Chapter 10: Revelations and Rages
Fitz wakes up with a crook in his neck from sleeping propped up on the couch. He stretches his long lean frame and reaches for his phone. It is 5:30am. He quickly scrolls through his missed calls and text messages. Nothing from Olivia. His heart thumps rapidly. Is she okay? Why didn't she call? Did she even make it home last night?
He scrolls through his contacts and taps on her name. The phone begins to ring. One ring, two rings, three rings, four rings, then, "Hi you have reached Olivia. Please leave a message and I will get back to you."
He is on his feet in a flash and out the front door before he is even conscious of his movements. He knocks loudly on her door. No answer. He knocks again, three loud raps, "Livvie, are you in there? Open up it's Fitz," he calls out frantically. He is about to knock again when he hears the lock disengage from the other side of the door.
"Fitz, what are you doing?" she asks sleepily.
He takes a moment to take in the sight of her. Her hair is askew, her eyes are heavy with sleep and she is wearing only a tee shirt that barely comes to the tops of her thighs. She has never looked more beautiful to him.
"You didn't call me last night. I fell asleep on the couch waiting to hear from you. I woke up this morning and realized that I had no idea where you were and if you were okay. I tried to call you but you didn't' answer," he recaps his morning in a rush of words.
"I'm sorry, it was so late when I got in I didn't want to wake you. I guess my phone is still on silent from work, so I didn't hear it ringing. Look, you can be mad and yell at me all you want in one hour. Right now, I need to get at least one more hour sleep if I plan to function at all today. You want to come sleep with me?" She says with a yawn.
"Just let me grab my keys and phone and lock my door."
He returns moments later and after closing and locking her front door, he heads back to her bedroom. She is already snuggled back under the covers. He climbs into bed next to her and pulls her to him. Just the feel of her in his arms and the smell of her hair is enough to calm his racing heart and quell all of the fears he felt in the last few minutes. With a sigh of relief he closes his eyes and sleep takes over.
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Edison is in a foul mood. He spent the previous evening drinking and watching Olivia's empty apartment on his monitors. He assumes she was off humping her cares away with the guy he had seen her with the night before. Virtually disappearing from the office and then not coming back to her apartment as late as 1:00am, what other conclusion could he come to. Therefore, his foul mood.
He takes his time showering and shaving. He puts on his favorite Yves Saint Laurent suit. Even if the pounding behind his eyes would keep him from feeling good he could sure as hell look good. He decides to have a leisurely breakfast at his club before he goes into the office. There is no need to rush to the office, Olivia wouldn't be there.
He is halfway out the door when his curiosity gets the better of him. He wonders if Olivia ever came home last night. He enters the video room and brings her apartment up on the monitors. His blood immediately boils as the images fill the screen. She is standing at her front door, clad only in an electric blue lacy bra and panty set, kissing "Mr. Random Guy." His hands are all over her body, caressing her breasts, grabbing her ass. Edison seethes with rage when "Mr. Random Guy" flips their position and pins Olivia to the door and then slides his hand inside her panties. The look of sheer pleasure on her face unhinges Edison. He picks up the keyboard and hurls it across the room.
"Damn her! If she is going to give it up that easily to some guy she just met, she can give it up to me," he roars.
Thoughts of breakfast at the club are quickly replaced. He hurries down to his waiting car and gives the driver an address. Olivia's address.
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The sound of her cell phone alarm rouses Olivia from her sleep at 6:45am. Her eyes feel like they are weighed down with 1000 pound weights, she can barely open them. She is so groggy that it takes her a moment to realize she is not alone in bed. She tenses up for a moment until her nose is filled with the very familiar scent of Fitz. Slowly their early morning conversation makes its way through the hazy curtain of her sleep filled brain.
She feels bad that she worried him. She begins to think of ways to make it up to him tonight. She turns to look at his sleeping face. Her heart thumps with joy, fear and love for this man. How could she have found something so wonderful and perfect? Could it really last? Are things moving too fast? What happens after her internship when she has to return to school in North Carolina? Will he wait for her? Can a long distance relationship between them last?
