Chapter 6

Fitz wakes as the sun peaks through the sheer white curtains. He quickly glances at Olivia. Her head is planted deeply in the pillow and her spiral curls cover her face. He knows she's tired but his body craves her. They've been having sex 4x a day. Olivia's sex drive is just as robust as his and he loves it. He looks down and sees the tent of the sheet. He glances at the clock and realizes it's only been a few hours since he had her last. Their last time was hard and rough. He sighs not wanting to wake Olivia. His eyes close as his hand slips under the sheets slowly massaging his shaft. Precum oozes out of the tip and he lowers the sheet, rubbing his thumb and forefinger over the tip of his member, lubricating his skin. A soft moan escapes his lips as he strokes himself faster. He glances at Olivia, making sure she's still asleep. With each stroke, his eyes close in pleasure, his free hand grips the side of the sheet. He's so caught up in the intensity of the pleasure, he doesn't hear Olivia wake. Her voice is soft and subtle, "do you want some help?"

His eyes shoot open and he glances in her direction, "yes please."

"Tell me what you want?" She coos, easing up on her elbow.

"Your pretty little mouth wrapped around me." He answers.

Olivia licks her lips, positioning herself between his legs. She connects her brown doe eyes with his deep blue ones, before consuming his shaft, allowing it to touch the back of her throat.

Fitz peers down at her, "damn!"

Olivia bobs her head up and down, swirling her tongue around his pulsating veins. Needing to see her fully, he lifts her curls and watches as she swallows him whole and comes up swirling her tongue around his tip. He's cursing and gripping the sheets, coming undone right before her eyes and she loves it. His balls tighten in her hands and she knows he's about to explode. She doesn't move instead she allows the saltiness of his seed to penetrate her mouth. Olivia sits back on her legs and waits for Fitz to open his eyes.

His eyes slowly open and she can tell he's in a daze.

She chuckles. "I take it you enjoyed it, Mr. Grant."

"That was…fuck." He states, sitting up on his elbows. "I can barely speak."

Olivia giggles and scoots off the bed, walking inside the bathroom. He joins her, brushing his teeth and washing his face. He smiles as he finishes, and kisses her cheek. "Breakfast is on me."

Olivia smiles and turns on the shower.

It's been two weeks since the wedding and they've grown into a rhythm. A comfortable rhythm. They've learned some of each other's quirks. For example, Fitz likes to sleep naked and Olivia needs a lot of blankets to keep warm. Their work schedule hasn't caused any rifts in their relationship.

Olivia walks inside the kitchen, and wraps her arms around Fitz's waist, nuzzling her head deep in the crook of his neck. "I missed you in the shower."

He turns, bringing his lips to hers, "we would still be in the shower."

Olivia blushes. "I know. What did you make for breakfast?"

"Scrambled eggs with cheese, brown sugar bacon, and biscuits with gravy."

"Damn, Fitz that's a lot of food."

He chuckles, handing her a glass. "Peach Bellini for my wife."

"You're spoiling me." Olivia says, taking the glass from him.

"I aim to please." He states, plating the food.

"We need to clean, babe." Olivia states, biting into a piece of bacon.

"Whyyyyyyyy." Fitz whines.

Olivia giggles. "Babe it's time. After breakfast, let's just get it done."

Fitz wasn't looking forward to cleaning. He didn't have chores as a kid and he didn't clean as an adult. He had people for that. Fitz savors every piece of food on his plate at a snail's pace, taking his time with each bite. Olivia glances at him and knows exactly what he's doing. He's staling. She rolls her eyes and places her plate inside the sink. Before he finishes his last bite, music blasts through the speakers in the bedroom.

"Fuck!" Fitz groans, dropping his plate inside the sink.

It's Saturday. His day off. He can feel his blood starting to boil and he looks over at the makeshift bar, contemplating pouring a drink. Olivia zips past him with the laundry basket filled with clothes. She knows he's sulking and she refuses to entertain his behavior. Fitz slowly walks inside the bathroom and looks under the sink for the cleaning supplies, everything looks foreign to him. He pulls out a spray bottle and some paper towels. He sprays the sink a few times and almost gags at the toxic smell mixed with lemon. He wipes the sink with the paper towel. Olivia returns and pats him on the ass, "looking good Mr. Clean."

"Liv." He calls to her, while she hurriedly walks out of the bathroom.

"You're not getting out of this, Fitz." She looks over her shoulder.

