleeping peacefully. After a night full of tossing and turning and not being able to get to sleep she had come downstairs unable to lay next to husband any longer. She took her iphone out of her silk dressing gown pocket and looked at the screen; there were 5 unread text messages from; him.
She took in a shaky breath as she read them.
III: You dirty girl, imagine my tongue inside of your delicious pussy, licking you slowly.
She clamped her legs together; she could feel the wetness at her centre returning.
She sighed as she read his next message.
III: Are you touching yourself Livvy?
She scrolled down; reading the next message from him.
III: I'm nearly there.
She placed her phone down on the black granite counter top as her heart rate started to increase and images of him releasing himself entered her mind; memories of what he looked like as he orgasmed flashed before her eyes; her nipples hardened under her husband's t-shirt as she became even more turned on.
III: Livvy?
She read the next message and sighed softly.
III: I guess you've gone. Remember I need to see you tomorrow Livvy, wherever you are comfortable with. Sweet dreams sweetheart.
She picked up her coffee and took a sip as she tried to process her thoughts. Meet him. Or not meet him? That was the question she was currently debating with herself.
She would meet him and tell him that this would stop, that she wasn't going back to what they were those many years before and that she couldn't do that to herself again. Determined that she had made the right decision she texted him the location and time.
OD: Café Luna on Connecticut Avenue at 12:30pm.
Later that day at: 12:37pm
Olivia stepped into the small café, which was currently alive with laughter, and chatter from it's many customers who were enjoying their weekends. She scanned her eyes quickly to see if he was there. She could see the back of his beautiful graying curls, he was sat at a small table at the back of the café next to an indoor plant. She was glad she had chosen this café. Even though it was a Saturday and quite busy they wouldn't see anyone they knew here. She walked slowly and took in his appearance from behind, he was sat up tall in his chair wearing a white long sleeved shirt which clung to his broad shoulders; probably Brooks Brothers she though to herself. As she approached the table his head turned to face her, being alerted of her presence by the click clacking of her heels against the floor. Blue met brown and he smiled at her as he took in her appearance. She was wearing dark blue tight denim jeans, a blue and white striped shirt and blue Jimmy Choo high heels.
"Livvy." He greeted as he got up from his seat.
"Fitz." She replied in greeting, she stared at him as he stared back at her. The air crackled between them. She observed his appearance; he was wearing his white button up shirt and dark denim jeans. He looked beyond handsome.
"Would you like a drink?" he asked motioning towards the front of the café where the counter was. She observed him; he looked nervous, which was unusual for him. Normally Fitzgerald Grant was a very confident man.
"A coffee please." She smiled at him as she sat down and placed her dark blue Prada handbag on the seat beside her.
"Black right?" he asked throwing her a smirk.
"Always." She replied smiling back at him.
"Coming right up." He answered before walking over to the counter to order her drink.
She watched him as he ordered her drink; she was nervous; nervous to see him, nervous to talk to him.
She looked at the table he already had a half full cup of coffee, he had obviously been waiting a while for her which caused her to smile softly.
"Here you go, one black coffee." He announced breaking her from her thoughts.
"Thanks." She replied softly as he placed the hot beverage in front of her before taking his seat opposite her. They both stared at each other; getting lost in each other's gaze.
"I thought." "So." They both said at the same time. The looked at each other and laughed softly.
"You first." Olivia said smiling at him and taking a sip of her coffee.
"I thought you wouldn't show." He said looking at her, she placed her cup down and looked back at him; again he looked nervous.
"Why?" she asked slightly confused.
"I thought I scared you away last night." He said smirking at the memories of their sexting session the previous night.
Olivia shook her head slightly at him "Let's not talk about that."
He gave her an incredulous look "Why not. It happened you can't act like it didn't happen."
"I came here to talk to you, you said you wanted to talk." Olivia said looking at him; she was feeling apprehensive of having to tell him what she needed to.
"That's what we're doing Olivia." He hissed quietly at her, getting annoyed. She looked at him her eyes widening at him calling her by Olivia and not Livvy or Liv.