"Stop thinking so much," he groans his voice deep with sleep. "It is way too early in the morning for that."
She is startled by his words. "How do you know what I am thinking?" she questions.
"I don't know what you are thinking, although I could probably guess – Where do we go from here? Are we moving too fast? Will this really last? Will he wait for me when I go back home? Am I close?"
The fact that he just verbalized her thoughts unnerves her a little. Is he really that in sync with her that he can tell what she is thinking even before he is fully awake? She decides not to give into her fear and plays off his remarks.
"Actually, I was thinking about work today. It's will be interesting going back in there today."
"Why is that? Did something happen?" he asks as he props himself up in the bed suddenly wide awake.
She recounts the events from the day before, including Quinn's advice about not being caught alone by Edison and her efforts to avoid him.
"Livvie, I don't want you working for this guy. Why don't you quit and find a new job?"
She stares at him dumbfounded that he would even suggest anything like that to her. Then she remembers, he doesn't really know her. He doesn't understand that she has to stand up to the bullies. She gets out of bed and begins pacing the room.
"Fitz, I can't quit for three reasons. One, I need this job. It is one of the few paying internship that are offer at my school. If I quit now I won't have enough money to finish school and I will have to go home. Second, I don't want to give him or anyone like him that much power over me."
"You said there were three reasons, what's the third?"
"You. I don't want to leave you. It's going to be hard enough to do it at the end of my internship. I don't want it to happen any sooner than it has to," she confesses.
"Oh baby, I don't want you to leave either, but I don't want you to risk yourself in that environment to stay with me. We can figure something out." His mind is already running through scenarios as to how he could tap into his trust fund early to pay for the rest of her schooling.
"I promise to be careful. I think I have found an ally in Quinn, Edison's assistant. She says that it is only a few of them that are involved. We are supposed to get together today so she can give me more details. If I know who the key players are then I can figure out how to put an end to this horrible situation. No one should have to go through anything like this. There has to be a way to fix it so that these men pay for their heinous abuse of power."
He watches her in awe. Not only is this woman beautiful, smart and incredibly sexy. She is brave and selfless too. She is willing to put herself in the fray to keep others from being exposed to these monsters. He knows that she will not leave of her own accord, no matter how much he begs her. The only thing he can do is support her and protect her as much as he can.
"I just want you to be safe. So no matter what, you call me and let me know what's going on. I don't care what time of the day or night. Okay?"
"I will, I promise." Looking at the clock she groans at the time, "I need to get ready for work." She goes into the bathroom to complete her morning routine. Fitz lies in bed watching her move between the bedroom and bathroom.
"There's an extra toothbrush in here you want to use it," she calls out from the bathroom.
"Is that a hint? Are you trying to tell me that there will no kisses while I have morning breath?" he teases.
"Kind of. This isn't the movies baby. No one in real life kisses in the morning before brushing their teeth. So, no toothbrush, no kisses."
He gets out of bed and walks over to her. "I don't recall that being the case the other morning. If memory serves, you kissed me good and long with morning breath." He leans in to kiss her.
She pushes against his chest, "That was a one-time deal mister. Go brush." She pushes past him and goes to her dresser to retrieve the bra that matches her panties. Tugging the tee shirt over her head, she catches Fitz's eyes in the mirror. They are dark and stormy. She knows that look. She quickly hooks the bra around her torso pulls it up over her breasts. She turns to face him.
"Fitz, as much as I would like to engage in morning sex with you, I can't. I have to get to work and on time today," she pleads with him.
He stalks across the room towards her. The sight of her in the electric blue lacy panty set has short circuited his brain. All he can think about is snatching it off her body and taking her in as many positions and rooms as his body will allow.
"Come here Livvie," he commands with a growl.
