Chapter 25
The Grant Enterprise private jet stretched across the small private runway awaiting their arrival. Olivia skipped toward the plane, pulling Fitz along with her. She was excited about their trip and spending time alone with Fitz. They were separated for most of the Thanksgiving break until he visited her in New York. Even though the trip to Las Vegas was going to be short, she planned on kissing, touching and teasing Fitz the entire time. As soon as the plane door closed, Olivia straddled Fitz's lap, crashing her lips against his. He moaned with a slight buck to his hips, creating a welcomed friction between her legs. Olivia circled her hips against his hard bulge, whimpering from the rough jean fabric rubbing against her clit. The flight attendant cleared her throat interrupting their make out session. Olivia pressed her lips against his one last time before returning to her seat.
After eating a turkey sandwich and a bag of chips, she rested her head against the headrest and closed her eyes. This was her first time returning to Vegas since her birthday. She smiled reminiscing about meeting Fitz in the airport and then at the Venetian. Her virginity, she'd given to him willingly. She thought more and more about her first time, crossing her legs, trying to ease the throbbing sensation from her clit.
"Whatchu thinking about over there, beautiful?" Fitz asked, reaching his hand across the seat.
"You," she answered.
Their hands tangled together, linking with the softest embrace. "I love you." Fitz mouthed.
Olivia blew him a simple kiss, whispering, "I love you too."
Olivia was quick to exit the plane when it landed on the runway. Fitz snaked his arm around the lower part of her back, keeping his steps in line with hers. This trip was for Olivia. He was going to grant every wish she had while they were in Vegas. Eventually, he would have to tell her about his father, but he'd hoped the trip would soften the blow. He shook his head, pushing the thoughts out of his mind and stepped inside the black stretch limo. She followed behind him, watching his movements intently. Something about him worried her. After she entered the limo, she rested her head on his shoulder, locking her hand with his, she asked, "Everything ok, baby?" Bringing her hand to his lips, he responded with a soft, "I'm fine."
Olivia rushed through the lobby of the Venetian Hotel, briskly walking to the concierge desk. "Baby, wait up." Fitz called after Olivia, trying to catch up with her fast-paced steps. He paused in the center of the hotel, realizing he hadn't been back to Vegas in quite some time. The hustle and bustle of the hotel was still the same, including the haze of smoke coming from inside the casino. Honestly, he didn't miss it. He caught up with Olivia at the concierge desk. Her fingers rapped along the oak desk, huffing, "baby, tell her I'm with you. She refuses to give me the key to the suite."
"What seems to be the problem?" Fitz asked the woman behind the desk.
The woman smirked, placing her hand on her hip, "Mr. Grant, I'm not familiar with guests in your room. I know you have a strict policy about giving out your room key."
Fitz looked at the name on her badge, committing it to memory, "Cheryl, this is my girlfriend, Olivia. Please give her the key."
She tapped on her computer rapidly, before placing the plastic key cards in the hotel envelope, and handing them to Olivia. "Sorry, Mr. Grant. Here you go. Enjoy."
"Thank you." Olivia said, snatching the keys and dropping them in her purse.
The elevator doors slowly opened revealing the door to the presidential suite. Olivia squealed, jumping up and down in excitement. Fitz stepped off the elevator, leaning against the wall, watching Olivia. She was so happy and he loved seeing her smile. "Baby, you have the key." Fitz reminded her.
"Oh…right." Olivia giggled, reaching her hand inside her purse, pulling out the keycard. "Here, baby, you open the door."
Fitz pecked her lips before sliding the keycard through the slot on the gold door handle. He pushed the door open and waited at the door. Olivia moved past him, entering the room. She paused, looking back at him after noticing a big round box of white roses sitting on the bed. Her jaw dropped, "Oh my God, Fitz. They are beautiful." She said, bending down, taking a whiff of the flowery scent. Picking one of the roses from the box, she peeled the petals off, and sprinkled them across the bed. Fitz walked behind her, snaking his arms around her waist.
"Do you remember?" He asked in a husky, deep voice.
"My first time?" Olivia asked.
"Mmmmhmmm." He said.
Olivia nodded as a shiver went down her spine, "yes, baby." She turned in his arms, "I remember everything about it, Fitz. The way you held me and took your time with me. It was just what I wanted for my first time." Her hands stroked his cheeks, sliding down over his hardened chest, stopping at his belt buckle. "I want to taste you."
Fitz held her hands in place, "Baby, this trip is for you. Let me take care of you first."
Her nimble fingers began undoing his belt, "This trip is for us."
Fitz moved quickly to the drawer next to the bed and pulled out a pair of red dice. He threw them up in the air, catching them in the palm of his hand, smirking, "Let's play for it."
"I'm very competitive, Fitz." Olivia stated, pulling him by his shirt, pushing him down on the bed.
He chuckled, sitting up on his elbows, "Even numbers are yours. I'll take odd. If you roll an even number, take something off. If I roll an odd number, I'll do the same."
