Chapter 8: Green Eyed Monster
After two rounds of amazing sex, Olivia and Fitz find themselves two hours late for Bobby's barbeque.
"You know," Olivia says as they cruise along a beautiful sun dappled tree lined street, "you are giving me a bad reputation among your family and friends."
"Who me?" he says feigning hurt.
"Yes you."
"How?"
"Well let's see, first you literally expose me to Mimi before we could be properly introduced and now, we are two hours late to your friend's party. What will they think of me?"
"They will love you, just like I do," he says flashing her a brilliant smile. "Besides Livvie, this isn't prim and proper southern Atlanta. This is go with the flow Cali. Even at two hours late, we will probably be the first ones here. Just relax."
"Easier said than done," she chuckles lightly.
Turning to look out her window, she watches white billowing clouds float aimlessly across the blue sky. She wants to pinch herself to make sure she is really here with Fitz and this is not some amazing dream that she will soon wake from. Instead, she turns back to him and reaches out for his hand that rests lightly on the gear shift. Just feeling his strong hand under hers settles her mind that this is not a dream.
"So what type of people will be here? Any movie stars?" she asks in an effort to get out of her head.
"Probably a few. But mostly it will be the crew from our latest film. Bobby likes to treat them and their families to an evening of food and fun. Occasionally Brad and Angelina drop by, since they live down the street. I think Bradley was at the last one. But mostly it's the crew."
Olivia's eyes grow wide in amazement. Could she actually share a meal with Brad and Angelina? Suddenly she feels very underdressed in her shorts and top.
"Stop worrying. Everyone is low key. No Prima Donnas. No checking out who wore last year's whatever. Just food, friends and fun. Okay?" he reassures.
She smiles at him, amazed that he can sense what she is feeling. "Okay."
He takes her hand and brings it to his lips for a kiss. He entwines their fingers and lays their combined hands on his thigh.
A few minutes later, Fitz turns into the driveway with a large black wrought iron gate with the letters RD in the center. An attendant exits a guard booth and stops them.
"Good afternoon Mr. Grant. Good to see you again."
"Good afternoon Tyler. Nice to see you to."
"You can go right up. Just park around the left side of the house please."
"Sure."
Tyler returns to his booth and opens the wrought iron gates. Parked cars of various makes and models line the driveway on one side. The driveway curves twice before the house finally comes into view. The first word that comes to Olivia's mind is massive. This house appears to be three times the size of Fitz's house.
"Wow, this place is . . . " Olivia stopped to search for the correct term.
"Opulent . . . extravagant . . . humongous," Fitz offers.
"Uh yeah. All of that and more."
"Wait to you see the inside."
Fitz parks along the left side of the house, right next to a bright red Aston Martin and a champagne colored Bentley. He scowls a little when he sees the Bentley.
Olivia has already exited the car and stands on her side waiting for Fitz. She tugs at her shorts and tucks in her shirt in a little more. She grabs her lipstick from her cross body bag and swipes a little more on her lips.
"You look perfect," Fitz whispers in her ear.
Her body heats up from the combined sound of his voice and his warm breath on her ear.
"Thanks," she replies huskily.
"Let's go," he says grabbing her hand and leading her toward the back of the house.
"Wait," she says pulling against him to make him stop.
He turns to her with a mixture of concern and frustration on his face. "What?" he asks carefully.
"What should we say to people about us? I mean, what are you going to say when they ask you how we met?"
"I will introduce you to any- and everyone as my girlfriend. And I will tell them that we met in Atlanta. No other details needed."
"What if they want more details? You know how the story goes. Where did you meet, who said what to whom? Blah, blah, blah."
"Liv, it's not that kind of group. Just say we met in Atlanta a short while ago, which is the truth. End of story."
"Okay," she says relaxing just a bit.
They begin to walk again. "I'm sorry if I seem so anxious about this. Old habits die hard. With Edison, I always had to be perfect and had to have the right anecdote for each and every occasion. I haven't had the chance to just be open and carefree in a long time," she confesses.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know that. Forgive me if I seemed a little short with you back there," he says genuinely sorry for his lack of patience.
"It's okay. We are both learning about one another," she says giving his hand a gentle squeeze.
They enter the back yard and Olivia is immediately floored by the scene before her. There must be 60 to 70 people in the yard.
"So much for being the first ones here," she says mockingly.
A black slate stone patio runs the entire backside of the house, with two sets of French doors leading into the house, set on opposite ends of the patio. In between the two sets of doors is a full wet bar, complete with six high back chairs and a uniformed bartender.
On the end of the patio closest to them there is an eight person Jacuzzi tub already occupied by several people, in the center of the patio two eight person patio tables with chairs; each heavily laden with food and soft drinks, on the far end of the patio there is a fully equipped outdoor kitchen. Olivia's eyes grow wide when she sees who is manning the grill.
"Fitz," she says in a hushed voice, "is that Robert DeNiro at the grill?"
"Yeah, that's Bobby," he replies causally. "Bobby!" he calls out.
"Hey Fitz, you old dog. You finally made it. Get your ass over here!" Bobby calls out.
Fitz guides Olivia around the patio nodding and saying hello to several people as they make their way to the kitchen.
"Hey man. Good to see you," Bobby says as he steps away from the grill to hug Fitz.
"Good to see you too."
"And who is this beautiful young lady you have on your arm?"
"This is my girlfriend Olivia. Olivia, this is Bobby," Fitz says with a broad smile.
"Nice to meet you Olivia," Bobby says as he pulls her into a warm hug.
