9 months earlier.
Olivia buzzed the alarm to her father's office and waited for the secretary to open the door.
"Morning Olivia, how are you?"
"I'm alright, where is my father, he said he wanted to see me and I've been calling him but I can't get him."
"He's on a conference call, he said to just wait in his office."
Olivia nodded and walked to her father's office and sat on the chair. Moments later, Eli appeared from the private room behind his desk.
"Give your father a hug," he said with a smile.
She smiled and stood up and hugged him and then sat back in her chair.
"I swear, you get more beautiful everytime I see you."
She smiled, "Why did you want to see me dad?"
Eli sat in his chair, two of his associates walked out from the private room as well and sat on the couch.
"We've been working on a new case for a while."
"Dad-"
"-Wait, let me finish, this will be the last one."
"You've said that the last three times."
"I know but this one is a big fish and we need all hands on deck."
"How long is it going to take?"
"A while."
"Dad, I graduate university in 5 months, you said when I graduate I'm free to do whatever I want, that was our deal."
He walked over to her and leaned on the desk in front of her and caressed her cheek.
"Sweetheart, I'm your father and I need your help, everything I do, is because I want to make sure you live a good life, I promise, this is the last one and I wouldn't ask your help if it wasn't dire, I don't trust anyone else but you with this one."
She sighed.
"I know dad and I want to help you but.. are you sure you can't get anyone else-"
"-Olivia, why are you even questioning it?" said Marcy, one of her father's long time associates.
Olivia snapped her head around.
"-This is between me and my father, when I ask your input then you can give it, until then, I don't even want to hear you breathing," Olivia sighed, both frustrated and annoyed, "I tire of reminding you that you work for us and not the other way around, you'd be wise to remember that Marcy, I don't want to have to tell you again," she said coldly.
Marcy stayed quiet.
Eli chuckled, she was every bit the woman he'd been raising her to be. Olivia turned back to her father.
"Dad, are you sure?"
"I'm sure, I need you for this and I promise, if we can get this one then you'll never need to do it again."
Eli reached over his desk and grabbed a binder and then handed it to Olivia. She opened the folder and saw a file with the picture of a man in a military suit, he was handsome.
"Who is this?" she asked as she flipped through the folder, reading the notes.
"That it Fitzgerald Thomas Grant Ⅲ, he's the son of the senator of California Fitzgerald Thomas Grant II. What do you know about the senator?"
"I know he's a moderate republican politician, he is 66 years old, he's been alternating between serving as governor and senator of California for about 20 years. He's the 4th richest man in the state. His net worth is estimated to be around 14.5 billion. The family business: weapons and military vehicles, everything from guns, ammunition, rockets, missiles, tanks and bunkers, he mostly contracts to the U.S government, major conflict of interest but no one bats an eye. I know you have files on him because he sleeps with prostitutes way too young for him, we have video, audio and he also is very dirty politically, so we have that as well."
Eli smiled.
"This is why I choose you for this job."
Olivia shrugged.
"That's the father, I don't know anything about the son."
"The son's a general in the military."
Olivia looked down at the picture.
"He looks awfully young to be a general."
"Yes, well, he's white and rich and his father is a ruthless politician who is best friends with the president, don't be so surprised."
"Why do you need him anyways? Unless you want to steal military secrets but why would you, you already have sources in the military feeding you info so it can't be that."
"No, it's not that, what it doesn't show there is that he runs the delta force."
"Delta force? What is that, it says world liaison as his title- oh they made it up, I was sure such a thing didn't exist," she said mostly to herself.
"It's a secret military program with unlimited funding, no accountability but a whole lot of firepower and manpower."
"Why do we need to focus on that?"
"I want it, I want to run the deltas, I'm going to take it from him."
"Why do you want to run it?" she asked.
"Do you know what I can do with all that power? I'll have the U.S. government and it's money in my pocket, I'll have NATO and its clout in my pocket and it will all be behind the scenes, that little brat is sitting on a goldmine, he's has no idea the power that he has and I'm not about let him waste it so I'm going to take it."
"How do you plan on controlling it?"
"I want you to infiltrate his team."
"I'm not a military person, I certainly don't think I could pass for one. I don't think that's the best way, maybe I could accidentally bump into him in a bar or something."
"No, it can't be done that way. He's mostly at the delta base so you won't get that chance, you'll have to go to the base to him, that's the only way it'll work."
