AN: This chapter contains backstories on Fitz's parents. As always, enjoy babes!

Jerry

"Jerry it's Thanksgiving, the boys are all under one roof, our grandchildren are here, where on earth is more important than being here with your family?" Elizabeth hurtfully asked as she watched her husband change his clothes. She already knew where he was going, she just didn't think he'd had the balls to do it on Thanksgiving. It's hard getting their children under one roof because of their busy schedules, and now that they do have them all under one roof, Jerry wants to leave. His level of disrespect and disregard of his own family is appalling.

"I have to go." Jerry nonchalantly replied dismissing his wife's feelings as he buttoned the remaining buttons on his shirt. Nothing his wife said was going to convince him to cancel his meeting. Not when it has taken him six months of begging to finally get this meeting.

"After all this time how could I have been so foolish to think you ended it. You're such a fucking hypocrite. You're so harsh on Fitzgerald for his preference, ever wonder where he gets it from. You and your precious DADDY. Your fetishes with Black women trickled down into your son, and you act shocked and disgusted that he brings one home. If you ask me, Fitzgerald is a better man than you'll ever be, at least he lives in his truth, and doesn't hide or shuns it. I don't know why I stayed in this arranged marriage. I sacrificed so much for you Jerry. Our marriage may have been arranged yes, but over the years I have grown to love you, despite your derogatory ideologies. Because you were my friend first. I have never disrespected you, I played my role as your wife. All I asked was for respect in return and I couldn't even get that. You were fucking that woman in our house, in our bed. Even after I asked you to end it, you didn't. Even when I offered to give this marriage a fresh start, and for us to give ourselves a chance to genuinely fall in love with each other, and you agreed, yet you lied to me. You don't care about me, or your children, all you care about is this organization and her." Elizabeth tearfully expressed.

Jerry just stared at his wife. He allowed his mind to travel down memory lane to where this all began. Jerry's late father Fitzgerald Grant I and Elizabeth's late father Randall Caldwell were best friends growing up. They both hailed from powerful families. The Grant's were notorious in the drug business, while the Caldwell's were prominent in real estate. With members of each family dying off rather quickly than one could have imagined, the families felt that merging would prove to be the best business opportunity. Primarily to open the door to more money and power. The families just needed to arrange the perfect marriage. This would not only ensure the merging of the two families, but it would start a bloodline mixture of the Grant's and Caldwell's. The families would be intertwined forever.

Jerry's and Elizabeth's births couldn't have come at a better time. Their parents forced them onto each other. Jerry and Elizabeth started out as good friends. Neither one of them was ever physically and or sexually attracted to one another. They were just genuine friends. By their senior year of high school, their parents arranged their marriage. Elizabeth went into her first year of Harvard married. Elizabeth having five sons was the icing on the cake. They became what their fathers wanted from the beginning.

They both sacrificed no one more than the other. Equally they gave up control of their lives to ensure the further success of their families. Jerry hates when Elizabeth paints the picture that she sacrificed more than him. He's been living miserably just as she has for the past 38 years.

"Lizzy stop acting so damn innocent. You have carried on quite the affairs over the course of this marriage as well. At least I've kept my extramarital affairs to one woman. Please save the melodrama for another time. As I said before, I have to go." Jerry scoffed, grabbed his cell phone off the night stand, and left out of the bedroom. The whimpers from his wife didn't even make him flinch, let alone go back in the room to comfort her.

Making his way to first level of the house, Jerry heard his sons in the sitting room catching up with one another, and he slipped right past them. Despite his marriage to Elizabeth being arranged, finding out that God blessed with him five boys, made the marriage less depressing. Hell, it even brightened up many gloomy dark days. Jerry took pride in being a father to five boys. He knew he potentially had five boys to pass the Grant organization to, and that made his father even prouder of him. That's all Jerry wanted was validation from his father, the man he worshipped. The man who helped shaped his ideologies.

That was until he received the shock of his life, four of his five boys didn't want anything to do with the organization. They saw what kind of man the organization made their father, and they didn't want to turn out like him. They wanted to become their own men and gain their own identities. And his youngest, the one that carries his namesake turned out to be a better man than Jerry could've ever imagined being. Elizabeth had that part right.