"What happens if I roll one of your numbers, hotshot?" Olivia asked.
"If we roll each other's number, keep your clothes on. Whoever is naked first, looses. The person still dressed, takes whatever they want." He rolled his tongue over his lips, placing the dice in Olivia's hand, "Ladies first."
Olivia tossed the dice in the air and yelped when the dice landed on the mattress revealing a 9. She stuck out her tongue and giggled, "I keep my clothes on."
Fitz gathered the dice in his hands, kissing them before tossing them on the mattress, "Shit," he cursed, looking at the 7 he just rolled. His voice deep, with a low groan, "What do you want me to take off?"
Sucking in her bottom lip, twirling her finger around a loose curl, "your shirt…take it off." She picked up the dice, rolling them across the mattress, sucking in her teeth when she saw the dice turn to the number 4.
"Your panties." Fitz snickered.
Olivia huffed slipping off her purple thongs from under her pink and gray flowery dress. She wished she had worn her jeans but she remembered the last time she flew on the jet and Abby's discussion about jeans.
Fitz rolled a 11 next, "Son of a bitch." He cursed.
Olivia pointed with a smile, "Jeans."
Fitz slowly unbuckled his jeans, standing from the mattress, and slid them over his hips. His huge bulge pressed against his Calvin Klein boxer shorts. He licked his lips and ran his hand over his erection, cupping it in the palm of his hand. "We could stop playing." He teased.
"No, I'm winning. Stop distracting me. It's my turn." Olivia said, opening and closing the palm of her right hand, requesting the dice.
Fitz pulled her flush against his body, nipping at her lips. Olivia pushed out of his arms. "Fittzzzz." She whined, snatching the dice from his hand, throwing them in the air, rolling a 2.
"What!?" She groaned, looking down at the dice.
"Dress, pretty lady." Fitz said, clapping his hands together.
"Fitz, you're still going to lose." Olivia said.
"Your dress, sweetheart." He said, ignoring her comment.
She flung her dress over her head, tossing it on the floor. His dick jumped at the sight of Olivia only in her bra. Pre-cum seeped from the tip of his dick and smeared against the fabric of his boxers. "Liv…please." He begged, trying to control himself from leaping across the bed and pinning her underneath him.
Olivia crossed her arms in front of her chest, "Nope. Keep playing, Mr. I want to play a game. I could've been sucking your dick by now." She giggled.
Fitz arched his eyebrow, blinking rapidly at her comment, "Fuck…Liv. I like it when you talk dirty."
She smirked, "I told you I was competitive."
Fitz rolled a 5, 9, and a 4. He was pretty much naked except for one sock while Olivia still had her bra in place. "Last roll." She said, sucking in her bottom lip, handing the dice to Fitz. He rolled a 7 and Olivia leaned toward him, "I won."
He fell back on the pillows, stroking his dick, "I wanted you to win."
She ran her tongue over his lips, trailing it down his heated skin, circling his belly button. A sexy grin etched on her face as she wrapped her hand around his engorged shaft. Her tongue peeked out, licking over the damp crown. A guttural moan of pleasure escaped his lips. She pursed her lips, pressing them over the slit, sliding down over his throbbing heat. "Ahhhhhh!" Fitz moaned, lifting his hands to her hair, clenching her curls through his fingers.
She sucked in her cheeks, swirling her tongue, gliding up and down her hot, tight mouth. A ragged groan rumbled through his chest and he whispered her name in delight. Her fingers cupped his balls, toying with them. His hips rose from the mattress, slowly thrusting, guiding himself deeper in her mouth. "Yes, baby, keep going. It feels so good. Shhiitttt!" He groaned, curling his fingers around the sheets, gripping them tightly. The combination of having him in her mouth and his moans sent a surge of emotions through Olivia, peaking her arousal.
She struggled attempting to get her fingers between her legs, needing an immediate release. Fitz opened his eyes, watched as she squirmed and panted. "Baby," he whispered, "sit on my face." Her eyes met his and she released his dick with a pop. He lifted her above his head, shifting her until her pussy was flushed against his mouth and her lips faced his erection. Olivia whimpered as his lips parted her pussy, sucking, nipping, licking. She gripped his shaft with her hand, working her mouth slow and easy, sucking him, tonguing him. His tongue circled around her clit rapidly, "Ohhhh…Ohhhh…Ohhhhh…Yessssss." Olivia cried out gyrating her hips as the juices saturated her walls, flowing into his mouth. Her movements on him, stopped during her orgasm. As soon as her body calmed, she took him in her mouth again, sucking with strong and fast flickering lashes of her tongue. "Fuck…shit…yes…damn…that's it. Baby, I'm gonna come." Fitz mumbled. His balls were so tight they were torturous. Her mouth, lips, and tongue destroyed him. "Liv, I can't hold back. Ease up."
She didn't.