"Where's the base?"
"Classified. I have no idea, we're working on finding out though."
"What about the president, why can't he tell you?"
"That's what I'm working on. You did good work on the president, the amount of material we have on him could get him out of office, especially those recordings we have, it's enough to get you a spot on the delta team but I want to be careful, we don't want to overplay our hand, we have enough enemies we don't need the president on that list, at least not until I control the deltas."
"Why can't you just let him install you as head of the Deltas then, he's the president, he should be able to do that."
"A few reasons, firstly it would need congressional approval to remove the commander and replace him with a new one unless the commander dies then the president can appoint someone right away. He would appoint me, he doesn't have a choice, we just need to get rid of Fitzgerald Grant."
"Okay, when is all of this suppose to happen?"
"Beginning of summer, after you graduate."
She sighed and looked down at Fitz's picture.
"He looks pretty tough."
"He's just a man and what did I tell you about men," he said as he leaned over to her.
"They always have a weakness."
"They always have a weakness," he repeated.
Present.
When Olivia woke up, Fitz was gone from the bed. She sat up and heard shuffling in the closet and got off the bed and walked over to the closet to see what he was doing.
"Fitz?" she called.
"Liv?"
She walked in and saw him dressed in jersey shorts and a t shirt with soccer sneakers on.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"I'm going to play soccer with Lucky."
"Were you just going to leave me here?"
"No, I was going to tell you I was leaving, I didn't think you wanted to spend two hours watching me play soccer."
"Well I'm not staying here all alone."
He smiled, "okay then get ready, I'm leaving in 10 minutes."
"I can't shower in 10 minutes."
"Then don't, you just showered at 2 in the morning and now it's 8:20, you'll live if you don't shower, I promise."
She rolled her eyes and walked away to go brush her teeth. Fitz loved her brattiness.
While Olivia got ready, he headed down to the kitchen and ate some fruit and drank water.
Twenty minutes later he checked his watch for the 5th time and Olivia still hadn't emerged from upstairs so he went to go look for her.
He found her in his closet, in short levi's denim shorts and one of his t shirts with slightly wet hair.
"You showered didn't you?"
"What? I needed to feel fresh."
Fitz sighed, "let's go."
She followed him downstairs and as he was heading out the door she stopped to go to the kitchen.
"Where are you going?"
"To the kitchen, I'm starving I want to grab something."
"No."
Fitz blocked her path.
"You should've thought about that before you took two hours upstairs, I'm running late so you're gonna have to starve."
She tried to pass him but he picked her up and carried her through the door and locked it behind him.
"Fitz, stop it, I can walk," she yelled just to be dramatic but she didn't resist.
He walked her all the way to the range rover, opened the door and placed her inside and then walked around to his side and got in as well. He looked over at Olivia who had her arms folded and legs crossed.
"Brat," he said with a smirk.
"SHUT UP!" she screamed.
He laughed and pulled off. Once he made it down the hill and near the breakfast diner they had breakfast two days earlier, he stopped to buy her food, he just couldn't help himself.
"Why are you stopping?"
"To get you food, didn't you say you were hungry?"
"Yes, I am."
"Okay, hurry and get something quick please."
She smiled, "I'll be back before you can say 'I have the smallest little cock in the world'," she said as she laughed and got out of the car.
Fitz rolled down the window, "I'll leave you here," he yelled, smiling.
She never turned around even though he was sure she could hear him. Olivia hurried into the diner and went to the takeout counter to ordered herself a swiss cheese omelette, french fries and buttered bread and once she received her order she hurried back to the car. When she sat down, Fitz opened the bag of food on her lap.
"Did you get me anything?
"Uh, no, I didn't know you wanted anything."
Fitz mouth fell open.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know you wanted anything you can have some of mine."
"I can't believe this is how you treat me."
Olivia took the omelette from the bag.
"Here, you can have some."
"It's okay."
"No, now I feel terrible and so you have to eat."
He pulled out of the lot and drove down on the main road.
"I'm just fucking with you, I ate while I was waiting on you, I'm fine."
Olivia smiled and slapped his arm, "don't do that."
She put her omelette back in the bag and looked through the window as they drove. She watched as they left the more opulent part of town to outside of the Beverly hills city limits, the houses got smaller, the roads got more crooked.
"Where are we?" Olivia asked.
"South LA."
Olivia looked through the window, there were mostly hispanic people on the streets.