The reason Jerry hates his sons, so much is because he is jealous of all of them, especially Fitz. Jerry wishes he could be half the man his sons has grown to be. He latches to Paul because Paul reminds him so much of himself. Paul is easily influenced like Jerry was growing up. Paul sucks up to Jerry and worships him, and that's all Jerry wanted from his sons. Paul doesn't make Jerry questions himself like Fitz does. Paul is Jerry's comfort zone, whereas Fitz and his other sons reminds Jerry every day of what he could've been, had he just been his own man, and not let his father control his life.

"Where to Mr. Grant?" Samuel, Jerry's personal driver asked.

"Four Seasons." Jerry replied hopping into the back of the opened Rolls Royce.

The ride over to the Four Seasons was short. Jerry's hands became clammy, and his heart started beating fast. He's been trying to set this reunion up for six months to no avail. Two weeks ago, they were finally able to cordially speak with one another, and set this reunion up.

"Samuel, you can go. I'll call when I am ready." Jerry said as he stepped out of the luxury car and into the brisk cold Boston night air.

Jerry walked inside of the hotel and checked in. He told the front desk clerk that he will be expecting a woman and to please send her up when she arrives. He left the clerk with the woman's name he'd be expecting.

Jerry waited approximately twenty minutes before he heard a knock at the front door. Placing his glass of scotch down on the table, he smoothed out his clothes, and walked towards the door. He felt like a jittery nerdy high schooler about to approach his crush.

Snatching the door open, Jerry smiled wide and beamed, "Henrietta my love, how are you?"

Henrietta sneered as she walked past Jerry into the posh suite. Jerry smirked and closed the door behind himself. Henrietta had her back turned to him, giving Jerry the perfect opportunity to wrap her up in his arms. Her body fit like a glove into his. Even after all these years, she has kept herself in tip top shape. She doesn't like a day over 45 and she's 56 years old.

She however, wasn't too keen on being in his arms, and squirmed under his touch, something she has never done before. Jerry took a step back, and looked at Henrietta like she was a foreign woman. One touch from him used to drive her insane, now she was treating him like he had the plague himself.

"The only reason," she turned around, so she could face him, "I agreed to meet you was to tell you that I am done with you. I never thought I'd be able to say it, but I've been talking to God, and I have finally found the strength. I wasted 30 years of my life with you. I gave up everything for you. My family has shunned me. My friends don't want anything to do with me. All because of you," Jerry tried to reach for Henrietta, but she backed away from him with her hands outstretched.

"I saw past it all and fell in love with you Jerry. I knew deep down inside you wasn't and aren't that man you've been parading around for the past 30 years. You know I feel sorry for you Jerry. You are a very confused and broken man. You allowed your father to get into your head and misconstrue your thoughts about the world and the people in it. I was your dirty little secret for 30 years. My people aren't good enough to sit at the table with you, but the women are good enough for you to stick your dick in. But no more, I have embarrassed myself for far too long. I am tired of being a dirty little secret. It's time I move on and allow myself to be loved the way I am supposed to be loved, with a man who doesn't keep me in his closet. You Grant's are something else. The only one with sanity is Fitzgerald, that young man is going to go far in life. He is everything you are not, and everything you should aspire to be. Yet, you treat him like scum, you should be ashamed of yourself. Even through all the pain you've put me through, I don't hate you. All I can do is pray for you. Pray that you can become a better man for your family especially your sons." Henrietta walked into Jerry's space and hugged him. Jerry relished in their closeness. It was supposed to be her, it was always supposed to be Henrietta. The day she took his order when he was in that coffee shop, he fell in love with her hazel eyes, and her milk chocolate complexion. She had this big smile that reached from ear to ear and magnetically drew you in to her. He loved seeing her smile. It made him feel like he could survive another day. She gave him one last kiss goodbye, before she walked out of the room, leaving the faint scent of her perfume behind. The same perfume he bought her for Christmas one year after she eyed it, he can't believe she still wears it. This gave Jerry hope that one day he can salvage their relationship.

Jerry stood in the middle of the floor for about 10 minutes trying to collect his thoughts. Finally finding the strength to move, he trudged over to the bed and plopped down. The love of his life just walked out of his life for good, and he didn't even get a chance to tell her he loved her. He didn't get a chance to right his wrongs with her. Henrietta has always been a wise woman, she has always given it to Jerry straight no chaser, her monologue 10 minutes ago was no different. Even when he didn't want to hear a word she was saying, even when he was being offensive, ignorant, and despicable, she didn't back down from him. Henrietta is the only person that can render Jerry speechless, let alone check him.