Fitz covers his nose and sprays the sink, toilet, and shower. He turns on the shower and lets the water cascade over the soapy substance and watches as it runs down the drain. He quickly wipes down the sink with a towel. He flushes the toilet and steps out of the bathroom. He notices Olivia cleaning the kitchen. It appears she's enjoying it. Her hips sway to the music as she wipes down the stove and the countertop. He wipes his brow and plops down on the couch. "I'm done with this cleaning shit."

Olivia chuckles. "I guess you won't be folding the clothes."

"Just throw my shit in the closet."

"Stop acting like a baby." Olivia snickers.

The buzzer on the dryer beeps loudly and Olivia walks to the machine opening the door, taking out the clothes. She sits on the couch and starts to fold them. Fitz has no interest in helping her. She tosses a pair of boxer briefs at him, "babe, are you gonna help me?"

"Fuck!" Fitz yells out.

Olivia huffs and rolls her eyes. "I'll do it, never mind."

"Is this what you do on Saturday mornings?" He asks, yanking out his white t-shirt from the basket, folding it.

"A house doesn't clean itself, Fitzgerald."

"This is bullshit, Olivia. I'm not spending my days off cleaning." Fitz groans.

Olivia shakes her head. "You're a brat."

"I'm a what!" Fitz stands, fuming. "Fuck this. I don't need this shit from you." He grabs the bottle of scotch and a glass from the makeshift bar before opening and slamming the balcony door.

Olivia jumps at the sound of the door closing. "Stop filming." She shakes her head and glances at Tom. "I need a minute."

She walks inside the bathroom and presses her back firmly against the door before sliding down to the floor. She places her head in her hands, taking deep breaths. After a few minutes, she stands and looks at herself in the mirror. She wipes the lone tear that is threatening to fall from her eye. She steps out of the bathroom and sees Fitz scrolling through his phone on the balcony. She moves quickly to the door, ready to give him a piece of her mind. She hesitates as the camera crew moves in close to where she's standing. She zips past them and walks through the dining room, leaving the apartment. Tom follows her.

"Olivia, wait."

"Tom, I'm not filming right now."

"We have to film the good and the bad."

"I know. I just…" Olivia hears the apartment door click open.

The cameraman walks out. "Tom should we start taping Mr. Grant? He's back inside the apartment."

"Yes."

"I need to talk to Fitz." Olivia states, pushing past Tom, walking inside.

Fitz is in the closet picking out an outfit for the scheduled dinner with his friend.

Olivia rubs her palms together and stands at the door of the closet. "Can we talk?"

"I need to get ready."

Olivia takes a deep breath and cuts her eyes at the cameraman. "I'm not doing this in front of the cameras." She grabs Fitz's hand and walks inside the bathroom. "Take off your mic." She demands.

"Olivia."

Her voice raises, "do it."

They both take off their mics and Fitz turns on the sink and the shower to drown out their voices.

"I'm sorry." Olivia states.

He lifts her chin with his finger. "No, I should be the first to apologize. I was an asshole and I should have never talked to you like that. I'm sorry." Fitz wraps his arms around her waist, bringing her into him, resting his head on top of hers. "I'm really sorry Olivia. You're my wife and I don't want to hurt you."

Olivia was the first one to pull from the embrace. She rests her palms on the edge of the sink, looking down. "This was a dumb misunderstanding, Fitz."

"I know." He sits on the edge of the tub, resting his elbows on his knees. "I don't want to mess this up."

Olivia sits next to him and links her fingers with his. "I didn't grow up with a silver spoon in my mouth, so I don't know what it's like to have everything done for me. Growing up, I had chores." Olivia's face lit up as she recalled the memory. "On Saturday mornings, my mom would turn on the Temptations and blast the music throughout the house." She chuckles. "My brother and I knew it was time to clean. I don't know anything different, Fitz. At the time, it was fun and one of the ways my family spent time together."

Fitz swallows hard, standing and running his fingers through his curls. "I didn't grow up like that, Livvie. My dad was never around. He worked a lot. My mom tried to make up for his absence by being present as much as she could, but she had her career." He shakes his head. "I grew up with a full-time staff. When I came home from school, my snacks were prepared by a well-known chef, and my room was always cleaned, definitely not by me."

Fitz looks at the door after hearing several knocks.

Olivia stands. "We should get back to taping."

Fitz hands her the small black box and mic. "Although we come from two different backgrounds I don't want it to tear us apart." He trails his hand down the side of her cheek. "Will you let me take care of you?"