"Is this where Lucky lives."
"Yeah, a little west of where we're going."
"Oh okay."
A few minutes later, he pulled into a soccer field, beside a children's playground. She could see Lucky doing stretches across the field. Fitz turned off his engine and grabbed a duffle bag from the back seat and got out.
"Are you coming?" he asked.
"Yes, I'll be right there."
He nodded and then closed the door and walked over to the soccer field. Olivia took her bag of food and followed behind him. He stopped at a bench by the side of the field and dropped down his duffle bag on the seat. He took out his shin guards and then hoisted his leg up on the seat and began wrapping them around his shin and then pulled his socks over them, right up to his knee. "How long are you guys going to be playing?" she asked as she sat beside him.
"A couple hours."
She looked out to the field, she saw a few guys with tattoos covering their faces and body. Fitz saw her looking at them and smiled.
"Those are the ms-13 guys."
"What's that?"
"It's a gang-"
"-Yo chico blanco, you coming or what?" one of them yelled.
"Hey Olivia," Lucky yelled as he waved.
Olivia smiled and waved back.
"They call you 'white boy'?"
Fitz chuckled, "yeah."
He reached into his duffel and pulled out his water bottle and took a sip and then jogged onto the field towards the group of men.
Fitz was the tallest, he seemed like a giant at 6'3 in a sea of men all between 5'4 to 5'7. She took her food out the bag and began eating as she watched them sort themselves into teams and started the game.
She watched them run back and forth, across the field. Fitz seemed to be pretty good but she had no clue about soccer so she couldn't exactly tell until he happened to be the first one to score a goal. She laughed heartily as she watched him beat his chest like a gorilla and jump on Lucky, causing them both to fall on the grass as they celebrated the goal for their team.
The referee (who was just a man with a whistle) called a timeout and Fitz jogged back in towards her and took a sip of his water, Lucky was right behind him.
"You suck, it's actually kind of embarrassing," she teased.
"I know right," he joked as he kissed her lightly on the cheek.
Olivia chuckled and wiped his sweat from her cheek.
Lucky finally caught up and grabbed his bag from under the bench to retrieve his water bottle, he was heaving.
"Maybe if you didn't eat so much nachos you might actually be able to run out there," Fitz teased.
"Eat my ass," Lucky said as he tried to catch his breath.
The referee blew the whistle.
Fitz patted him on the back, "come on, let's go."
The jogged back out to the field and the game resumed.
Olivia was beyond bored, the only excitement she got was watching Fitz occasionally tackle someone and take the ball, he was bigger, faster and stronger than everyone else but that was because while all the other men had regular jobs, Fitz's job was to workout all day until he had a mission to go on, that gave him an advantage. While she was bored, it was slightly entertaining to watch them bicker after the referee made a call, knowing Fitz, she was worried a fight would break out in the middle of the game but he seem well behaved compared to the men with tattoos on their faces who screamed and cursed the entire game.
After almost two hours the game was tied and they decided to end it without breaking the tie. When Fitz walked back to her he was drenched in sweat. He sat on the bench and poured water all over his face.
"All that running around and you still couldn't win...pity," she teased.
Fitz sat up and held up the bottle of water and opened it.
"Don't you dare."
'Don't I dare what?"
Olivia took off once she saw the bottle, Fitz grabbed her around the waist before she could get away and poured the ice cold water down her shirt.
"Owww, that's cold Fitz," she screamed.
He laughed once he finished the bottle and let her go.
"You still have shit to talk?"
"Yes because you still suck."
He laughed and shook his head. Olivia rolled her eyes and walked back to the bench to get bag of trash from her breakfast that fell when she ran away from Fitz. By now, all of the soccer players had gathered by the bench. Fitz walked back too, to grab his duffel bag.
"Alright Lucky, I'm leaving."
"Okay but you're coming back for dinner, I already told my mom."
"Yeah, what time?"
"I dunno, maybe 7."
"What is she cooking?"
"Don't worry man, we gonna hook you up."
"Alright, don't get my hopes up."
"She gonna have everything, cotija y camarones tacos, enchiladas y burritos and she gonna make it white boy spicy so you don't burn your tongue like last time."
"If that's the case, I'll be there at 7pm sharp," Fitz turned to Olivia, "come on Livie, let's go."
Olivia threw away her trash at the first garbage disposal they came across on their way to the car. Once they both settled into the car, Fitz threw his duffle bag in the bag seat and took off his shin guards, socks and sneakers.