His entire life has been lived how his father laid it out for him. Jerry's father has been dead for 15 years, yet he still has such a profound effect on Jerry's life. At 60 years old, Jerry isn't sure if he can change, and began to live his life with himself in control. He's never held control over his life, and he doesn't even know where to begin.

Dropping down onto his knees, Jerry sighed and bowed his head. Many of times Henrietta has prayed for him, and he mocked her, telling her that he is God himself. However, there was one scripture she used to say, that stuck with Jerry after all these years. It was short, but it held impact. So, Jerry recited it.

"Heal me, O Lord, and I will be healed; save me and I will be saved, for you are the one I praise. Amen." Jerry stood back to his feet and sat back down on the bed. Feeling the hot tears stream down his drained face, he knew he should've been a man and wiped them, but he didn't. For the first time in a long time he allowed himself to cry. Cry at the chaos he helped create.

The chaos surrounding Fitzgerald and Paul has spiraled out of control. Jerry should've put a stop to it, but he didn't, and he doesn't know if he can. Fitz and Paul's egos are dangerous, he has seen both men pushed to their limits, and their killer instincts are lethal. This war they have created with one another will not end well, but Jerry will be damned if he loses his son. He has a lot to repair with Fitzgerald. He has turned his back one too many times on Fitzgerald, but no more. He refuses to lose his children, he already lost the love of his life, his heart can't take another blow or he may not survive it.

Elizabeth

The Thanksgiving holiday was officially over, and Elizabeth was sad to her boys go back to their lives in California and Florida. The only thing that made her feel good was knowing that they'd all be back during the entire Christmas holiday. The annual Grant holiday party is going to be amazing this year, she can already feel it. Since her boys left, the house went back to its emptiness. Elizabeth has been wallowing in the emptiness for far too long, which is why she extends herself to so many people.

After her sons' left, Elizabeth had her personal driver Alex drive her to Cambridge. Russell wanted to meet with her again. He is still hurt over the fact that Olivia is no longer on the market. He doesn't know that Olivia is taken by her son, but she plans to tell him over their lunch date. She needs for Russell to get over this crush he has on Olivia. He missed his opportunity.

Elizabeth has known Russell's family the Blackmore's for about 40ish years. She went to Harvard with his parents. After college, the Blackmore's moved to Chevy Chase, Maryland to practice law. Elizabeth never lost contact with them, and she even introduced Russell's older brother Ryan to his wife Vanessa. Vanessa was the Grant's first scholarship recipient. The Blackmore's couldn't thank her enough for arranging their son with the perfect ideal woman. They asked her to do the same with Russell and she agreed. After all she does have experience with arranged marriages. Elizabeth had no idea her son would come in and swoop Olivia up, before Russell got a chance to stake his claim. She is hoping after this lunch, Russell will let all of this go and move on.

Elizabeth chose The Palm Boston. She beat Russell there, but she told the hostess that she'd be expecting him soon. She left them with his name. Once she was seated, Elizabeth went ahead and ordered without Russell. She ordered the blackened prime New York steak chop-chop salad and a margarita. Russell arrived a short time later. He looked suave in his tailored suit, tie, and pea coat, and infinity scarf. His style is similar to Fitz.

Elizabeth stood up and greeted him.

"Hello Russell." She embraced him.

"Hello Mrs. Grant." Russel embraced her back.

"How are you? How was your Thanksgiving?" Elizabeth broke their embrace and took a seat back in the chair.

"I am well. Thanksgiving was great, it was good to see my parents, Ryan and his family. It would have been even better if I could've brought a girlfriend home. They're becoming worried about my sexuality." Russell chuckled as he summoned the waitress over, so he could order.

"Ah I see. Russell, I showed you Olivia's profile before she even began at Harvard. You hesitated on approaching her, and as a result someone else snatched her up. I told you she was not going to remain single for long. I am not your personal gatekeeper to every Black girl that comes onto Harvard's campus dear."