Her mouth sucked, her tongue licked, her fingers played with his balls. "Baby, please." He begged one last time, holding in his release. A strangled cry tore from his throat with the first spurt of semen. His body tightened, holding her in place, filling her mouth. She licked down his shaft in a soothing motion, easing the sharp heavy contractions pulsating through his still hard shaft. She slid her mouth up, swallowing, and licked her lips. She shifted her body around, straddling his lap. He was speechless, his head was leaned against the pillow and he couldn't move. She lowered her lips to his, kissing him, letting him taste himself on her lips.
She eased up, centering her core over his still hardened dick. He leaned up, devouring her lips as she rode him, hard. "Damn," Fitz moaned, "you're gonna kill me. He watched her breast bounce in front of his face, before cupping them and flicking his thumb over each nipple. "Mmmmm, make me cum Fitz." Olivia moaned, tilting her head back, gyrating her hips in a circular motion. Her body convulsed and bucked as her orgasm hit, shockwaves moved throughout her body and her body felt numb. She fell flushed against his chest as he pumped fast and hard inside her. He held her tight as his seed ricocheted inside her, spilling down her legs. "I can't move, Fitz." Olivia whispered.
"Don't." He said, running his fingers down her back.
Olivia's eyes drifted closed with Fitz buried deep inside her.
After some time, she stirred, causing Fitz to slip out of her and wake up. She kissed the side of his neck, "I'm hungry."
His fingers lazily stroked her cheek, creating small circles, "Do you want food or something else?"
She smirked, "I need food, Fitz."
He chuckled, "Ok. I was making sure. Do you want to go downstairs or stay up here?"
"Stay here. Pizza is fine." She answered.
"Pizza it is. Ummm…I just need you to shift over a little, so I can order it." Fitz said.
Olivia rolled off of him, curling into his side like a lazy kitten. Fitz reached for the phone on the nightstand, ordering room service. They dozed off again and was awakened by a knock on the door. Fitz draped his body with the white terry cloth robe from the closet. Olivia pulled the covers up, covering her naked body. He wheeled the small table inside, moving it close to the bed. "I ordered a bunch of shit." He announced with a grin. Olivia smiled, lifting the silver tops off the food, grabbing two plates and placing them on the bed. Fitz lifted the slices of pizza from the tray and plated them. He propped behind Olivia, naked, allowing her to use his chest as a pillow. She clicked on the TV, moving the buttons up and down on the remote, trying to find a movie. She nuzzled her back close to Fitz, sinking her teeth into the slice of pizza.
X
Fitz stood at the foot of the bed and watched as Olivia's back rose and fell with each breath. Earlier, he'd managed out of her tight grip and spent some time at the gym. He worked his body to the limit pushing it more than he probably should have. He couldn't get his mind to shut off. Every time the thought of telling her about the conversation with his father flashed in his mind he pushed harder. Sweat dripped from his forehead and he wiped it away with the small white gym towel draped around his neck. There was something about working out that boosted his adrenaline and sex drive. He knelt at the side of the bed and whispered, "Liv, baby."
He lifted the covers from her face, brushing a curl that fell over her eyes. "How was the gym?" She asked, stretching.
"It was fine. I love you." He said.
She sat up on the bed focusing on his deep blue gray eyes. She couldn't quite put her finger on it but there was a sadness to his demeanor. She brushed her hand down his cheek and he lazily tilted his head toward it. "Come lay with me." She suggested.
"I'm sweaty." He said.
"Baby, please." She begged, pulling him down on the mattress.
Her breathing hitched at the way he looked at her. A mix of desire and fear. She stood on her knees, yanking off his shirt, peppering kisses down his chest. Her hand pushed down his shorts releasing his hard member. He tossed the blanket back and hovered over her, devouring her lips, roughly. He sucked in her bottom lip, entering her with one swift stroke. Olivia arched off the mattress, "Fitzzzzz." She crooned.
"Open wider for me," he growled.
She wrapped her legs around his broad back, pushing her heels deep in his flesh. His strokes were intense, deep, hard and rough. His lips fell to her neck, sucking in her flesh, scraping his teeth against her skin. "Babbbyyyyy," Olivia cried out, fisting the sheets as her orgasm hit like a crashing wave.
He slid out of her swiftly. Olivia whimpered from the break in connection, "What happened?"
He brought her to the edge of the bed, placing her legs high on his shoulders, entering her again. "Fuuuucckkk!" Olivia moaned. He stroked deeper, cupping her breasts, roughly. "Mine." He groaned. "Tell me, Liv…Tell me it's mine."
"It's yours, Fitz. Yes…Yes…it's yours." She moaned, meeting his thrusts, clenching her pussy around him. His body jerked, releasing hot spurts of his seed inside her. Collapsing on top of her, he whispered, "I…I…didn't mean to be so rough, Liv."
Olivia fluttered her eyes open, "I liked it. Don't apologize, Fitz."
He stumbled back, bringing her up with him, "I want you to know, I love you very much, Olivia."
"I love you too, Fitz, but you're scaring me. Is everything ok?" She asked, pushing back from his embrace.