"Nice," he said to himself as he flexed his toes and press his feet against the gas pedal then pulled off.
"I'm surprised you were able to get along with those guys," Olivia said casually.
"It wasn't always like that, the first day I showed up, a brawl went down. For some reason, the gangbangers thought I was some sort of pussy and they could punk me. After the brawl they never tried again, we're alright now."
"So you guys have never fought since?"
"No, not really, we've had arguments about referee calls and fouls, it's not like we hang out, I only come home every three months or so for a few days so I play soccer with him maybe twice a year for the past few years."
"How long have you and Lucky been friends?" she asked.
"7 years."
"Do you have other friends, apart from anyone in the military?"
"Where friends are concerned I think between 1 -3 close friends is sufficient, I have 1 which is more than zero, which means I have enough."
"You're okay with only having only friend."
"I have one close friend by choice."
Olivia chuckled.
"Am I your friend?" she asked.
"I don't know."
"What do you mean you don't know."
"I mean, I don't know, I care about you, obviously, I've risked my life for you, what does that make you?"
"It makes me grateful."
Fitz smiled, unsure of how to respond. Olivia sensed the awkwardness and decided to change the subject.
"If you were on your deathbed, what would you do with your final wish?"
"That's random, are you planning on killing me?"
"Answer the question," she said playfully.
"If I were on my deathbed, my final wish would be to have my dad rush to my side just so I could use my dying breath to tell him to go to hell one last time."
Olivia choked out a laughed.
"Seriously?"
"Seriously."
"How many women have you dated, do you know?"
"I don't know."
"Can you guess?"
"I can't."
"When you date these women, how to you end it, why do you end it?"
"I usually end it when I find they are being too chummy, I call them by the wrong name so they know I don't really care about them and it pretty much goes downhill from there."
She chuckled, "you cow. How long have you slept with the same person before, I know it wasn't exclusive but how long with one even though you saw other people?" she asked.
"There was this one girl in college, we fucked for about 3 years and I didn't even know her last name, we never talked except to make plans to have sex, we never hung out, she was one of the best people I've ever known."
She rolled her eyes.
"What do you hate?" she asked.
"Liars, skim milk, celery, turkey bacon and pop music, all with equal measure."
"Why do you hate skim milk and turkey bacon?"
"It's pretty much water lying about being milk and turkey bacon is not real meat, it's a lie."
She chuckled.
"If you don't like pop music, then what do you listen to?"
"Easy, rock but not heavy metal, indie or alternative, Beatles, Led Zeppelin, Sweet, all those 60's, 70's, 80's champions and believe it or not I really like classical music, Mozart, Bach, etcetera and I don't much listen to rap but I will listen to some Frank Ocean and Outkast." "That's...different, I never would have guessed that."
"Well, now you know."
"I love rock too, the Sex Pistols, Arctic Monkeys, the Strokes."
"You like the strokes, I know Julian Casablanca."
"You know him," Olivia said excitedly.
"Well, we are...dare I say...acquaintances, we hung out a lot when we were teenagers."
"Oh my god, do you keep in touch?"
"Every year, he'll send me an email asking if I'm alive but that's about it."
"I don't believe you, "she said with a smile.
"I'm not kidding, I'll prove it."
Once they made it back to the house, Fitz dropped his bags by the door and took her down the the game room in the basement, it had a large flat screen tv, a huge old leather sofa, a pool table, a few vintage arcade games and a foosball table.
"This is great," Olivia said as she looked around.
"Yep, all this stuff used to be in my room back in the day, even that really old couch, do you have any idea how many orgasms I've had on that couch."
"No, and I don't want to find out."
"Your loss."
"I don't see how."
Fitz chuckled and walked her over to the shelf against the wall and pulled open one of the drawers and took out a picture of him, Julian and the other members of the band sitting together on the same couch in his room when they were teenagers.
"Oh my god, Fitz you look like such a baby, how old were you?" she gushed.
He smiled, "I was 17."
"You were so handsome, what happened?"
"Good fucking joke, good joke," he said sarcastically.
Olivia looked into the drawer and saw that there were more pictures.
"Can I look at the pictures?" she asked.
"Uh sure," he said with a shrug.
Olivia looked through the drawer, the first picture that caught her eye was one of Fitz and his mom, he looked to be about 8 years old, standing in a suit beside his tall, blonde, very beautiful mother.