"Nice to meet you to Mr. DeNiro," she says shyly completely star struck.
"Oh, honey. No need to be so formal. Call me Bobby. Everybody does."
"Sure thing . . . Bobby," Olivia says as his name stumbles from her lips.
Bobby gives her a cheeky smile and returns to his grill. "You guys go eat, drink or take a dip in the pool. Just hang out. I'll be done here in a few minutes."
Olivia turns to face the backyard. Spacious would be an understatement. About 20 feet from the patio, there are two games of croquet going on as well as a spirited game of volleyball. Deeper into the back yard that is an Olympic size pool surrounded by a two tier deck that is completely equipped with lounge chairs and small four seat tables with umbrellas and three changing cabanas off to one side. A fire pit surrounded by chairs sits on the opposite side. Even further back in the yard, Olivia can see a group of teens playing basketball on a full size court.
"If I lived here I would never leave," Olivia confesses.
"My kids feel the same way," a female voices says from behind her.
Fitz and Olivia turn around and face a beautiful older Black woman. She wears her shoulder length salt and pepper hair held off her smooth bronzed face with a headband that matches the floral print of her figure hugging sundress. She smiles broadly at Fitz.
"Fitz Grant, how have you been? Working too hard I bet?" the woman says as she opens her arms to him for a hug.
"Grace, so good to see you again. I have been good . . . . great actually," he says as he pulls back from their hug. "Grace, I would like to introduce you to Olivia, my girlfriend. Liv, this is Grace, Bobby's wife."
"Nice to meet you Olivia," she says sweetly as she extends her hand. "Now I see why you said you were doing great," Graces says as she nudges Fitz slightly.
"Nice to meet you to Grace. You have a beautiful home," Olivia replies.
"Thank you. I hope you two have a good time. Bobby said a few of you were spending the night. The guest house is all prepared for your stay. It is just behind the basketball courts over there," she says as she points to the far corner of the yard."
"Thanks Grace. We will get our bags later," Fitz says.
"Well enjoy. Swim, eat, drink – just have fun. There are a couple of rousing games of poker and billiards going on in the game room down in the basement. I'll be around if you need anything," Grace says before she walks off to mingle with her other guests.
"So what would you like to do first Livvie?" he asks.
Before she can answer she hears someone calling for Fitz.
"Fitz is that you?" a woman's voice calls out to him from the pool.
They both turn in the direction of the voice. A cute redhead sits perched on a pool lounger wearing a string bikini that leaves very little to the imagination. She waves eagerly as she realizes that it is Fitz.
"Who is that?" Olivia asks.
"That would be Tabitha McLean," he says as he gives a little wave back.
"She sure seems excited to see you," Olivia says with a tinge of jealousy in her voice.
"That's only because she wants me to put her in my next movie. She's a great up and coming character actress, but she is looking for some meatier roles. Unfortunately, her unfiltered mouth scares most producers away. No one wants to work with her. Might as well get this over with," he sighs, "come on."
Fitz leads Olivia down to the pool. Tabitha has abandoned the float. She is standing next to one of the tables, slipping into her cover up when Fitz and Olivia reach her.
"Tabitha dear, how are you," Fitz says with a practiced politician's smile.
"Thin and famous, couldn't ask for a better life," she quips as she looks at Olivia. "And who is this on your arm, dear Fitz? Hopefully not some new starlet that you are putting in your next movie, because you promised that part to me," she says with a hint of warning.
"Tabitha, this is my girlfriend Olivia. Livvie this is Tabitha McLean."
Tabitha's face displays relief, shock and total surprise in a matter of seconds. "Fitz, I didn't know you were down with the swirl!" she squeals as she gives him a gentle punch in the shoulder. "And she is totally hot too! Be glad I don't swing that way, or I might give you a run for your money Fitzy."
Olivia bursts into laughter. Fitz was right, Tabitha has no filter, but she feels an instant connection with the brash redhead.
"It's nice to meet you Tabitha," Olivia says extending her hand.
The two women shake hands and smile. "So Olivia, are you in the entertainment industry. You definitely have the looks for it," Tabitha questions as they all sit down at the table.
"No, I'm not. I only go to the movies."
"Too bad for you, but it's great for me . . . . less competition," Tabitha admits.
"Tabitha!" Fitz scolds.
"It's okay Fitz," Olivia assures him, "I like her truthfulness. Besides, she reminds me of my college roommate Abby. My God, they could be twins."
"God, I'm glad someone in this town does! Fitz, be a dear and go get us a couple of dirty martinis, while I find out how this gorgeous creature snapped you up off the market."
Fitz looks questioningly at Olivia, who only gives him a brief head nod in return.
"Alright Tabitha, just be on your best behavior," Fitz warns.
"Babe, why don't you get our stuff from the car? I feel like a swim," Olivia suggests.
"I thought Black people didn't swim? Something about getting your hair wet freaks you the fuck out," Tabitha says.
"TABITHA!" Fitz roars, causing more than a few heads to turn towards them.
"What!? My roommate from college, Monique Johnson, is Black. Man, she pitched a full blown fit if you got her hair wet. I never understood it. But I found out real quick that if I wanted to get bitch slapped, get Monique's hair wet."
Olivia laughs so hard that tears begin to roll down her cheeks. "It's okay Fitz," she says between laughs.
"Are you sure?" Fitz asks, not totally comfortable leaving Olivia alone with Tabitha.
"I'm sure," she says leaning over to kiss him.