"I guess because you did such an amazing job in helping Ryan. I thought you could help me find my wife as well. I just want to know what that guy has that I don't?" Russell insecurely asked.

"Russell the guy she's dating is my youngest son Fitzgerald. As far as what he has that you don't, you honestly don't want me to answer that as my answer will be biased." Elizabeth truthfully answered. She had to take this young man out of his misery.

"Your son? Mrs. Grant what was the point in telling me about her? Especially if you knew your son was going to pursue her." Russell accused with a perplexed look edged onto his face.

"I did not know my son was going to pursue Olivia. I would have never told you about her. But, Olivia and my son are happy. Russell, you need to move on dear." Elizabeth warmly replied though she felt herself becoming agitated.

"She is perfect. She's exactly what I have been looking for, damn."

Elizabeth smiled thinking those are the same words Fitz said in describing Olivia. Elizabeth can only dream of having guys smitten over her the way Olivia does. She's never held that kind of power over men.

"Russell, you are a fine young man. You are going to make any woman proud to be with you, you will find someone else. I can help you sweetie." Elizabeth offered words of encouragement.

"I guess you're right. Thanks Mrs. Grant." Russell replied with his head down.

"You're welcome dear. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to meet with someone else." Elizabeth stood from the table.

Russell stood up. He hugged and kissed Elizabeth on her cheek. She left the restaurant and got back inside of the waiting car. Pulling out her cell phone, she dialed up Daniel, a man she has been having affair with for the past a year. A man she has allowed herself to genuinely fall in love with.

"I deserve love too. I deserve happiness." Elizabeth said to herself.

Olivia

Olivia has been back in Boston for a day and she has yet to see Fitz. He didn't come pick her up at the airport, Jake did. He hasn't been to his condo at all. And he's back to not answering her phone calls and texts. The last time she spoke to him was on Thanksgiving. Olivia didn't allow her mind to go into a frenzy, she knows everything that's going on. Olivia just hates how he is shutting her out. She specifically asked him not to shut her out and he said he wouldn't, yet here he is doing it. She hates when someone goes back on their word. Olivia is very honest and forthcoming, and she expects the same from those she surrounds herself with, she is now seeing she was expecting too much.

It was now Wednesday morning, and Olivia still haven't heard anything from Fitz.

"Olivia, trust me Fitz is fine." Jake assured looking at Olivia through the rearview mirror. He was driving her to campus for her classes.

"I really hope so. I don't like when he goes MIA he knows that." Olivia sighed shaking her head from side to side.

"I can understand that." Jake replied with his eyes still on her through the rearview mirror.

"See you after my classes, Jake." Olivia dejectedly replied as she grabbed her things from next to her.

"Alright, Olivia don't stress yourself out too much. I know it's tough not hearing from him, but I know he is fine. You should try to focus on your classes maybe that'll take your mind off things."

Olivia hoped Jake was right. But he couldn't have been anymore wrong. Olivia barely paid attention in any of her classes. She kept checking her cell phone the entire time hoping for a text or call from Fitz. Nothing ever came. If she was asked to recite what her professors talked about in each of her classes, she couldn't even tell you. If it wasn't for Harrison and Russell, Olivia would've been lost in two of her most important classes come tomorrow. Harrison and Russell took her notes for her. She was shocked Russell took down the notes for her, considering he was basically friend zoned by Olivia, and given the cold shoulder by Fitz, all in one day. Yet and still, Russell seems like a pretty decent guy, and she is hoping they can remain friends for networking purposes.

After classes were done, Harrison, Quinn, and Huck wanted to grab a bite to eat. The gang went over to Chili's, Harrison's treat.

"I need a job." Olivia said out loud to the group after they placed their orders. She is in dire need of some cash. She knows all she really has to do is ask Fitz, but Olivia wants to make her own money. She doesn't want to solely depend on Fitz.

"You want a campus job or an off-campus job?" Quinn asked as she popped a fry into her mouth.

"It honestly doesn't even matter." Olivia just needed a job, she's not picky.

"You'll have better luck looking off-campus." Huck replied biting into his burger.

"I can see you as a waitress Liv, you have the personality." Harrison replied.

"Really," Olivia laughed, "I'll look for a job after break."

The gang chatted some more while they ate their food. Once they were done, they parted ways for the evening. Jake drove Olivia back to Fitz's condo. Fitz wasn't there of course.