"Wow, your mom was really beautiful."
"Thanks," Fitz said awkwardly.
"You look like her, you know," she said casually as she dug through the drawer, hoping it would make him smile.
"Thanks," he said with a small smile.
"-no way, no way, no way, you modeled for Ralph Lauren," she said as she picked up a poster with Fitz posing in a Ralph Lauren polo shirt and khaki pants.
"You are so dramatic."
"Explain this, you can't just act like it's no big deal."
He sighed.
"My dad is friends with Ralph Lauren, Ralph asked me to model a few collections back when I was 16, no big deal."
Olivia couldn't stop smiling as she looked at the picture.
"You looked great."
Fitz took all the pictures from her and stuffed them back in the drawer and closed it.
"That's enough of a trip down memory lane."
"What? Why? Those pictures were great."
"No women are allowed down here, it's time to go."
"You brought me down here?"
He picked her up and threw her over his shoulders.
"And now I'm taking you back up."
"Okay fine but I can walk, let me down."
Fitz ignored her and walked her up the stairs, he purposely bumped her head against the wall softly just to annoy her.
"Oww, Fitz!" she screamed.
He chuckled and kept walking until he reached the kitchen then he let her down.
"Let me guess, you're hungry?"
"I'm ravenous."
"I can't cook unless you want food poisoning then I'm your gal."
"I'm not asking you to cook, I'm asking you to open your legs so I can feed myself."
Olivia opened her eyes wide and smiled.
"Shouldn't we go shower first, I mean we've been out all morning and we're sweaty and gross."
Fitz lifted her up and sat her on the countertop of the kitchen island and stood in between her legs.
"You poor, poor, virgin," he said with pity, "dirty, nasty, sweaty sex is the best sex," he said as he kissed up her neck.
She closed her eyes, "we at least have to go the bedroom, we can't do it on the table."
He stopped kissing her and faced her dead on.
"Olivia I'm going to fuck you right here, right now."
He pulled off his shirt and kissed her again. Olivia had to break the kiss to get him to focus.
"Condom."
"We don't need it right now."
"No, no, no, I know you, once we start you're not going to want to stop for a condom, you're going to act as if the world is going to burst into flames if we don't have sex immediately."
Fitz laughed, "you're right, I can't help it, your pussy is so so good, it haunts me It's saying 'Fitz, come to me, come get me.' and obviously I have to listen to the pussy so…"
Olivia covered her face and laughed, "just go get it please."
Fitz smiled and took a few steps and opened on of the kitchen cabinet drawer and pulled out a condom.
"Seriously, it was two feet away?"
Fitz turned around was slightly surprised, "you're still dressed?"
Olivia smiled shyly, "I'm sorry, I didn't know that was my cue."
Fitz rested the condom on the counter and clapped his hands at her.
"Chop, chop, take it off, my dick is hard."
Olivia laughed and pulled her off her shirt and then stood up on the counter to take off her shorts but Fitz beat her to the punch and began taking them off for her. He quickly pulled them down her legs and then pulled her underwear off quickly. Olivia laid on the hard granite countertop.
"You're supposed to be a gymnast right?"
She smiled.
He pulled her towards him, until her butt was hanging off the countertop and then opened her legs wide, until they were almost parallel to the counter. Olivia propped herself up by her elbows and looked at the ridiculous shape her body was in, she looked almost as if she was doing a split only her crotch wasn't against the table, it was facing Fitz.
He buried his face in between her legs, from his nose to his chin, he took one lick and then stopped and popped his head up.
"Mmm."
"This is what I don't get about you-"
"What?" She said slightly confused.
"You pretend you don't want to get dicked down but when I open your legs it's an entirely different story."
She blushed and batted her eyelashes which made Fitz smile, he liked watching her squirm uncomfortably. He leaned down again and licked her and then without warning, he began making loud slurping noises and as soon as she felt him sucking on her clit she instinctively locked her legs around his head but he held them open.
He chuckled, "so predictable."
"Oh my god."
He continued slurping, sucking and licking her most sensitive spots ravenously. He was still learning little things about her, like where she liked to be licked and sucked. As he took his time, licking her pussy, he realized that whenever his tongue touched the flesh just under her clit she screamed like a banshee in heat and she would squirt small amounts of liquid. Fitz smirked as he marked it as her sweet spot, every time he wanted to hear her scream and watch her shake he would go back there.