Reluctantly, Fitz gets up from the table and leaves the two ladies to their conversation. He stops by the bar and orders the dirty martinis for them and then he walks back to the car to retrieve their bags. He gets stopped a couple of times along the way back from the car by various people, so by the time he is close Olivia again, two ladies have joined her and Tabitha at their table. They are on their second round of martinis and have a sampler plate of food from the buffet table set before them.
He watches her for a few moments completely enraptured. She looks relaxed and happy, a far cry from how nervous she was when they first arrived.
"Fitz, you gonna stand there all day eye-fucking Liv or what?" Tabitha's crass voice pierces his brain.
"TABITHA!" Olivia scolds with a wicked smile.
"What?! It's true!"
"That's not the point, you overgrown four year old." Olivia chastises. "Look, you have embarrassed him." Four sets of eyes suddenly focus on Fitz's blushing face.
Olivia stands up from the table and walks over to Fitz. She puts a hand up to his cheek and strokes him softly.
"Pay no attention to her baby, you can eye-fuck me all you want. She's just jealous that you get to be with all this and she can't," Olivia says before turning around and sticking her tongue out at Tabitha.
"Oh Bitch, no you didn't," Tabitha laughs as she throws olives at Olivia. "Go get your suit on so I can get your hair wet!"
Olivia pulls a slightly stunned Fitz in the direction of the guest house. Neither of them pay any attention to a pair of green eyes that focus on them as they pass the basketball court.
The guest house is a miniature version of the main house. While it is only one floor and probably, by Olivia's estimation, a quarter of the size of the main house, it is more than enough house for just about any size family.
They quickly claim a bedroom and deposit their overnight bags at the end of the bed. Olivia opens hers and rummages through it before pulling out her bathing suit and cover-up and laying them across the bed. As promised, she left the white two piece suit at home. Instead, she brought a red one piece suit. It has a sweet heart neckline that reveals just a little cleavage. Thick straps run across her shoulders and then crisscross her back. Her cover-up is a sheer black robe embroidered with hibiscus flowers the same color as her suit. In whole it screams sexy but classy.
She shimmies out of her shorts and panties and then slips her top and bra off. As she bends over to retrieve her suit, she feels Fitz press up against her behind. He grinds his shorts covered crotch into her tender backside.
"Umm, you look so good baby," he moans as he reaches around her to tug at one of her nipples.
A warm wave of lust runs through her body from his touch. She presses back into him, treating him to a slow grind as she does. He turns her around and slams her body into his. Bending down to attach his lips to hers in a hungry kiss. She responds in kind and slips her arms up and around his neck, threading her fingers through his curls.
They kiss and grind against one another like it has been years instead of hours since they last touched. Needing to feel his skin against hers, Olivia breaks their kiss so she can slip Fitz's shirt off his body. She groans softly as her fingers skim along his well-defined abs.
He slams his lips back into hers as he works on getting his belt unbuckled. Frustrated by his inability to unbuckle it faster, Olivia pushes his hands away and makes quick work of it. His shorts and underwear hit the floor in one smooth motion. He steps out of them quickly and picks Olivia up, her legs automatically wrapping around his waist. As he rubs his cock between her tender folds, they both moan at the sensation. Just as he is about to enter her . . . .
"Liv, are you ready to go?" Tabitha calls from the foyer.
"Fuck!" Fitz mutters as he continues to rub Olivia's pussy with his dick. "Just don't answer her. Maybe she will go away."
"Liv!" she calls out again, this time her voice sounds closer.
"Fitz, we didn't close the door," Olivia whispers harshly as she tries to escape from his grasp.
"Ugh! I hate Tabitha!" he groans in frustration as he releases Olivia and collapses on the bed his member standing at attention.
"Liv please tell me you and Fitzy are going all Jungle Fever in there," Tabitha snickers just shy of the doorway.
"I'll be right out Tabitha. Just slipping into my suit now," Olivia calls out as she hurriedly crosses the room and pushes the door closed.
As she turns back toward the bed, she can't help but giggle at little at Fitz. He is sprawled across the bed, with one arm covering his eyes. His engorged member resembling a cobra as it sways slightly from side to side beckoning her.
"My poor baby," Olivia coos as she approaches him.
"I will never put that loud mouth woman in a movie!"
"Now Fitz, she didn't do it on purpose. Here, let me make it better."
She climbs onto of him and straddles his thighs. She takes his cock in her hand and strokes it gently, earning a low groan from Fitz. She leans forward and blows her warm breath across his sensitive tip.
"Liv, come on!" Tabitha yells.
"I'm going to kill her," Fitz says through gritted teeth. He can feel his erection fading away. "Just go Liv, I'll take a cold shower. Just get that cock blocker out of here," he grumbles as he gets up from the bed and stomps off into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.
Shaking her head at his and Tabitha's combined antics, she swipes some tissues from the bedside table and cleans herself up, depositing the soiled tissues in the trash can. She slips into the suit and cover up, removes her jewelry, tucking them safely away in her purse.
She knocks and then opens the bathroom door, "I'm going Fitz," she calls out.
"Okay Livvie, I'll be out soon," he says from the shower.
"I'm really sorry we got interrupted. I'll make it up to you later."
"Oh, I know you will. Now go and have fun."
Olivia exits the bedroom in search of Tabitha. She finds her perched at the kitchen counter eating grapes from a bowl.
"Hey, you didn't have to come looking for me. I was coming right back out," Olivia huffs.
"I wasn't really looking for you. I came to get my sunscreen and I heard you moving around back there."
"Why was your sunscreen in here?" Olivia asks already dreading Tabitha's response.