"Olivia will you be stepping out anymore tonight?" Jake asked. He needed to know if he was relieved of his duties for the day.

"No. I'm staying in for the rest of the night." Olivia plopped down onto the couch.

"Alright, well I'm going to go. Call me if you need me." Jake turned to leave.

"Jake, I don't wanna be alone. Do you mind staying until Fitz comes back? I've been in this condo by myself for three days and I'm going a little crazy." Olivia pleaded. She needed some type of company. Jake will have to do, since Fitz doesn't want people to know where he lives. She can't invite Harrison, Quinn, or Huck over, and she understands why Fitz doesn't want people knowing where he lives. It is for safety precautions.

"Uh…sure." Jake removed his coat and hung up. He sat on the couch with Olivia keeping a safe distance.

"Is it something particular that you want to watch?" Olivia asked flipping through the channels.

"No. I'll watch whatever it is you're watching." Jake stoically replied with his eyes trained on the TV.

"Why are you always so serious?" Olivia asked looking over at Jake. He always kept the same stone-cold face which seemed like it would crack if he was to ever smile.

"What do you mean?" Jake asked glancing over at Olivia.

"I mean you're always so serious. I know it is part of the job, but you don't always have to be serious. It's okay to crack a smile and converse with other people." Olivia scooted closer to him. She hates how such a mystery he is. He's been around her for a few weeks and she still doesn't know anything about him. It seems like he knows so much about her, and all she knows is his name. The most she has ever gotten out of him was their conversation in the car earlier.

"I have to keep my guard up at all times."

"I understand." This conversation was going nowhere. It was evident he wasn't in the mood to converse. He's so hot and cold with his emotions. Earlier that ice-cold exterior seemed to be melting away a little, and now it was back to its frozen statue.

Olivia eventually dozed off. When she awoke the next morning, her head was on Jake's lap. She doesn't remember dozing off, she definitely doesn't remember dropping her head into his lap, but she is a wild sleeper, so anything is possible. Olivia yawned and sat upright on the couch, her sudden movements woke Jake up.

"Good morning." She groggily said rubbing her eyes.

"Good morning, Liv." Jake replied cracking what she couldn't believe a smile.

The ice king is melting, Olivia thought.

Fitz

"Micky you're starting to stink, and quite frankly I have other important shit to be tending to. Just tell me where the fuck he is." Fitz badgered one of Paul's workers. It was the early morning hours of Thursday and Fitz was at his breaking point. Noah found out that Paul gave Micky and his two henchmen the greenlight to do the ambush on Noah and his crew.

As a result, three men died including Jamal. He gave up a valiant effort, but his body couldn't survive those five bullets. His funeral will be held tomorrow.

Micky thought he was invincible and was foolish enough to still walk around his stomping grounds as if he didn't just commit suicide. Paul puts in his guys heads that they cannot be touched. That is one of the biggest mistakes he could've ever done. One thing Fitz has learned, in this game of life no one is invincible. There is always somebody out there bigger and tougher. These are the things Fitz mom and Henrietta told him since he was a little boy. And Fitz made sure to relay that same message to his team.

Micky listening to Paul, didn't think Fitz message applied to him. Which is why, Noah and Kevin was able to snatch Micky up, Monday night, while he was coming out of a bar in his territory with three of his friends. Noah and Kevin killed the three men that was with Micky, and brought Micky to warehouse where they have been torturing him ever since. Micky is putting up a commendable fight. He isn't folding or crumbling under the gruesome torture.

Fitz, Noah, and Kevin each took turns treating Micky as if he is their own personal punching bag. His face is unrecognizable. All Fitz want is for Micky to give up Paul's location. Micky knows where Paul is, but his loyalty is keeping his mouth shut.

"Fuck you!" Micky spat, as he spits a mouthful of blood at Fitz. Fitz moved just in time. The spit missed him by centimeters.

Fitz menacingly laughed. He was tired of this cat and mouse game. He was going to find Paul with or without Micky's help. Besides, Olivia was back in Boston, and he missed his girl. He knows she is livid with him for turning off his phone, but he plans to make it up to her.

Gripping his 9mm, Fitz aimed the gun at Micky and pulled the trigger.

POW. POW. POW.