His nose to his chin was completely bathed in her juices. It was wet, sloppy, messy pussy eating and it was giving Olivia an out of body experience. She was gripping his hair so tightly she thought she might pull his hair out.
He found her sweet spot again and attacked it and immediately felt a gush of liquid flush is face.
"FITZ!," she screamed as she bent her legs and locked them.
He continued to tickle her with his tongue and then added two fingers.
"Right there," she whispered.
Fitz moved his tongue lower, "right there?" he asked.
"No, no, no, where you had it before," she said frantically.
He moved his tongue to the side and licked up and down her lips, "right here?"
"No, Fitz."
He smiled and moved back to her spot and sucked and licked hard until she came to a slow, undulating orgasm. He watched her ride it out and then lay back on the counter.
Olivia panted softly as she tried to catch her breath and once she felt Fitz pull his fingers out she sat up. Fitz quickly slipped on the condom and then picked her up and kissed her as he walked her and pressed her against the refrigerator.
He threw one of her legs over his arm and slowly rubbed his tip around her clit then he made his way down and entered her.
She held onto his cheeks and kissed him. Fitz grabbed her ass and went deeper.
"Ahh," she moaned into his mouth.
Fitz shuddered at the sound of her soft moan and brought his hands up to her throat and continued thrusting.
Fitz wanted to give her every inch but he couldn't in that position so he stopped and let Olivia down to the ground then he bent her over in all four and kneeled behind her. He pulled her against his chest.
"I'm gonna give you everything okay," he said softly in her ear.
Understanding what he meant, Olivia nodded and leaned into his chest. Fitz slowly slid into her again, this time he gave her everything from his tip to his balls, as far as he could go.
"Mmm...Yesss," she moaned.
Fitz leaned her forward so her face was against the ground a slapped her ass as he began to thrust hard and fast.
"Fuck…" Olivia cried, with her face pressed against the floor.
"Take this fucking dick-Olivia," he said as he threw his head back.
"Oh Fitz-"
They both came in rapture after barely a couple of minutes of fucking, faster than Fitz wanted to but he couldn't stop it and he wasn't particularly complaining after the orgasm he had. He fell back on the floor, in complete ecstasy. He had been bellowing so loud through his orgasm that he didn't hear Olivia who was still coiled on the floor.
She smiled as she slowly sat up and looked over to Fitz who laid flat on the floor with his arms spread out.
"Come here baby girl," he said as he stretched for her.
She crawled on top of him and laid against his chest.
"Wait- gimme kiss," he said as he puckered his lips.
Olivia smiled and stretched up and kissed him then laid down once again. He ran his hands up and down her back slowly as they laid there quietly.
"Fitz what time are we going for dinner?" Olivia asked.
She waited for Fitz to respond and when he didn't she peeked up at him and realized he was fast asleep.
"He sleeps," she said to herself.
She slipped off the overly filled with semen condom from his penis and threw it in the trash then she picked up all their loose articles of clothing and brought them upstairs. She took a blanket down to Fitz and spread it over him on the floor and then she went back upstairs to draw herself a warm, soapy bath in the tub. She filled the tub to the brim and then sat in the water, leaned back and closed her eyes.
A few minutes later, she felt something in the water and jumped up.
"Oh my god Fitz, I didn't hear you," she said as she moved over so he could sit in front of her.
"You left me on the floor with a blanket?" He asked as he settled in the tub.
"Yeah, you looked tired, I didn't want to wake you."
He stretched for her and she crawled over to him and sat on his lap.
"So," she said as she leaned her back against his chest, "what time is dinner?"
"I think Lucky said 7, after dinner we could just go straight to the airport and fly to New York, it'll take about an hour or so, we should be at your apartment by midnight."
"That's perfect, I can't wait to sleep in my own bed tonight," she said as she clapped her hands excitedly.
Fitz pulled her back to him and wrapped his hands around her and squeezed her breasts.
"Oooh," Olivia said delightfully.
She enjoyed the feeling of his strong hands as he massaged her breasts, she could feel him getting erect but paid it no mind, however, she was completely caught by surprise when picked her up and eased her down on his penis and started thrusting.
"Fitz-no-"
"Shh," he said as he squeezed her breasts together and rubbed her nipples between his index finger and thumb. He reached down and pressed his palm in between her legs, "just enjoy it."
"-it's so good," she breathed out.