Olivia nods and leans into his hand. "If you promise to be open and learn from the things that are important to me."

He pecks her lips, keeping his lips resting on hers. "I will."

She parts her lips, accepting his tongue as it swirls deep inside her mouth. A soft moan escapes her lips and she pushes him against the wall. His hands roam her body, cupping her breasts, as he deepens the kiss.

"Mr. and Mrs. Grant we need to start taping." Tom speaks.

"Tonight?" Fitz asks, opening the door.

"Mmmhmmm." Olivia smiles, linking her fingers with his.

They walk to the couch hand in hand, portraying a happy couple. Fitz picks up a shirt and starts to fold it, smiling at Olivia. She lovingly pecks his lips.

"Stop taping!" Tom yells. "What's going on?"

Olivia shrugs. "We made up."

"Here's the deal. We can't just tape the happy moments. We need to keep the audience engaged with your story." Tom states, sitting on the couch next to Olivia.

"Tom, this is our real life. I don't want it portrayed on television like it's an episode of Love and Hip Hop."

Tom rests his blue pen on his ear. "I don't create those types of shows. I understand this is your life, however, you signed a contract."

Fitz clears his throat, placing his hand on Olivia's knee. He can see the annoyance in her expression. "We understand about the contract, however, we've chosen not to display everything on television."

Tom huffs. "This was your first real disagreement and it would have been nice for us to capture it. I really like you as a couple and I want you to be a fan favorite once the show ends. Let me do my part and I promise to make sure your story is told the right way."

Olivia glances at Fitz before looking at Tom. "Ok."

X

Fitz positions the small camera in his car, facing him. His baby blue eyes are centered in the camera. "This is Fitzgerald Grant. I'm heading to meet up with a friend. I hope ya'll give me a chance out there and don't talk too bad about me. I'm a work in progress. I'm glad my wife is understanding. Dueces." He states, clicking off the camera. He was on his way to have dinner with his friend and business partner, Andrew Nichols.

He glances in the rearview mirror and sees the black van with the camera crew following him. He sighs as he speeds down the road towards the restaurant. Once he arrives at the restaurant, he greets Andrew with a handshake and a quick hug.

Andrew sits and looks down at the small piece of white paper provided by the producer, hidden by a napkin, and asks the first question. "How's married life?"

Fitz takes a deep breath, "good, but a little challenging." Fitz answers.

"Challenging? It's only been a few weeks, Grant. You should still be in the honeymoon phase." Andrew states.

Fitz nods at the waitress when she places the drink on the table. "More like the reality phase. It was nice when we were on our honeymoon. We didn't have a care in the world, it was just us. Now we're home and I'm realizing I have a lot to learn about my wife."

"That's what happens when you marry a stranger." Andrew states.

Fitz chuckles.

"What are you learning about your wife?" Andrew asks.

"I spent the morning doing chores and my wife called me a brat." Fitz states.

Andrew chuckles. "Chores? I've never known you to clean anything."

Fitz swirls the brown liquid in the glass and brings it to his lips with a smirk, "exactly. It wasn't my idea."

"Sounds like you're pissed about it."

"I wasn't too happy about the brat comment, but we talked about it and reached an understanding."

"She called you a brat?" Andrew laughs.

"She did, and why is that so funny. I'm not a brat." Fitz states.

"Ok…" Andrew arches his eyebrow. "You have brat-like tendencies."

"Whatever."

Andrew leans his elbows on the table. "Fitzgerald Grant…I've been your friend since we were in diapers. Your mother spoiled you rotten. When you don't get your way or don't like something you tend to throw a fit. Do you remember when we started looking for properties for the business?"

"Yes."

"What happened after we saw the third property and you didn't like it?"

"I fired the realtor."

"My point exactly."

"Drew, the realtor was showing us bullshit properties and you know it."

"The properties were fine. You wanted to have your way."

"And you wanted to fuck her." Fitz says.

Andrew grins. "Look, Grant. I know how to deal with you and Olivia will learn as time goes on. Marriage is about compromise. You can't always have your way. It won't work."

"Ok. I get it."

"Good. How do you think I've made it this far being married to Heidi?"

Fitz laughs. "I just figured you let her control your bank account."

"You have so much to learn my friend." Andrew smiles.

Fitz smiles.

Andrew glances at the questions again. "What was it like being on a honeymoon with strangers?"

"It was cool. We meshed well with the other couples."