"Because I'm staying here too. Didn't you know?"
"No, I had no idea." Fitz is going to shit a gold brick, she thinks to herself. "Well that changes things a little," Olivia says a little disappointedly.
Tabitha raises one of her perfectly arched eyebrows, "Don't tell me that Fitzy has performance anxiety."
"Ugh! No! Let's just go!" Olivia says pulling Tabitha to the door afraid that Fitz may hear their conversation.
"Well I guess I should tell you that Jake Ballard is staying here too," Tabitha says as they make their way back across the yard to the pool.
"Who is that?"
"You really aren't from around here are you?" Tabitha responds with a laugh. "Jake Ballard is a producer like Fitz. Well, not like Fitz. He wants to be Fitz when he grows up. But he is pretty good and he isn't hard to look at either."
The ladies rejoin their group and lounge in and around the pool. Fitz is right in his description of the types of people at the party. Everyone is laid back and easy to talk to. She is having such a great time that she doesn't notice when Fitz emerges from the guest house dressed in dark blue shorts and a white linen shirt which he has chosen to leave unbuttoned much to the delight of Olivia and the other women lounging in the pool.
"Damn that man is fine," Tabitha says as she watches Fitz make his way over to them.
"Who are you drooling over now?" Olivia says as she turns her head to see who Tabitha is swooning over. A possessive smile creeps across her face as she watches Fitz. That's my man, she says to herself.
"He's taken Tabitha. Get your own!" Olivia teases as she splashes Tabitha.
Fitz stops by the side of the pool and beckons Olivia to him. She paddles her lounger over to him and tilts her head up and puckers for lips for a kiss which he obliges.
"Are you feeling any better?" she asks quietly.
"Not a good as I could be," he says as he throws a dirty look in Tabitha's direction. "I'm headed up to the house to play pool with Bobby. You going to hang out with me or stay here?"
"I'm really enjoying spending time with these ladies. I think I am going to stay here for a while. I'll come find you later. Okay?"
"Sure baby. See you later." He leans down and gives her another sweet kiss before he stands and walks away.
She sighs a little as she watches him walk away from her with his signature swagger. Part of her wants to jump out of the pool and pounce on him right there, but she restrains herself and paddles back over to Tabitha.
"You're right," she says with pride, "that man is fine as hell!"
They both burst into a fit of laughter.
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A little over an hour later, Olivia and Tabitha lounge poolside, soaking up the sun and another round of martinis. They have spent the better part of the afternoon discussing books, movies and music with several other people around the pool. To Olivia's relief, no one asks for more details about her relationship with Fitz. Everyone is relaxed, happy and easy to get along with.
Olivia is discussing the latest David Baldacci novel with a woman named Kim, when she feels someone watching her. She casually looks around, expecting to find Fitz's eyes glued to her, but he is nowhere to be found. She dismisses the feeling and continues her conversation. A few minutes later, she gets the same feeling as she turns to scan the crowd, she notices a man standing by the bar. He catches her eye and gives her a little head nod. She smiles politely and then returns to her conversation.
"Oh my," Tabitha whispers.
"What?" Olivia counters.
"Here comes Jake," Tabitha says inclining her head slightly.
Olivia turns in the direction that Tabitha is staring and notices the same man from the bar making his way over to them. "Is that a bad thing?" Olivia asks.
"Um it depends on why he is coming over here. It could be very good for me," Tabitha says as she fluffs her hair and moistens her lips as Jake approaches them.
Jake stands before them and gives them a winning smile.
"Good afternoon ladies," he says.
"Hi Jake. Nice to see you again," Tabitha swoons.
"Yeah, good to see you," he brushes off her greeting. "Who is your friend?"
"Oh, this is Olivia. Olivia this is Jake Ballard."
"Nice to meet you Jake," Olivia says as she extends her hand.
"The pleasure is all mine," Jake responds. Instead of shaking her hand, he leans over and kisses it.
Olivia pulls her hand back quickly and forces the smile to remain on her face. There is something about his green eyes and pouty lips that make him look less handsome and more creepy. Before she can dwell on it any longer, Tabitha's squeal interrupts her musings.
"Oh my god they are playing water volleyball. Let's go Liv." Without given Olivia a chance to respond, Tabitha pulls her up and out of the chair and across the pool deck.
Jake joins them playing volleyball. He maneuvers himself on the same team as Olivia. During the course of the game, Olivia's original misgivings about him subside and she finds herself enjoying his company. He is quick with a joke and keeps her laughing most of the game.
After delivering the winning serve, Jake hoists a triumphant Olivia up on his shoulders and parades her around the pool while she hi-fives their team. He marvels at the feel of her tiny waist under his hands and he enjoys the caress of her silky firm thighs on his shoulders.
They get out of the pool and dry off. Tabitha sulks off to the side watching Jake and Olivia interact.
"You have a pretty good serve Olivia," Jake compliments as he admires her body from behind his sunglasses.
"Thanks, you too," she says slipping back into her cover-up unaware of his lingering gaze.
"Can I get you a drink from the bar?" he offers.
"Just a cola, thanks."
"One cola coming up," he says walking away.
"Hey, I'll take a cola too," Tabitha calls out.
Jake just waves his hand in acknowledgement.
"He sure has taken a liking to you," Tabitha says with a tinge of jealousy.
"Who? Jake? I think he is just being nice."
"How can you be so blind? He likes you. Didn't you see how he managed to get on the same team as you? Or how he kept within arm's reach of you through the whole game? Or the way he had his hands all over you when he put you on his shoulders?"