He spread open her pussy lips wider as he gave her his full length. Just a few strokes later, Olivia was shuddering from an orgasm. Fitz came as well, not even bothering to pull out.
Olivia had to take a moment to gather her senses and catch her breath and then she slowly eased off him, she immediately felt water rush in the opening in her walls.
"For someone who can't stand the idea of having kids, you hate condoms."
He smiled and leaned his head over the side of the tub.
"I'm sorry, it's so much better and the only reason I did it is because you're going to the doctor tomorrow, I'm sure you'll be fine."
Olivia sighed and leaned back, "yep, I'm sure I will."
Later in the evening, after a 40 minute drive, Fitz pulled up to the gate of Lucky's mother's house. It was a small one story concrete house painted blue. There was a small yard surrounding the house filled with green plants. Fitz parked on the sidewalk and they both hopped out.
Olivia followed behind Fitz into the yard, he greeted a few people who were standing outside drinking beer and chatting.
When they enter the house, Fitz made a beeline to the living room. There were about 10-15 people in the room, some sitting on the couch, other on the floor and other standing against the wall eating and watch a soccer game broadcast in spanish. She immediately felt overdressed; wearing a one shoulder, long sleeved white bodysuit and high rise vintage Levi's shorts with her Chanel sandals and Chanel purse. Everyone else seemed to be wearing lounge clothing.
"Fitzgerald," Lucky's mother said excitedly, "you came."
"Well, I heard there was food so of course."
Lucky's mother was younger than Olivia expected. Olivia guessed Lucky to be around 30 years old, his mother looked to be 46 or 47. It was then that Olivia realized that Lucky's mother might have more of an interest in Fitz that just as the friend of her son.
"You brought company," she said.
"Yes, this is my- Olivia."
He struggled to find the accurate word to describe Olivia so he abandoned it mid sentence.
"Hello 'his Olivia'," Lucky's mother joked, "I'm Esmeralda but you can call me Esme."
Olivia smiled and waved, feeling silly for thinking Esmeralda might have had romantic feelings for Fitz, She seemed nice and she didn't want to let her weird jealousy for Fitz cause her to misjudge her.
"It's nice to me you Esme."
"Oh, your from Australia or something?"
"No, England."
"Oh interesting, well, I have food in the kitchen, you two can follow me so I can fix you a plate."
"You have the spicy guac right?" Fitz said as they followed Esme to the kitchen.
"Oh course, it's my specialty."
After they got their food and drinks, they went back to the living room to eat. They stood against the wall, as there we no more seats. After a few minutes, Lucky arrived with a woman and man by his side. The moment the woman looked over to them, Olivia felt her cold glare.
She had dark, curly hair and dark eyes. She wore a lot of makeup, too much eye makeup and red lipstick and a tight red dress. She was a little taller than Olivia, her breasts weren't as big as Olivia, but her hips and ass were huge. She had an hourglass figure, accentuated by her tight dress.
Olivia didn't feel threatened by her looks, not even a little bit, but her demeanor was off putting. She was making it very clear that there was something between her and Fitz.
They slowly made their way over.
"Hey man, how's it going, hey Olivia," Lucky greeted.
"What's up, hey Carmen, José," Fitz said.
In that moment, Carmen stared at Fitz, José stared at Olivia. Once Fitz noticed José staring he turned his gaze towards José and stepped in between him and Olivia, ignoring Carmen and Lucky.
José snapped out of his trance he stepped back.
"Fitz," was all he said.
It was tense, there was obviously bad blood between the two.
"José was just grabbing some food to leave," Lucky said trying to calm the situation. José nodded and then walked to the kitchen.
"So Fitz, you haven't called me in months," Carmen said.
"I know," Fitz said curtly.
"He can be a little antisocial," Olivia added.
"Who are you?" Carmen said angrily.
"I'm the one, not dressed as if I'm going to a strip bar tonight, who are you?"
"Excuse me."
"Good. I was wondering when you were going to leave," Olivia said as she turned to Fitz.
"First of all bitch-" Carmen said loudly before Lucky cut her off.
"Woah, woah, woah, Carmen calm down," Lucky chimed in.
Fitz was really amused by the entire exchange. Everyone else in the house seemed to be tuning in as well.
"Carmen, just go, nothing will come from this argument," Fitz said.
"She's disrespectful."
"Am I?" Olivia said, sarcastically.
"You see, so don't tell me to calm down, she's a bitch."