"Order something to eat. I planned a really nice day for us." He swallowed hard, pulling away from her, needing space. Come hell or high water he wasn't going to mess up the day he'd planned for her. He would tell her, eventually.
He stepped inside the shower, resting his back against the cool tile, allowing the beads of warm water to hit his skin. "She's going to hate me." He repeated over and over, lathering his body with soap and rinsing off.
Light tapping came on the door and Olivia entered. "Breakfast is here." She said.
He nodded, "ok," and stepped out of the shower, wrapping the warm terry cloth towel around his waist.
Olivia blew him a kiss before slowly closing the door and walking back inside the bedroom. She'd lost her appetite worrying about what was wrong with Fitz. Her mind had come up with several good and bad scenarios. She was overthinking it for sure. Lost in her thoughts, she didn't hear Fitz step out of the bathroom and walk inside the room. "Baby, you ok?" He asked, fully dressed. She wrapped the robe tightly around her waist, lifting the tops off the silver platters. "Yeah," she answered.
He smeared butter and syrup on his waffle, forking it and putting it in his mouth. Olivia eyed his actions, looking for a clue into his thougths, softly speaking, "I'm excited about today."
"Me too, beautiful." He smiled.
"We haven't been back to Vegas, together, since we met." Olivia said, sipping her tea.
"You're right." Fitz answered.
Olivia finished eating, showering, and dressed for the day. She wore a pair of black skinny jeans and a black and white sweater top. Fitz watched as she moved around the room, digging in the suitcase for her makeup bag. She glossed her plump lips with a light lipstick, making a popping sound when she finished. "Ready," she said, blowing Fitz a kiss over her shoulder.
Fitz led the way through the lobby toward the gondola ride. He turned, facing her, "I know we've done this before but it was the first thing we did the night of your birthday. It was the moment I knew you were the one for me."
Olivia smiled stepping inside the black boat. She nuzzled next to Fitz, resting her head on his shoulder, inhaling the scent of his cologne. It was intoxicating and it took her back to the day she met him. As they floated through the vibrant Venetian streetscape the gondolier began singing "That's Amore!" Olivia held up her phone, snapping several pictures. She kissed the side of his cheek and he turned giving her a real kiss on the lips. He sung the last line of the song, stroking the side of her cheek.
They stepped off the boat heading out of the Venetian toward the Bellagio. Fitz placed Olivia in front of the fountain and whispered, "Watch and listen." She listened to the first song and it sounded familiar. The second and third song played and it clicked, it was the playlist she had sent to him several weeks ago expressing her love to him. As each song played, the water jumped and danced all around.
"I added one song." He said, linking his hand with hers. "Fitzgerald," she yelped. "Is this…"
The song played and a tear fell from her eye. He'd added the song, "When I fall in love." It was the song he used in California, when he told her he loved her.
She rambled through her tears, throwing her arms around his neck,"I…I…um…Fitz…I love you so much. You're my everything, baby." They swayed to the sound of the music and watched as the water shot up from the fountain, moving to the beat of the song.
Olivia tried to compose herself, wiping her eyes from the tears that kept falling. Fitz held her hand tight as they entered a cab, riding down the Las Vegas strip. He checked his watch and realized they were right on schedule. The cab stopped in front of the Vegas Balloon Rides Welcome Center. He held out his hand motioning Olivia to walk with him. He gave his name at the desk and they followed the tour guide to a huge colorful hot air balloon. Olivia's grip tightened around his hand, halting her steps. "Baby, I can't."
"Liv, what's wrong?" He asked.
Her lip quivered from fear, "No, baby. I'm scared."
He locked his arms around her waist, bringing her close to him, "I'll hold you the entire time. I promise."
"Fitz, please is there something else we could do." She begged, looking around.
"Beautiful, I want to show you how amazing it is. It's safe. I had everything checked out before I booked it. You can trust me." He said.
"I don't know about this, Fitz." Olivia said swallowing hard taking his hand, stepping inside the small woven basket. The navigator stepped on, lifting the balloon high in the sky. Her stomach swirled and she leaned back against Fitz for support. As the balloon drifted higher, his arms tightly wrapped around her waist. After 30 mins of floating in the air, Olivia relaxed in his arms.
"It's beautiful, Fitz." She stated in a soft tone.
"Not as beautiful as you." He smiled, kissing the side of her neck.
She figured it was the perfect time to try and get him to talk about what was bothering him. She looked straight into the clouds and asked, "Are we ok?"
He sighed, "What's your deal breaker, Liv?"
"Deal breaker? What are you talking about?" She asked.
"What's the one thing that is unforgiveable?" He asked.
"Cheating!" She answered without hesitation.
He sighed, "I wouldn't cheat on you, Liv. You mean too much to me."
"Neither would I, Fitz. Loyalty means everything to me." She said as the balloon descended down, touching the ground. She was grateful when they stepped off and there were two glasses of champagne waiting on a small table. She guzzled it down, calming her nerves, requesting another one.
They took the short cab ride back to the Las Vegas strip. Olivia eyed the mall across the street, begging, "Baby, I know you don't like shopping, but, can…we…go…inside…please."