"It was a game Tabitha. One where people may actually bump into each other. Stop inventing things that aren't there. Besides, I'm with Fitz so even if Jake is interested in me, I'm not interested in him."
"If you say so. It seems to me you liked his attention," Tabitha says letting her jealousy get the best of her.
Tabitha's reaction bring to mind Edison and his constant accusations and his petty jealousy. She has had enough of being wrongly accused, especially by someone who doesn't really know her.
"I don't care what you think. I don't like Jake in that way. Nor do I want his attention if it goes beyond friendship. He seems like a nice guy who was being friendly to a stranger. So keep your accusations to yourself. I don't want to talk about this anymore," she says angrily.
"Fine. I won't say another word," Tabitha says as she pulls her sunglasses over her eyes and gets up from her chair.
"Tabitha, I don't want fight. I . . . "
"Neither do I, so I think I am going to go in and take a shower." She gathers up her belongings and leaves Olivia sitting alone.
As Olivia watches her new friend walk away mad, she doesn't see Jake walk up behind her with a sly smile on his face.
Alone at last, he thinks to himself.
"Hey, where's Tabitha going? I thought she wanted a cola?" he asks with a perfect amount of confusion in his voice.
"Oh, she went in to shower," Olivia says as she accepts the glass Jake extends to her.
"Her loss," he says. "Cheers."
"Cheers," she says, clinking her glass against his, as she tries to push her argument with Tabitha aside and maintain a happy exterior.
Jake sits down in the chair next to her. He looks up just in time to see Fitz standing on the patio with Bobby. He waits until Fitz looks their way before he leans on the table to get even closer to Olivia.
"So are you an actress?" he asks in his best seductive voice.
"Me? No," she says shyly.
He reaches out and caresses her cheek, "You are beautiful enough to be one."
Feeling awkward, she says "Thank you," before pulling away from his touch. "I should go get cleaned up. Thanks for getting me a drink," she says before she gathers her things hastily.
"Maybe I could should you around sometime? Take you for a ride in my Bentley."
"Thanks, but I don't think my boyfriend, Fitz, would like that too much," she says as she begins to walk away.
He reaches out and grabs her arm lightly, "I don't see a ring on your finger, so it shouldn't matter what he would like or not. If you change your mind, let me know," he says with a wink before releasing her arm.
She is about to reply to his remark when she hears a familiar voice.
"Is everything okay here Livvie?" Fitz asks her but his eyes focus only on Jake.
"Yeah, it's fine. I was just thanking Jake for getting me a soda before I went to clean up. You coming?"
"I'll be there in a minute. You go ahead." Again he spoke to her, but his eyes never left Jake.
Reluctantly, Olivia leaves the two men by the pool. Fitz waits until she is out of ear shot before he speaks.
"Stay the fuck away from her Jake," he warns in a low growl.
"What, afraid of some friendly competition Grant?" Jake taunts.
"This isn't a game and just to be clear, you are NO competition. Leave Olivia alone. Final warning," his voice is hard and emotionless.
"Is that a threat?" Jake says getting up from his chair and stepping close to Fitz.
Fitz shoves Jake roughly. Before things to escalate any further, Bobby intervenes.
"Look fellas, no fighting in my house. Got it?! Fitz, let's go cool off," he says pulling Fitz back toward the main house, while a couple of guys who were hanging around the pool pull Jake in the opposite direction.
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A freshly washed and shampooed Olivia wipes the steam from the mirror. She runs a comb through her still damp curls before she applies her leave in conditioner. She lathers on her favorite body lotion before slipping into a peach colored bra and panty set. She puts the shorts and top she wore earlier in the day back on and heads out to the living room, hoping to patch things up with Tabitha.
She finds Tabitha sitting on the couch, scrolling through her iPad.
"Hey," Olivia says softly testing the waters.
"Hey," Tabitha responds tersely.
"Tabitha, I'm sorry for earlier. I overreacted and I apologize," Olivia says sincerely.
Tabitha continues to stare at her iPad. Just when Olivia begins to think that she has lost her new friend, Tabitha looks up and gives her a small smile.
"It's okay. I was a little out of line. I should learn to keep my opinions to myself."
"No in this case you were dead on. He hit on me as soon as you left the table. Fortunately, Fitz came over and intervened."
"Did they fight?" she asks with wide eyes.
"I don't know if they fought. Fitz asked me to head in to get cleaned up. I hope they didn't get into a fight," Olivia says as she heads for the door on her way to find Fitz.
"You know those two have a history."
Olivia turns from the door to look at Tabitha, "What kind of history?"
"Fitz caught Jake having sex with his wife . . . "
"In the pool," Olivia finishes.
"He told you?"
"He told me that he caught her with a man. He didn't' say who it was."
"Well rumor has it that Jake deliberately went after Mellie. He is jealous of Fitz and wants to ruin him."
"God Tabitha why didn't I listen to you earlier. Wait, that's why you wanted to play volleyball, to keep him away from me."
"Yeah but it didn't work to well."
"I have to go find Fitz."
(Meanwhile up in the main house right about the time Olivia is getting out of the shower)
"You okay Fitz?" Bobby asks as he pours him another glass of scotch.
"Yeah, I'm cool. Sorry for . . . "
"Hey it's not your fault. It's that damn Ballard. I ought to kick that guy's ass myself." Bobby pauses before he asks, "You and Olivia, this is a fairly new thing, right?"
"Yeah. We've only known each other for a little while."