"And you have boring eyes, no amount of makeup will change that."
"Puta-"
"Come, come, come, Carmen," Lucky said as he tried to get her away from Olivia. Carmen was ready to pounce from what Lucky could tell, Carmen was very physically violent and he didn't want her to attack Olivia.
Lucky left with Carmen, who was hyperventilating. She resisted slightly but ultimately she allowed him to take her outside.
"How do you do that?" Fitz asked with a chuckle.
"Do what?"
"Get under people's skin like that, I've seen you do it to Mellie."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"You just told her she had boring eyes, I mean how do you come up with that, it's hilarious."
"She obviously came here dressed for you, you two were together?"
"Not for long, he had sex a couple times but-"
"But you never called her back?"
Lucky walked back towards them slightly annoyed.
"Seriously?" he said as he threw his hands up.
"What?" Fitz said slightly annoyed as well.
"Let's go for a walk?"
"No, I'm good."
"No, Fitz you should go. I'm fine," Olivia said, urging him to go.
"Yeah Chico, you can leave her for one second, she ain't going nowhere," Lucky teased, "after you leave, I don't get to see you for another three months if I'm lucky."
Fitz shrugged and left with Lucky, not before planting a kiss on Olivia's lips.
Once they got outside Lucky handed Fitz a joint and lighter.
"I can't, I'm heading to the airport after this...by the way can you can you take us to the airport after this?"
"Sì."
Lucky lit the joint himself and took a joint.
"Why did you invite me out here?"
"I wanted to snoop in your business and ask about Olivia, what's up with you and her?"
They stood out on the sidewalk as they talked.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean are you dating her? Is she your girl? You two have been together all weekend, at your house, fucking the shit outta each other I assume."
"You assumed wrong, we're not having sex. She won't let me."
Lucky burst into a hysterical laugh.
"Yeah right, you're a good liar but not that good."
Olivia stood in the living room with all eyes on her, the only black person in the room who just had an altercation with another woman, at least when Fitz was there that didn't matter because he was the only white person in the room but now it was uncomfortable so she decided to get some air. Once she was outside, she could see Fitz and Lucky on the sidewalk. She could hardly make out what they were saying so she went closer, behind the fence covered with shrubbery and eavesdropped.
"I'm serious, we're not having sex."
"Quit lying."
"Where's Carmen?" Fitz said changing the subject.
"She left, she's pissed but I told her not to get involved with you in the first place and she didn't listen so I don't even care but back to you and Olivia, what's going on man?"
"Nothing is going on."
"You're not having sex?"
"No."
"Bullshit, she's a sexy little thing, she's a little less slutty than you usually go for, without the fake tits and ass but she's nice, there is no world where you aren't fucking her."
Fitz sighed, knowing how persistent his friend could be, he relented.
"Okay fine we are."
"I knew it, are you two dating?"
"No."
"So you're just friends with benefits?"
"No."
"Just another girl you're fucking?"
"No," Fitz replied again.
"So what is she then?"
"I don't know."
Lucky stared at him and smiled.
"You in love man."
"Yeah, okay."
"No, I'm serious, you got the little twinkle in your eye."
"If I'm in love with anything, it's her vagina."
Lucky laughed and shook his head.
"No, I'm serious, I'm pussy whipped, it's bad," Fitz said.
"Please it can't be that bad."
"I nutted inside her today, no condom and we've only been having sex for a week."
"Seriously," Lucky said laughing, "mr. 'I don't want kids'."
"That's what I mean when I said bad, I didn't even think about it, I didn't care."
Lucky laughed, "so you don't care about her, just the sex."
"No, I care about her, a lot actually, she's different, she the type of woman you get married to and settle down with."
"So you're thinking about settling down."
"You know me, I'm just taking it one day at a time, realistically I don't see myself with her but some lucky guy will probably be smart enough to marry her, I'm just trying to not to fuck up right now."
"You sure it's not just the sex?"
"No, I actually liked her before the sex so..."
"You in love man."
"Jesus christ, I'm going inside, I'm not about to leave my girl in a room filled with men so we can talk about feelings."
"Ah ha, 'YOUR GIRL' you just said it."
Olivia quickly went back to the house and stood by the wall, trying to figure out if she should be insulted or flattered by what she'd just heard.
A/N- Sorry to leave it there guys. It's been a crazy week and I wanted to give you guys some material instead of waiting forever.