"We can go." He said, pulling her hand so they could cross the street before the light changed.
He followed behind her in every store like a love-sick puppy. Whatever she wanted he bought it. He didn't ask about the price, only placing the items on the counter and handing the store clerk his black American Express card. Their arms were laden with shopping bags when Olivia passed the Versace store.
"One more store, pleeaasseee." Olivia whined.
"Baby, we don't have any more arms." He chuckled.
He attempted to open the glass doors as she breezed inside the store. She went straight to a black and white polka dot dress that was hanging on the wall. "You would look amazing in it," he said, taking it down from the wall. "Try it on, beautiful."
She dropped the bags at his feet, cradling the dress in her hand, and rushed inside the dressing room. The sound of the dressing room door clicked and she turned toward the door. "Fitz, you can't be in here."
"I like it." He answered, walking toward her, pushing her flushed against his body.
"Fitz we can't." She whispered.
"We can. I locked the door." He said.
"We're in a public dressing room. No…absolutely not." She said, moving out of his embrace, attempting to unzip the dress.
"I got it." He said, strolling to her, swatting her hands away, unzipping the dress.
He ran his hands up and down the curves of her body, planting tender kisses in the crook of her neck. Her breathing hitched as he carried her to the wall, lifting the bottom of the dress, bringing it over her hips. "You want me to stop?" He asked, lust and desire filled his cerulean blue eyes.
"No," She said.
His fingers hooked her thong, sliding it over her hips. "We have to be quiet," he said placing one finger over her lips with a devilish smile. He lowered his head under the fabric of the dress, separating her legs with soft kisses up and down her legs. She rested her hands on his broad shoulders as he licked, sucked, and rimmed his tongue over her clit. Olivia lifted her hand to her mouth, gently biting down on it, trying to stifle the scream that was on the tip of her tongue.
Her orgasm shattered throughout her body causing her hips to buck back and forward, hitting the wall several times.
"Ma'am are you ok?" She heard the salesperson ask from outside the dressing room door.
Olivia tapped Fitz on the shoulder, but he was relentless with his tongue movements, "I'mmmmm finnneeeee." She yelped.
"Ok!" The salesperson said.
Fitz rose with a smirk.
"Oh my God, Fitzgerald!" Olivia giggled into her hand.
"I'm not done." He said, lifting her, wrapping her legs around his waist. Her head tilted back against the wall and her eyes closed as he entered her. "Uhhhhhh…Ahhhhhhh!" Olivia moaned, running her fingers through his curls, devouring his lips. Olivia opened her eyes and watched their reflection in the full-length mirror. "Fuucckkk" She moaned, watching as he dipped his knees, pushing deeper inside her. A low drawn out cry tore from her lips as he released inside her. He held her in place until her legs dropped to the floor and he pulled out of her. Olivia instantly felt his seed trickle down her leg. She held the fabric of the dress up while Fitz searched inside her purse for a tissue. He gently wiped between her legs as Olivia lifted the dress over her head.
"I hope no one heard us." Olivia said, slipping on her shirt.
"I'm sure they heard you." He chuckled.
Olivia gathered her things and the dress in her hand. She walked to the register attempting to keep a straight face.
"Did you find everything you needed?" The salesperson asked.
"Yes," Olivia said.
She bagged up the items and handed the bag to Olivia with a smile, "What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas."
"Did you…" Olivia asked.
"You're not the first." The salesperson said.
Fitz gathered the bags on his arms and waited for Olivia at the door.
"They heard us." Olivia said, walking past him.
"Good." He smirked.
"I can't believe we had sex in a dressing room." Olivia said.
"First time for everything." He chuckled.
X
They arrived back at the Venetian, settling in the room for a brief nap before getting ready for dinner. They walked hand in hand throughout the hotel taking a few pictures in front of the huge red 'LOVE' sign, before arriving at Delmonico's Steakhouse. They shared an intimate table for two near the window. Fitz was quiet during dinner. His mind raced and his thoughts were all over the place. He had one more surprise for Olivia. "Are you enjoying yourself?" He asked.
"I am. I love being here with you." She answered.
The chef walked over placing their plates in front of them. Olivia looked up to say thank you when her mouth dropped open. "Wait, aren't you Emeril Lagasse?" She asked.
"In the flesh." He answered.
"You made this?" She asked.
"Yes." He answered.
Fitz watched her eyes light up and her smile brighten. "Baby," she said pointing to Emeril.
"Thank you, Sir." Fitz said, shaking his hand.
"My pleasure, Mr. Grant." Emeril said.
Olivia walked over to Fitz and threw her arms around his neck, kissing him, tenderly. "I love you, baby. Thank you." She said.
Fitz stood, rubbing his thumb over her lips, caressing her cheeks, "Liv my life is so much better because you're in it. I'm a better man because of you. I would give you the world, if you let me. I've never loved anyone as much as I love you." Fitz said.