"Anything of significance happened on the honeymoon?" Andrew asks.

Fitz guzzles the rest of his drink. "We figured each other out. Consummated the marriage."

"Consummated the marriage?" Andrew asks, leaning back in his seat, crossing his arms.

Fitz smiles. "I'm pleased."

Andrew twirls the toothpick around his tongue. "I'm assuming she meets the high expectations you have in the bedroom."

Fitz nods, noticing the production team breaking down the equipment.

Andrew stands and removes the small microphone and black box from his back pocket. "Shit, man, how do you deal with all of this on a daily basis?"

Fitz laughs. "I'm getting used to it."

"I couldn't have someone watching my every move." Andrew states, following Fitz out of the restaurant. "It was good seeing you."

"Same." Fitz responds.

X

Olivia pulls down the visor in her car, gliding the maroon lip gloss over her plump lips, fingering her luscious girls. She adjusts the mounted camera on her dashboard and turns it on. "Hi everyone. I'm on my way to see one of my friends, Abby. I'm so excited to catch up with her. Fitz and I are fine. We just experienced a little hiccup earlier but we made up. He's so different from me so I'm learning what works best for us. Keep watching." She states, before pressing the button on the camera turning it off.

After entering the restaurant, she rushes over to Abby, hugging her tightly. Olivia smiles as she releases from the embrace. "I miss you."

Olivia squeals. "Yes, me too."

The couples on the show were only allowed to have communication with family and friends who signed a non-disclosure agreement. They had to keep their social media accounts private and couldn't communicate with the public. The 'Wait for Love' production team ran a tight ship. If couples violated the contract it was a hefty $50,000 fine. Olivia was grateful Abby agreed to sign the non-disclosure agreement and appear on the show.

"I'm so happy you're here." Olivia states.

"It's been a while." Abby states. "I still can't believe you're married."

"Girl…I know." Olivia states, dropping her fork inside her mashed potatoes.

"Tell me everything." Abby squeals.

Olivia chuckles. "Being married has its perks."

Abby leans her elbows on the table. "What are the perks?"

"I'm so attracted to my husband and I can't keep my hands off of him."

"Ohhhhh, how exciting. Just think you have him for the rest of your life." Abby chuckles.

"I know." Olivia smiles.

"Both of you are from different backgrounds, how is that going?" Abby asks.

"We had our first disagreement today." Olivia states, sipping her wine. "Fitz isn't used to doing basic tasks like cleaning. For me, it's no big deal. I'm used to it. We were supposed to clean the apartment and it didn't go so well."

"What happened?"

"Fitz grew up with a full-time staff. His parents were busy with their careers so he did the bare minimum. Unlike me, my parents had us cleaning every Saturday morning. It was a routine in my house. I didn't think it would be a big deal for him. He pouted the entire morning so I called him a brat."

"Oh."

"I said it playfully, but it ticked him off. He left the room and spent hours on the balcony."

"How did you feel about his actions?"

"I was pissed too. He cursed at me and stormed off like a spoiled child." Olivia shakes her head. "I didn't cry but I was on the verge of cursing his ass out."

Abby laughs.

"We talked about it and he apologized. He told me a little about his upbringing which made me understand why he acted out."

"Do you think that is how he deals with conflict?"

"I hope not. Time will tell."

"Yeah, your right."

"I'm in this for the long haul, Abs. My heart is already invested."

"Wow."

Olivia smiles.

X

Olivia walks inside the apartment and places her purse on the counter. Fitz is sitting on the stool at the kitchen counter, forking a piece of cake. "How was your time with Abby?"

"Very nice." Olivia states, picking up his fork and placing a piece of cake inside her mouth. "Did you have a nice time with Andrew?"

"Yes." He stands and reaches his hand to hers, linking his fingers, guiding her to the bedroom. "If it's ok with you, I spoke to Tom about hiring a cleaning service for the apartment."

Olivia smiles. "Ok."

"I don't want to waste a single minute arguing with you or doing anything that neither one of us wants to do."

Olivia smiles.

"There it is. The smile I saw on our wedding day." He pecks her lips while unbuttoning her jeans, and pushes them down along with her thong. Kneeling in front of her, he whispers, "You're so beautiful."

"Fitz, baby, what are you doing?" Olivia lowers her head, meeting his baby blue eyes.

He glances up at her with a knowing look.

With one quick lick of his tongue, Olivia falls back on the mattress and opens her legs wider as Fitz parts her swollen folds, diving his head into her abyss.