"Fitz, please don't start an argument." Olivia whispered looking away from him.
"I'm not." He muttered back, she watched him take a drink of his coffee. Why did he have to look so sexy? She asked herself.
"You said you wanted to talk, so talk."
Fitz sighed slightly and looked at her, his stare was consuming her.
"Yesterday at your office..." he started before she cut him off.
"I definitely do not want to discuss that." She hissed at him her big brown eyes widening in panic.
Fitz chuckled and shook his head at her "You need to grow up."
"Excuse me?" she hissed back at him. He was infuriating her, how dare he say that to her.
"You heard me. How can you sit there and ignore the fact that less than twenty hours earlier my tongue was inside you. That you were screaming my name as I made you come." He hissed back at her; his blue eyes were blazing in both frustration and what looked like to be lust.
"You're being disgusting." Olivia exclaimed trying to keep her voice quiet; not wanting to drawn any attention to them.
"I'm stating facts Olivia. There's nothing disgusting about what I just said. You need to stop running from the things you do and be honest with yourself. You enjoyed yourself yesterday. You wanted it as much as I did. You enjoyed yourself last night as well. Stop running, stop hiding." She looked away from him her top lip quivering slightly at his words; she wouldn't let him see her cry she told herself.
"Livvy… I didn't mean to upset you." He whispered taking her hand in his across the table.
She looked down at their entwined hands and looked at him softly. "This, us… I can't do this. I'm married, I love my husband."
He stared back at her still holding her hand "Why are you here? If you love your husband then why are you here?"
"To say that, we can't to this. I can't do that to myself, to my husband or to you. Fitz, we have been here before. I can't go back to that." She explained taking her hand out of his grip. She felt a lump forming this was so hard, it didn't help with the look he was currently giving her as if the air had been knocked out of him.
"You could have told me that over the phone, you didn't need to drive all the way out here to tell me you didn't want me."
"Don't make this any harder then it needs to be." She pleaded with him.
"You need to stop running from yourself, you need to stop running from your feelings." He replied staring at her sadly.
"I'm not hiding from anything. I know how I feel. I love my husband." She whispered, she couldn't look at him as she told him that. She couldn't see his face, didn't want to look into his eyes and watch him hurt at her words.
"I don't give a shit about your husband, and clearly you don't either." He said angrily, she looked up at him; his vein in his neck was throbbing.
"You're married too." She said hopelessly.
He laughed before replying, "I'm been married for over 20 year's. That never bothered you before."
"You have a family; you have children." She carried on speaking; ignoring him.
"So? You didn't care about any of that before." He laughed at her pathetic excuses.
"Well you should care about it." She hissed at him.
"I love you Olivia, I am in love with you, you are the love of my life; you always have been and you always will be. After everything, the pain we caused each other, the hurt we inflicted on each other, the years apart, even after everything I am in love with you. That's what I wanted to say, that's what I wanted to talk to you about. But, I can't sit here and listen to you lie to me and lie to yourself. When you are finally able be honest with yourself, you know how to find me." He whispered.
He leant over the table bringing her face close with his large hand. With his hand against her cheek he placed a soft kiss against her lips. She closed her eyes at the feel of his soft lips against hers and a tear escaped her cheek. He wiped it away with his index finger.
"I'll see you around sweet baby." He murmured before standing up and walking away from her. A sob erupted from her chest as she watched him walk out of the café; not even looking back at her.
What had she done? She asked herself as tears began to escape from her eyes; he was right. She was lying to herself, lying to him. She wanted him, she loved him, she's always loved him; there's no denying that. But it wasn't that simple, she had a husband, she had made a commitment, she had been happy before he had waltzed back into her life. But, he was the love of her life; her soulmate and it pained her that she didn't have the courage, that she was to scared to go through the pain of being with him. There were too many times in the past when they had broken each other's hearts, there were so many reasons why it was wrong for them to be together. Was being together worth the pain they would be sure to inflict on each other and the others around them? That's what Olivia Davis needed to decide.
"Abby, p-p-please come and get me." Olivia sobbed into her phone as her best friend answered her call after the second ring.