"Are you afraid she's going to pull the same shit that Mellie did?" Bobby asks bluntly.
Fitz takes a long sip of his drink before he answers. "No. She's NOTHING like Mellie. Livvie loves me, not my money or my status."
"So your reaction was more about Jake than Olivia?"
"Yeah. That bastard is always trying to figure out a way to screw me. I won't let him mess with Olivia. She been through too much to have to deal with the likes of him."
"Then make sure she knows that. Don't let her think this was about her. If you don't, she may doubt that you trust her and doubts are like open doors, they let anything and anyone in."
"You're right. I'm going to talk to her right now. Thanks Bobby," Fitz says as he drains the rest of his scotch and gets up from the table.
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It is almost dark when Fitz exits the main house to make his way back to the guest house. Many of the party goers have departed. There are a few still hanging out by the pool, but for the most part the back yard is quiet.
He is almost to the house when Jake appears out of the gloom. He takes a long drag from his cigarette and then tosses it to the ground, stubbing it out with his shoe.
"What the hell do you want?" Fitz demands.
"Just to give you some friendly advice. Let her go before she breaks your heart too. You can't handle someone like Olivia. She needs a real man. Something that you can only dream about being."
"Is that so?"
"Yes my friend I am afraid so," he says condescendingly. "You lost Mellie to me and you WILL lose Olivia too. Get out now while you still have your pride."
"It must kill you not to be me," Fitz laughs. "It's true, Mellie may have chosen you over me, but let me ask you, where is Mellie now? Hmmm? Last I heard she took you for what $12 million and left with some Saudi Prince. And how's your career going? That last movie didn't do so well. Lasted 3 whole days at the box office.
You see me come in here with a beautiful woman on my arm and a hit movie about to be released and the jealousy just eats you up. Well let me tell you, my friend, Olivia will never be yours because she is not a money hungry bitch like Mellie looking for her next sugar daddy. She will never want you because you are not man enough to give her what she needs. She is mine and she will always be mine," Fitz declares before walking away towards the guest house.
"Her skin felt like silk under my fingers," Jake taunts as he follows Fitz the last few steps to the guest house. "Her legs wrapped around my neck felt like heaven."
Fitz whirls around in a jealous rage, ready to beat Jake into a pulp, when the front door of the guest house opens.
"Fitz, is that you?" Olivia calls out.
Hurt, anger and jealousy flash across his face. Fitz turns from Jake and stalks to the front door. When he reaches Olivia he stops and stares into her eyes for a moment.
"Come with me," Fitz demands as he extends his hand to her.
Olivia looks at him quizzically but takes his hand. His normally sparkling blue eyes are steel grey and slightly cold and his jaw has a hard edge to it. She glances over her shoulder at Tabitha who only gives her a slight shrug. She never sees the sly smile that crosses Jake's face as she and Fitz walk deeper into the house.
"Uh oh," Jake says smugly, "looks like trouble in paradise." He perches at the kitchen island eagerly awaiting the fight he anticipates coming from the bedroom next to his. Preparing himself to offer Olivia a shoulder to cry on when Fitz leaves her alone.
Fitz pulls Olivia down the hallway to their bedroom. She has to practically run in order to keep up with his long determined strides. Once inside they are inside the room he slams the door shut and flips her around so that her back is pressed up against the door.
"Fitz what's . . ." she begins but her voice is cut off by his lips pressing aggressively against hers.
His hands grip and caress all over her body which causes her to moan softly. He roughly kneads her breasts before he plunges his hand downward to her core. He rubs her stiffened pearl through her clothing eliciting another long moan from Olivia.
Back in the living room, Tabitha gets up from the couch and heads for her room, "Doesn't sound like trouble in paradise to me. Sounds like someone is about to get laid," she chuckles as she walks by Jake, grateful that her room is on the opposite end of the house.
Fitz breaks their kiss and focuses a heated stare at her. Olivia blushes under his pointed gaze. His lust and desire are almost palatable and she knows whatever he plans to do to her is like nothing she has ever experienced before. He drops to his knees in front of her and runs his hands up and down her thighs.
"Take them off," he commands pulling at her shorts.
He groans when she quickly complies with his command. The peach colored silk panties against her skin make his cock grow harder. Needing to feel her and taste her, he rips the panties from her body and plunges his finger into her slit, running it from her sensitive nub down to her opening and back. He removes his finger from her and places it in his mouth, sucking all of her juices off of it.
"Oh Livvie you taste so good," he baritone voice deepens to a growl. "I must have more. Open your legs for me."
She spreads her legs for him and holds her breath waiting for his attack on her pussy. He gives her a long lick before he sucks at her clit. She throws her head back against the door and closes her eyes. Her breaths come in short pants as he pulls and tugs at her love button with wild abandon.
"Oh, Fitz," she says breathlessly.
"Let me hear you Livvie," he says as he slips a finger into her core.
"Fitz . . . oh Fitz . . . " she manages a little louder.
"I said let me HEAR you," he says sternly as he adds a second finger inside of her.
"Ohhhh!" she lets out louder.
"Not good enough Livvie," he scolds.
He takes her right leg and places it over his left shoulder opening her up wider for him. His fingers still work frantically in and out of her core. He uses his thumb to rub circles on her pulsating clit.
"FITZ. . . . FITZ . . . . OHHH . . . .OHHH," she shouts as he continues his attack. She grasps the doorknob and the back of his head to keep her balance as she stands on her tip toes.
"That's it baby. Let me hear you," he whispers.