The three bullets Fitz sent into Micky's head caused his body to violently jerk and the chair he was strapped to, to fall over. Did Fitz feel remorseful? In this moment no, he did not. Micky was collateral damage. Fitz promised Jamal's family that he would take care of the men who killed him, and Fitz doesn't like breaking promises.

"Clean this shit up. If you see anymore of Paul's guys kill them. I don't care if they're coming out of church, kill them. Maybe that'll bring his bitch ass out of hiding. I'm going home. Call me if you need me." Fitz callously spat as he walked out of the warehouse.

Fitz was in straight savage mode right now. Paul may have started this war, but Fitz planned on finishing it. Fitz father and even Paul may think Fitz is timid, but what Fitz has planned for Paul will show everyone Fitz is not to be fucked with.

Before he went home, Fitz stopped by one of his other properties to shower and change his clothes. He thought about going home to Olivia, but he didn't want to wake her out of her sleep. He also wasn't ready to get the tongue lashing he knew she was going to lay on him. So, he crashed where he was at.

Fitz plan was to wake up around 6am to at least catch Olivia before she went to classes. That plan failed horribly, Fitz didn't get up until around 1pm. He slept in which is unusual. Considering the past couple of days, he's had, the rest was needed. Fitz didn't want to show up to his condo empty handed, so he ordered Olivia two dozen lavender roses. He also bought her a card and wrote a personalized note inside. It said.

Dear Livvie,

Please forgive me for my latest actions. If I am making you feel like I am pushing you away or shutting you out, that is not my intention. After this is over with, anywhere you want to go, we can. There is no limit, I love you.

Fitz

Fitz made it home around 2pm right before Olivia's classes were done. He cooked them chicken fajitas, as he already knew Olivia was going to be hungry. The roses he bought for her was sitting in a vase on the dining room table.

Just as Fitz finished making the chicken fajitas, the elevator dinged. Fitz left the kitchen and headed for the living room to meet Olivia and Jake. The first thing Fitz noticed was the tiny flimsy coat Olivia had on. Boston weather is crucial this time of year, and here she was in a spring jacket. Fitz made a mental note to send Olivia winter shopping with his credit card.

The second thing Fitz noticed was how close Olivia was to Jake. Her arm was looped through his and she was leaning against him for support to walk. She was drinking, it was obvious. Looking at the Rolex on his wrist, Fitz noticed it was 2:30pm. Olivia should've been in class, not somewhere getting drunk. Her last class didn't end until 2:50, which means she shouldn't have even arrived to his condo until a little after 3:15pm.

"Why is she drunk?" Fitz wanted to know as he walked over to Jake and a drunken Olivia. Jake led Olivia to the couch, and helped her sit down. She laid her head back, closed her eyes, and groaned.

"Her last class of the day was cancelled, and she went back to the dorms with Quinn. She said she didn't want to come here because she is tired of being her alone." Jake explained to Fitz.

"Wait…first of all…I am a grown ass woman…. Jake, you don't have to tell him shit!" Olivia slurred as she jumped up from the couch into Fitz's face on wobbly legs.

Fitz scrunched up his nose, the cheap alcohol she was drinking was permeating through her pores.

"Olivia, you need to lie down." Fitz calmly suggested. A coherent conversation was not going to happen with Olivia in this state. Fitz would have to wait until she slept this off to talk to her.

"Fuck lying down…I'm not doing shit Fitz…yooouuu'vvveee been missing for four days and…now you're trying to tell me what to do…fuck you!" Olivia spat losing her balance momentarily.

Jake caught her before she fell over. Fitz didn't like this sudden closeness between the two of them. It came out of nowhere. Before the holiday they rarely came within inches of each other, and now they were centimeters apart. Jake is here to do a job and that job doesn't involve pushing up on his girl.

"Olivia, go lie down in the bedroom. Jake, you can go." Fitz ordered Olivia as he dismissed Jake.

"No!" Olivia yelled loudly, and it came out more like a growl. She backed her body into Jake preventing him from leaving. If he moved she would've fell onto her ass.

"Are you fucking kidding me right now." Fitz definitely didn't like what he was seeing. He needs to have a conversation with the both of them at some point. Grabbing Olivia by her wrist off Jake roughly, Fitz dragged her towards her bedroom.