"Fitz, I can't." She can tell her words are falling on deaf ears. She darts out of the bedroom and down the hall to the living room. She can hear him right behind her. If she is honest with herself, this early morning cat and mouse game is a huge turn on. She manages to avoid his grasp as she enters the living room. Circling the coffee table, like prey trying to allude the hunter, she tries to come up with a plan to get back to the bedroom so she can close and lock the door.
"Fitz, please. I have to get dressed. Work is going to be hard enough, without being late today," she reasons.
"But Livvie, all I want is a kiss." He mouth says these simple harmless words, but his eyes tell a different story.
She knows what will happen if he catches her. So she comes up with a compromise.
"Ok, how about a kiss now, morning breath and all, and guaranteed hot, sweaty sex tonight after work?"
He contemplates her offer for a moment and his is about to refuse when he is struck with an idea.
"Ok Livvie, you win. One kiss now and hot sweaty sex later."
They have circled the living room so that his back is to the front door. Olivia walks over to him and pushes him until his back is up against the door. Reaching up she clasps him by the neck and pulls his head forward until their lips are barely touching.
"Only for you," she whispers before pressing her lips to his. The kiss deepens quickly and the need for more contact quickly fills them both.
His hands roam over her body. Kneading her breasts and ample ass. Sensing that she is about to give into his earlier request, he flips their positions and pins her against the door, never breaking their kiss. He keeps one hand entwined in her hair and the other he takes on a tour of her body, eventually reaching the waistband of her panties. Her moans encourage him and his plunges his hand into her panties. His fingers traces her wet lips, briefly touching her clit. She pulls away from their kiss and rolls her head off to one side, letting out a low moan. This is like an engraved invitation to him to nibble and suck on her neck. She grips his shoulders tightly as his fingers continue to stroke her clit.
"So wet Livvie, always so wet for me," he whispers between kisses.
Wanting to encourage him to do more, she puts one leg up around his waist, pulling him closer to her. He understands her unspoken plea, but he has another idea in mind. He fills her aching core with two fingers, delving deep inside of her. She gasps at the sudden fullness and immediately begins to swirl her hips in time with his finger thrusts.
He can tell by her pants that she is close, but he asks her anyway.
"Are you close baby?" He says directly in her ear. His deep baritone voice makes her shiver with excitement.
"Mmmm, so close baby. Don't stop."
He lifts his head from her neck so that he can see her face. When her eyelids begin to flutter, he pumps his fingers into her twice more and then withdraws them. Removing his hand from her panties he steps back from her.
She is in shock for a moment and then peers at him quizzically.
"What's wrong, why did you stop?" She is panting, her core aching from lack of release.
"That's your punishment for not calling me last night. You were a bad girl," he says with a smirk.
"Please Fitz, I'm so close. Don't leave me like this."
"Sorry baby, you have to learn your lesson." He pulls her gently away from the door. "See you tonight baby." With a quick pat on her ass, he opens the door and walks out.
"Ugh, that man!" No amount of self-stimulation will give her the deep release that she needs from him.
She grabs a glass of cold water from the kitchen and empties the glass in three large gulps, trying to cool her sex starved body down. She returns to the bedroom, stripping out the electric blue panty set, because it is now sticky and reeks of sex and quickly washes up and puts on her favorite pink bra and panty set. She pulls on a black tulip skirt and a soft pink silk shell. She pulls her hair into a low ponytail, applies her makeup quickly and retrieves her pumps from the closet. Slipping on her walking shoes she heads for the front door.
As she digs through her purse for the keys to lock the door, she pulls it open. She is startled when she literally runs into the person standing at her front door.
A/N: Hello fellow Gladiators. Well here is the next chapter. I hope you enjoyed it. I am already working on chapter 11! So hopefully this cliff hanger won't be too tough to endure. I would love to hear your thoughts on who is on the other side of Livvie's door.
Please comment. I truly love your rants, raves and ideas.
Until next time.