"God Fitz I'm cumming . . . . oh God I'm cumming!" she shouts as she feels her body begin to tremble. She bangs her hand against the door repeatedly as she reaches her climax.
She has no time to recover as Fitz grabs her by the waist and pulls her down to him for another scorching kiss. Tasting herself on his tongue mingled with the scotch he was drinking earlier makes her feel flush.
He rips her top open, popping buttons in every direction, before he slides it off her shoulders. He makes quick work of her bra as well. He looks at her with such wanton desire that she has to look away. He sucks at one nipple while his fingers toy with the other. The deep moan that generates from her body is like nothing either of them has ever heard.
"Get on your knees Livvie," he quietly commands.
As she moves to his requested position, he quickly removes his clothing. He moves closely behind her, rubbing his rock hard cock up and down her backside. He teases her tightest hole with his tip and only pulls away when he feels her tense up a little. He leans over her body and nuzzles her neck placing tender kisses from its base to right behind her ear. He nibbles at her earlobe before sucking it roughly into his mouth. The sensation causes her to gasp.
He releases her lobe and whispers directly into her ear, "I'm going to fuck you good baby. I want to hear you as I fuck you. Understand?"
His coarse words she a shiver down her spine. She can't speak, she can only nod her head. He makes his way down her body. Kissing, nipping and licking from her shoulders, down along her spine, all the way to her ass cheeks. He places tender kisses over them before he roughly pulls her cheeks apart. His cock jumps at the sight of her openings being completely exposed to him. He give her a long lick from stem to stern that makes Olivia's head spin. She never understood the phrase drunk in love, but Fitz is showing her what it means.
"So sweet," he moans as her juices tantalize his tongue. "Are you ready for me baby? Remember I want to hear you."
She looks over her shoulder and watches as he strokes himself a couple of times before lining himself up with her core. His eyes are full of lust and something else that she can't quite place, but she knows she needs to brace herself for the onslaught that Fitz is about to place upon her.
She faces forward again and locks her elbows in place. She bows her head and takes a deep breath as he plunges into her in one swift thrust.
"OH GOD!" she shouts as he begins to pound her pussy as if it were the last day he would ever be able to have her.
Her entire body rocks with each thrust he gives. Her breasts bounce back and forth so forcefully that she is sure they will be sore tomorrow. He won't let her move with him. He locks her hips in place with his hands and continues to pummel into her at a breakneck speed. When one powerful thrust actually lifts her off her knees she can't help but cry out.
"FITZ! OH FITZ!"
Her loud cries spurn him on. He slaps her left ass cheek sharply and chuckles wickedly when Olivia mews in response. He places another sharp slap to her right ass cheek and is rewarded with the same response.
"Oh you like it when I spank you baby?" What me to spank you some more?"
"Please baby . . . ." she squeaks out.
"Only if I can hear you," he says.
He slaps her left cheek and receives a loud oh in return. He slaps her right cheek and again rewarded with a loud response.
Slap . . . OH! . . . slap YES!. . . .slap FITZ!
Suddenly her arms give out and the top half of her body crumples forward. Fitz wraps one arm around her and pulls her back up so that her body is flush with his.
"SO DEEP!" she moans loudly.
She takes her right arm and snakes it back to grab his head to bring him forward. She turns her face so that she can grab his lips with hers into a passionate kiss. Their bodies continue to move in sync. Pushing and pulling, grinding and sliding all in an effort to reach that magical moment.
Her tight channel begins to ripple around his cock before it finally squeezes it tightly. Her entire body shakes as he once again takes her over the cliff of passion.
"OH GOD I'M CUMMING AGAIN!" Her shouts reverberate around the room as her body accepts the pleasure he showers upon her.
His hips don't stop moving all the while her climax rolls through her body. When she finally stills against him, he gently removes himself from inside her and stands, pulling her up on wobbly legs with him. He turns her to face him and kisses her passionately. Their tongues duel as their sweaty bodies press against one another.
When he picks her up, her legs immediately wrap around his waist. His cock rubs slowly against her clit. She is amazed that his cock is still rock hard. He carries her to the bed and lays her gently across it. Her legs immediately fall open to him. Unabashedly, she looks at him and his bulging cock. She has never felt so wanton and depraved before. All she can think of is having him buried deep inside of her.
She whimpers quietly as he strokes himself. Watching his dick pass through his hand is turning her on beyond belief. She reaches for him, but his pushes her hand away.
"Not yet Livvie. I need to taste you again."
He kneels at the side of the bed and pulls her legs forward so that her fragrant pussy is right in front of his face.
"Wait," she says scooting back a little, "come lie down on the bed."
She pulls the covers back from the bed and waits until he lies down. She climbs on top of him and leans forward to kiss him. They tongues immediately begin their familiar dance as their hands roam freely over each other's bodies. When Fitz begins to pull her forward, she resists.
Sitting up she shakes her head at him, "Not like that," she says huskily.
She reverses her position so that now she faces his feet. She leans forward and takes his member in her hand, stroking him gently but firmly. Fitz falls back on the pillows and savors the feel of her petite hands working him over. Just when he thinks that this is the best feeling in the world, she takes him deeply into her mouth.
"Shit Livvie!" he cries out as she bobs her head up and down on him.
"Uhmmm," she hums in approval. This sends shock waves of passion through Fitz's body.
He can feel his control slipping so he does the only thing he knows to get it back, he pulls her ass closer to his face and begins to lick and suck on her lower lips until she moans in approval.
"So good," she exclaims as she releases his dick from his mouth with a pop. "Don't stop!"