He didn't know what the hell is going on between Olivia and Jake, but he planned to get to the bottom of it before the night ended. Fitz pushed Olivia inside of his bedroom and slammed the door behind himself. With balance still unsteady, she stumbled over and fell onto the floor.

"Look at you! Why do you allow yourself to get that drunk Olivia?" Fitz lashed with cold rigid eyes.

"Shut," Olivia tried to get up, "Up." She finally found the balance to stand on her feet.

"What the fuck is going on between you and Jake?" Fitz bellowed with his fist balled. He felt his blood pressure rising by the second.

"Oooohhhhh…now you care…you've been gone Fitz…ignoring me…Jake has been keeping me company." Olivia drunkenly laughed staggering.

"Keeping you company how?" Fitz stepped into Olivia's face. He felt like a volcano ready to explode. If Olivia said the wrong thing, Fitz was scared he might strike her. His anger is something that can get out of control if the right buttons are pushed. Olivia was pushing those buttons.

"I didn't fuck him…don't worry…your Livvie has been waiting for you…I probably should've…since it feels like I am single." Olivia started crying. She knew just when to throw on the dramatics.

"It was only for four days and you already know why." Fitz snarled unconvinced by her tears.

"Four days too long…the least you could've did was answer the phone…or text me back. I…don't like…when you shut me out…you know that…I went through that with Trent…I can't go through that…" Olivia hiccupped through her tears.

"I'm sorry," Fitz apologized in a softer tone. He knew he had no right to really be mad at her, he was the one who went MIA for four days. He turned off his phone and ignored her. The last thing he wanted was for her to look at him and see Trent. He's trying everything in her power to show her that she isn't Trent.

"No…you're not…you're only saying that…you said you wouldn't do it again…and you did." Olivia mumbled covering her face with her hands.

"Livvie I am sorry. I don't mean to shut you out intentionally. I just need to be as focused as possible babe." Fitz pleaded. Gone was the cold stoic stance he was trying to take, he was now crumbling watching her cry. He doesn't like seeing her cry.

"So, I am a distraction? I…I didn't…ask for this!" Olivia pushed him with all her might. He budged even though the push wasn't the least bit effective in moving him. He wanted to make her feel like she done something.

"I know. I know. Come here." Fitz tried to pull Olivia into him, but she backed away.

"No…I'm mad at you…don't touch me." Olivia stumbled back some more. He was afraid she would lose her balance again.

"Livvie come here," Fitz pleaded trying to reach for Olivia again.

"No," Olivia folded her arms across her chest and pouted.

"Livvie," Fitz implored outstretching his arms again. He too pouted knowing she couldn't resist him when he gave her his puppy dog eyes and pout.

She finally gave in and walked into his embrace. Fitz hugged her tightly. It's been a week since he held her in his arms. He kissed the top of her curly head repeatedly.

"I love you and I am sorry." Fitz whispered against her curls.

"I love you too." Olivia pulled back from the hug and looked him in the eyes.

He's been waiting for her to say those words back to him. He wanted her to soberly say them to him, but he'd take her saying it drunk. A drunken mind speaks the sober truth. Olivia rested her fingers against the nape of his neck, where she played with his curls. While Fitz let his hands idlily rest on her ass. Closing the space between them, Olivia brushed her lips against Fitz, before kissing him fully with urgent intensity. Fitz kissed her back with the same intensity. Their lips became reacquainted with one another, while their hands explored each other's body. Fitz picked Olivia up and carried her over to his bed. They spent the next 2 hours allowing their bodies to become reacquainted with one another.

"I love you babe." Olivia breathlessly said as she kissed Fitz's sweaty chest. The two rounds they just indulged was much needed and definitely a stress reliever for the both of them.

"I love you more." Fitz wrapped her body up in his arms and they drifted off to a deep slumber.

Jake was standing on the outside of the door listening to everything. Once the couple became quiet, he assumed they were passed out, so he left.

"Just play your part Jake, play your part." He kept saying to himself as he stepped onto the elevator and left the condo.

Hey babes! This chapter was a lot I know. I hope it answered some of you all questions. Reading the comments on the Scandal FF page, I know there are a lot more questions that needs answering as well. Those answers will come in future chapters. As always leave your thoughts. Until next time.