Olivia stepped back, her hands shook uncontrollably, "Fitz you're not about to do what I think…are you?"
He watched her nervous reaction and took a deep breath, "No, baby, not tonight."
They finished dinner and walked through the hotel, heading back to their room. Olivia walked inside the bathroom and began taking off her make-up. Fitz looked over his shoulder and pulled the small black velvet box from his pocket, placing it at the bottom of the suitcase. He knew if he'd proposed, he was only using it as a tactic not to lose her. He plopped on the bed and dropped his head in his hands. His head pounded from his anxiety and stress. Olivia returned from the bathroom, rambling about the show and he couldn't concentrate on one word she was saying. His stomach churned and he rushed inside the bathroom, lifting the toilet seat, vomiting uncontrollably.
Olivia dodged inside the bathroom and fell to her knees next to him, "Fitz, baby, are you ok?" She asked, rubbing his back, yanking a towel down from the rack.
"Thank you." He said, wiping his mouth.
"Do you think it was the food?" She asked.
"No, it wasn't the food." He answered, standing to rinse out his mouth and wash his hands.
He sighed, "Baby, I need to talk to you."
"Ok." Olivia said, following him inside the bedroom, sitting next to him on the mattress. She reached over, taking his hand in hers. "We can talk about it later if you're not feeling well."
"No, baby, please let me just tell you." Fitz said.
Her heart raced, beating loudly in her chest. She took short breaths trying to control her breathing. She knew from the look on his face, whatever he had to tell her was not good. Her leg shook rapidly. His hand caressed her knee, stopping its movement. His eyes pierced through her with fear. He turned and faced her, "Remember when I came to your school before Thanksgiving?"
"Yes."
"After I left, my dad met me on the plane. He offered to help me bring Sally and Hollis down. I was only thinking about you when I agreed to let him help me. He said Sally would make your life a living hell at work. I wanted to protect you from her. I know what I did was wrong and I'm sorry, baby." He said, glancing at her.
Olivia stood, pacing, her voice raised, almost a scream, "You did what, Fitz?"
"I did it to protect you." He answered.
"Bullshit, Fitz. You can handle Sally and Hollis on your own. You have Huck and Cyrus! You don't need your father." Olivia yelled
"He knows them better than me, Liv. I'm sorry, Liv." He apologized in a soft tone.
Her arms flailed in the air, her body stiff as a board, "Sorry…you know what…I'm tired of hearing sorry from you, Fitz. Your father had fucking cameras in your apartment. He invaded your fucking privacy. He disrespected me and you. I was just getting to a place of comfort and you go and pull this shit. Fuck you and your father. I…am…done!" She fell to the bed, dropping her head in her hands, "I love you Fitz but I can't do this anymore."
"Baby," he said rushing to her, kneeling down in front of her, grabbing her hand. "Liv, please."
She stood, pushing him away from him, "Don't touch me, Fitz."
"Liv," He begged.
"Call him." She demanded.
"Call who?" Fitz asked.
"Your father." She yelled.
He reached in his back pocket for his phone, dialing the number, glancing at Olivia. She was furiously wiping tears from her eyes.
"Hi son." Jerry answered through the speaker on the phone.
"Tell him you don't need him to fix this Fitz. Tell him." She boomed.
"Son is everything alright?" Jerry asked, concerned.
"Pops, I'm going to handle Sally and Hollis. I shouldn't have asked for your help." Fitz said.
"Oh! I have a plan in place, Fitzgerald." Jerry stated, firmly.
"We don't need your help, Jerry." Olivia screamed into the phone.
"Fitzgerald what is going on?" Jerry asked.
"I made a mistake asking for your help with Hollis and Sally. I can handle it." Fitz answered.
"Can I speak to Olivia?" Jerry asked.
"No!" Olivia answered.
Jerry began to speak, "Let me first apologize for my behavior toward you, Olivia. I had no business invading your privacy like I did. I was wrong. I didn't mean to cause discontent in your relationship with my son. My father controlled my life making it hard for me to do anything on my own. I am only doing what was taught to me. I want to do better as a father. I realize my son truly loves you and no matter how many daggers I throw at him, he will always choose you. I'll pull back my plan for Hollis and Sally. Understand, Sally is ruthless, Olivia. She doesn't like being threatened. Whatever plan Fitz puts in place has to be executed wisely. If not, she will make you suffer. Once again, I apologize to the both of you."
"I don't believe you, Jerry." Olivia said.
"That's fair, Olivia. All I can do is use this time to show you and Fitz that I'm sincere."
Olivia sniffled, "I'm done."
"I have to go." Fitz said, hanging up.
He was shocked by the conversation from his father but he needed to focus on Olivia. She was still visibly upset. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and walked toward the window where she stood. "Maybe you're right, Olivia. I've done enough damage in your life. Maybe we should go our separate ways." His mouth spoke faster than his brain could register the words. What was he doing? He hated seeing her upset and crying. He shrugged, "I can get another room."
"I need some air, Fitz." Olivia wiped at her eyes, whizzing past him, moving toward the door.