She returns to working on his cock, determined to bring his release first, but his attack on her pussy is overwhelming and soon she can feel herself building for yet another hard orgasm. When he begins to finger her flower, she can no longer concentrate on pleasuring him. His tongue works deep inside her core while his thumb rubs gently around her delicate opening. He pushes just the tip in and this sends her skyrocketing off into the pleasure zone.
"FUCK FITZ! FUUUUUUCCKKK!" She collapses on his legs and shudders from her release.
Fitz gives her a moment to recover before he rolls her off of him and onto the bed. He hovers over her and takes in the sight of her. Her hair is a jumbled mass of curls splayed out across the bed, her half closed eyes burn with desire, her bruised and puffy lips pout for his kisses, her neck already shows the tell-tale signs of his kisses and bites, and her heaving and quivering breasts practically beg for his touch. He watches as her stomach muscles quiver in anticipation as his eyes make their way down her body. And while at this moment he cannot see her pussy, he knows it is dripping wet and quivering in anticipation.
"You are so fucking beautiful," he says before kissing her deeply.
Her arms wrap around his back and pull him close. She scratches lightly at him while he nips and licks her lips and neck.
"Are you ready for me Livvie," his voice low and almost menacing.
"Y-y-yes," she pants.
He spreads her legs wide before lifting the one of them up from behind the knee. He pushes her leg up until her knee are even with her shoulders. He lines himself up with her core and forcefully enters her.
"AHHHHHH," they both shout.
Fitz grabs her other leg and puts it in the same position as the first. Pinned under her legs and Fitz's weight, Olivia can only accept the pounding that Fitz is giving her.
"DEEP! OH YOU ARE SO DEEP BABY! DON'T STOP!"
"You are mine," he whispers, "you are mine."
Their eyes lock onto one another as his thrusts increase. "Say it Livvie, say you are mine."
"I'm yours," she says softly.
"Mine, say it. I need to hear it," he admits quietly.
"YOURS FITZ. I'M YOURS! ONLY YOURS!" she cries out.
He hunches over her contorted form and doubles his pounding. His balls slap rhythmically against her ass and this add a new level of arousal for them both.
"MINE!" he groans out as he can feel his release at hand.
"YOURS!" she says feeling her release close too as she grabs onto his ass, pushing him deeper inside of her.
With a burst of erratic hip movements, Fitz cums deeply inside of Olivia. Three long deep thrusts later, Olivia's channel tightens and then quivers around his dick, pumping him dry of all his seed. When their bodies stop quivering, Fitz rolls off of Olivia and pulls her close to his slide. She reaches out and pulls the covers up over them before snuggling as close to him as possible.
"That was amazing," she says with a stifled yawn.
"You're amazing," he replies as he kisses the top of her head. "I love you."
"I love you too Fitz," she says before drifting off to sleep.
Olivia lay sleeping in his arms. He waits until he is sure she is sound asleep before he slowly moves out of the bed. He slips his pajama pants out of his bag and quietly goes into the bathroom. He closes the door before he clicks on the light. Immediately he is greeted by his reflection in the mirror. He can see a few faint scratches on his arms and as he turns to inspect his back he is not surprised to see a few scratches there as well. He can also make out the half-moon shaped marks on his butt cheeks from Olivia's grip. He smiles broadly, his sparkling blue eyes carry just a hint of evil in them. He washes up quickly and pulls his pajama pants on. He admires his reflection once more time before turning off the light and opening the door to leave the bathroom. He peeks at Olivia's sleeping form in the bed and notices that she has not moved.
Quietly he exits the room, closing the door softly behind him. He is pleased to see the kitchen light is on. With a definite manly swagger, he walks down the hallway and into the kitchen. A red faced Jake sits at the counter, methodically tearing paper napkins to shreds. Fitz doesn't speak to him as he enters the kitchen. He goes to the cabinet and retrieves a glass before going to the refrigerator to get the carton of orange juice. Fitz keeps his back to Jake as he pours a full glass and drinks it down in just a few large swallows. He can feel Jake's eyes on him, but he doesn't acknowledge the other man at all.
Jake steals a glance at Fitz once his back is turned. He can't help but notice the marks that Olivia has left on Fitz's body. He looks away jealously as Fitz begins to turn around.
After pouring another large glass of juice, Fitz puts the carton back in the refrigerator. He turns to head out of the kitchen. Just as his stride brings him even with Jake he speaks.
"Looks like I can handle her after all. Pleasant dreams Jake," he says with a wicked grin.
Fitz saunters back down the hallway to his room. He enters quietly, closing and locking the door behind him. Sitting on the side of the bed he finishes his juice. Once the glass is empty, he slips under the covers and closes his eyes. Olivia soon snuggles up to him in her sleep.
Having put that green eyed monster Jake in his place, Fitz drifts off into a contented sleep.
A/N: So the long awaited BBQ happened. I hope it was worth the wait. We met Liv's new friend Tabitha McLean. Yes, she is basically Abby Whelan! I forgot I had already written Abby into the story already in an earlier chapter, but I needed the brashness that only an Abby can bring. So there you have it. Two redheads with smart, unfiltered mouths! Maybe I will go all soap opera on you guys and make Tabitha Abby's long lost twin!
Don't worry, Jake is no competition for Liv. Just wanted to get jealous Fitz and some hot jealous sex into the story. I hope that made up for having to read about Jake.
Special shout out to CrazyInLoveWithStabler – your gentle nudges are much appreciated and IAMASCANDALLOVER – hope it was worth the wait
I don't own Scandal or its characters (sadly).