He cleared his throat, holding back the tears that threatened to fall, "Will you be back?"
She glanced at him, noticing the sadness in his deep blue eyes, "Yes."
The door slammed shut and Fitz fell to the floor, tossing his phone across the room.
X
Olivia guzzled her third glass of red wine when a gentleman sat down on the stool next to her. She sighed, alerting the bartender for another glass of wine. The bartender arched his eyebrow knowing that he needed to cut her off.
"Rough night in Vegas?" The gentleman asked.
She rolled her eyes ignoring his comment.
"I don't bite. Just trying to strike up friendly conversation with a beautiful woman." He said.
"I'm not interested in your conversation." Olivia snipped.
She continued sipping the red liquid, feeling somewhat light headed.
"Olivia is that you?" She heard a voice from behind her. She recognized it immediately, shaking her head.
"Hi Peter." She said.
It was Fitz's uncle.
Peter leaned against the bar blocking the other gentleman's view. The man stood, tossing money on the counter. "She's a hard nut to crack." He said.
"Fuck off," Peter said. "Are you here alone or is Fitz with you?"
"He's here. Upstairs." She answered, lifting her wine glass.
Peter noticed the puffiness of her eyes, and handed her a napkin as a tear fell. "Everything ok?"
"Not really," She said.
He eased onto the stool next to her, "I'm a good listener," he said.
"I shouldn't get you involved, Peter." Olivia said.
"I'm already involved. You're sitting in a bar, crying. By the way I asked." Peter said.
She could have just called her friends and talked to them or her mother instead of blurting out her business to Fitz's uncle. But he was there and she needed to talk to someone before making a rash decision. She took a deep breath before speaking, "I love Fitz. I really do. I've never loved anyone as much as I love him. It's just…in these last six months we've been through so much in our relationship. We've had some good times, don't get me wrong. It's just…I don't know what to do, Peter. I want to be in a relationship without all of the BS. My mind keeps telling me to leave, but my heart wants to stay."
Peter took a few sips of his drink, before speaking, "I'm sorry this is happening, Olivia. I do know my nephew loves you a great deal. I've watched the two of you together and your love is genuine and true. Not everyone finds that type of love. Has my nephew shared the plans he has for his new law firm?"
"No." Olivia answered
"Let me show you something." Peter said, flipping open his IPAD. He touched on a few buttons and the architectural design of a building popped up.
"Take a look." He said, pushing the IPAD closer to her.
Olivia sighed, "What does this have to do with me?"
"Look closer." Peter said
"All I see is an office building. This has nothing to do with me, Peter." Olivia said, squinting her eyes toward the screen.
He moved the picture and widened the screen. "Next to the law firm, what do you see?"
She glanced closer and read the words, "Olivia's school."
"Is that what I think it is?" She asked.
"He's building you a school, Olivia." Peter said.
Her eyes widened and jaw dropped, "is this for real?"
"Fitz will make mistakes because he's human, but you should never doubt his love for you. Men aren't always as logical as they think they are. Sometimes, it's up to the women who love them to point that out to them. Don't let Jerry ruin the love you have created with Fitz. I hope I've helped." Peter said, stepping off the stool.
"Thank you, Peter." Olivia said.
"Anytime, Olivia. By the way, I'll let Fitz know I told you about the school. He'll understand." Peter said.
Olivia wobbled slightly off the stool, patting her head.
"Let me take you to your room." Peter said, reaching out his hand.
They rode the elevator in silence.
The elevator doors peered open, Olivia turned to Peter, "Do you want to come in and say hi to Fitz?"
"No, I'm sure the both of you need time to talk." He said, slightly waving while pressing the button on the elevator.
Olivia slid the key into the slot and pressed on the door handle when it lit up green. Standing with her back against the door, she watched Fitz move around the room talking on the phone. She could tell he was talking to Huck. The words Peter spoke resonated with her. She also remembered the words her mother repeated to her about love when she was a little girl…Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Fitz was all of those things and she wasn't ready to give up on him or their relationship.
"Fitz," Olivia whispered as the door closed behind her.
His head snapped around and he stood in place unsure of what to do. He muffled a soft, "Hi,"
"Hi," Olivia said, twirling the piece of fabric at the bottom of her shirt.
He placed the glass filled with scotch on the dresser, clearing his throat, "I didn't mean what I said earlier, Liv. I want you. I want us. I know I've fucked up your life in more ways than one and I'm sorry. I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make you happy." He blurted out.
She met his gaze, keeping her distance from him, so she could speak, "I want us too, Fitz. I gave myself to you, wholeheartedly. I don't want anyone else. No more secrets…please. I don't believe your father and I'm not sure if I ever will. Maybe he's telling the truth and wants forgiveness but I don't have it in me to give right now."
"I understand, Liv. I deleted and blocked him from my phone. You're important to me right now. Nothing else matters." He said.
She moved a few steps closer to him.
"Where do we go from here?" He asked.
"We leave everything here, including tonight. When we return to DC, let's get back to loving each other." Olivia said.
"I put a plan in place for Sally and Hollis. Huck and Cyrus will make sure they get what they deserve." Fitz said.
"I don't want to talk about them anymore, Fitz." Olivia said, shaking her head.
She took a few more steps closer to him, she was inches away from him. "Lay with me," she asked extending her hand to him.
They eased down on the bed cradling each other until there was no space between them.
"I love you, Olivia. My heart belongs to you." He whispered.
"I love you more than anything, Fitz." Olivia said.
X
Olivia had been up for a while, thinking. Despite being in Fitz's arms the entire night she was still restless. His arm tightly draped around her waist, holding her close against his chest. They were still fully clothed from the night before. She shifted on the mattress, hoping to wake him. His arm pushed her closer into his body. "Don't leave." He whispered.
"I wasn't going anywhere. I was trying to wake you." She said, coyly.
His head rested on the top of her luscious curls. "Did you sleep ok?" He asked.
"I slept fine, baby." She answered.
His heart swelled in his chest from hearing her term of endearment. He hadn't heard it since the day before and he'd missed it.
"I'm glad." He said, lightly kissing the side of her neck.
"Make love to me, Fitz." She whispered.
He wasn't sure if he'd heard her correctly but she repeated it, tugging on his shirt, lifting it over his head. Her fingers swiftly went to his belt buckle, undoing it. He slipped out of his pants and boxers, leaving them on the floor. Olivia planted her knees firmly on the mattress, lifting the dress over her head, revealing her lacy purple bra and thong. His fingers trailed over her curves like the softest feather, his arm snaked around her back, unclasping her bra, and draping it down her shoulders. Trailing soft kisses down her abdomen, he reached the band of her thong, and licked above the fabric. She shivered from the sensation as juices flowed from her walls, saturating the fabric of her panties. He hooked his fingers in the band of her thong bringing it down over her hips, "You're so beautiful. I can't believe you're mine." He whispered.
His touch was light and gentle, caressing each breast, cupping them in his hands, offering a kiss to each one. He paid special attention to each hardened nipple, flicking his tongue up and down. "Yesssss," Olivia hissed, dropping her head back in delight. His lips stole her words as a hungry groan filled the air. She curled her arms around his neck bringing him on top of her. Tilting her head back on the pillow, allowed him to sip, lick and nip at her lips. Her taste intoxicated him. He wanted to sink deep inside her, but hesitated his movements, trying to savor the moment. She arched her hips, whimpering, attempting to push him inside her. She twisted and writhed under him, feening for release. His hands were everywhere and his lips devoured her flesh, licking and sucking, inching toward her abdomen. Her body was on fire and she needed to feel him inside her, she pulled him up, panting. "Fitz…please. I need you inside me."
His dick was painfully hard and throbbed at her entrance. He closed his eyes, remembering their first night together, and slowly pushed inside her. Her pussy stretched with each stroke and tightened around him like a glove. He stroked tortuously slow, inch by inch, giving her all of him. A feeble cry tore from Olivia's lips. Her fingers dug into his broad back as she trailed kisses over his heated flesh. A tiny droplet fell on her forehead and then another one. She fluttered her eyes open, realizing they were tear drops. Her voice cracking, "baby," she said, leaning up kissing his eyelids.
"I…I can't lose you Olivia. I'm so…so…so…sorry." He whispered, dropping his head in the crook of her neck, sucking at her skin. She dropped her legs from his waist, opening wider for him, moaning loudly. He whispered promises and pleas in her ear causing her body to shatter beneath him. "Yes, baby." She answered with each promise. Their bodies convulsed and bucked in sync from their orgasms. They held each other for several minutes, not wanting to break the connection. Fitz slowly moved off Olivia, feeling somewhat embarrassed for letting his emotions get the best of him. She rested her head against his chest, running her fingers up and down his prickly chest hairs. "What time is our flight?" Olivia asked.
"Whatever time we decide." He answered.
"We should shower…together." Olivia said, sliding from the mattress, holding out her hand waiting for him to follow her inside the bathroom.
They spent a few more hours in the hotel room eating and talking. They cuddled on the couch before finally deciding they needed to head back to their reality in DC.
Fitz rolled the suitcase out of the suite, walking toward the elevator. Olivia yanked on his arm, "One minute." He gathered her in his arms, hugging her tightly. She stroked her fingers down his cheek, "We leave everything here, baby…ok?"
"Ok." He said, pecking her lips.
And they did.
A/N: Woosah! So much happened in this chapter, let's chat about it. I love responding to all of your reviews and messages so definitely don't forget to leave one. Fitz is building Olivia a school? Say what! That was a nice surprise. I think Jerry has turned over a new leaf or at least he is trying to. Fitz had a ring! Did you like their stay in Vegas? The next chapter is all about Christmas. I really tried to get it finished for the holiday but I had to finish this chapter first. Thank you for reading this story and all of your support. I really appreciate it. The visual is on my twitter sweetness04FJ.