Babes, happy labor day. As always I appreciate ya'll and the support. Enjoy the chapter!
Confessions
Olivia
"I do love you."
"I love you too."
"I hate to ruin the moment, but I gotta pee babe."
Olivia laughed at his candidness, "it's in the back to the left."
"Be right back." Fitz kissed Olivia before walking off to the bathroom.
She wanted to follow him. A quickie never hurts. Changing her mind at the last minute, Olivia picked up the mail she dropped when Fitz scared the living shit out of her. In doing so, she heard someone on the buzzer. She didn't open for another 20 minutes, but she didn't mind her clients with appointments waiting inside. Buzzing the person in, Olivia greeted, "welcome to Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow. Do you have an appointment?"
"Where's my husband, whore?"
Olivia's entire body froze causing her to drop the mail in her hand again. There was an eerie silence that washed over the shop, that the paper-thin mail made a loud thud as it hit the ground. Olivia finally able to turn around, was now faced with a scorned Mellie Grant and another woman Olivia is assuming is Mellie's friend. She knew this day would come, she just would've preferred Mellie be Fitz's ex-wife by the time they came face to face.
"Um…he-he-he's…i-i-in the bathroom." Olivia stuttered fidgeting with her hands. She wasn't afraid of Mellie, she was embarrassed. What mistress ever wants to be confronted by the wife?
"He-he-he well go get him!" Mellie mocked Olivia. The woman she was with turned her nose up at Olivia as if she was scum on the bottom of her shoe. Olivia has been at some pretty low points in her life, this being one of them. If she could have any superpower in the world, Olivia would choose the ability to disappear. That's all she wanted at this moment.
Suddenly she was rescued, "Mellie what the fuck are you doing here?" Fitz appeared from the back protectively stepping in front of Olivia which only infuriated Mellie and her friend.
"So this is why you can't stay out of Atlanta? This one barely looks legal," Mellie shot Olivia a disapproving look. "What's so special about her Fitz? What does she have that the other 5 didn't? Yeah sweetie he has pattern. If I were you I wouldn't get too deep in with my husband, you're merely just something to do until his penis gets bored of you and he moves elsewhere. Tell her Fitz." Mellie urged.
Fitz clenched his jaw, "Mellie just leave…it's over…just go. My lawyer will be drawing up the papers by the end of the week." He calmly replied, though Olivia knew he was the farthest thing from calm.
Mellie scornfully laughed, "oh no honey, if you think you're getting off the hook that easy you have another thing coming dear. I have given 17 years of my life to you and –"
Fitz cut her off, "it's all been a lie. We married on a lie. Mellie you told me that you were pregnant. And then you manipulated me into believing that you lost our child and you watched me suffer. I almost lost my career in football before it even began because you lied. Even after I found out the truth I still married you because I felt sorry for you. And that's on me, I should've never married your lying conniving ass. You are an evil woman and I despise you." Fitz spoke with regret.
Olivia reassuringly touched Fitz's back giving it a rub. From the outside looking in, she would've never guessed their marriage was based on a lie. They seemed like an organic couple.
"You knew all of this time?" Mellie asked clearly surprised that he knew her secret.
"Yeah I've known all this time that you cannot have kids Mellie. Your alcoholic sister exposed your secret while trying to sleep with me the night of our wedding. The fucked up part you knew how bad I wanted kids. How bad I wanted to start a family, and you took that away from me." He was hurt and has been holding onto this hurt for a while.
Mellie softened she even threw on the waterworks, "I love you Fitz. I've always loved you since high school. I just wanted to be Mrs. Grant, that's why I followed you to college. And when you finally noticed me freshmen year, I knew that I couldn't lose you. I can't take back what I did and I am sorry that I lied to you. I should've told you, we can adopt, that's still an option. Please don't throw away 17 years for her." Mellie shot daggers at Olivia.
Fitz was un-moved, "My lawyers will be drawing up the papers this week."
Mellie pleaded, "Fitz I'll do whatever…we can get a surrogate if you don't wanna adopt…please just tell me what to do."
"Mellie it's over…just leave." Fitz petulantly replied.
"I hate you! I am going to take every dime you have! Let's see if your whore likes you when you're broke you piece of shit!" Mellie vindictively threatened..
"At least I know she can have my baby." Fitz pettily shot back.
"Bastard!" Mellie tried lunging at Fitz.
"Mellie just go," he pushed her out of Olivia's business.
"Fitz you're wrong. How do you treat your wife like that? You're a leader on your team what kind of example are you setting for those guys? You're willing to throw everything away for her?" Mellie's friend added her two cents.
"Why are you even here? Shouldn't you be worrying about your own marriage?" Fitz shot Mellie's friend a warning look.
"Fuck you Fitz!" There was too much passion behind Mellie's friend 'fuck you. Olivia wondered what that was about.
"Yeah you tried to remember." Fitz exposed Mellie's friend.
"Ash!" Mellie looked at her friend with tears running.
"Mel he's lying," she denied Fitz's accusation.
"If I recall two years ago after the EPSY's, that you my 'oh so loving wife' couldn't attend because it's not like you ever supported me or my career, your so called friend Ash here followed me back to my hotel room begging me to fuck her," Fitz explained.
"Both of you go to hell!" Mellie stormed off.
"You're gonna pay for this!" Ashley followed behind Mellie.
Fitz closed Olivia's salon door and locked it. Turning around to her, he said, "and you were worried you had too much drama for me?"
"You stayed even though she lied, Fitz that's really commendable and speaks to your character as a man." Olivia applauded him because there is no way she would've stayed had she been Fitz.
"I have no more years to waste Liv. I don't want to be with someone out of pity. I don't want to marry someone out of pity. I want to marry someone out of love."
Olivia walked over to a clearly stressed Fitz and wrapped her arms around his waist, "if it happens it will be because we love each other flaws and all."
The buzzer went off again and both Fitz and Olivia groaned. Looking at the door and seeing Penelope, Olivia let out a huge sigh of relief. She didn't need any more surprises.
"Good morning, Pen." Olivia greeted after buzzing her in.
"Good morning, sorry if I am interrupting." Penelope apologized.
"Pen you're good, we'll get out of your way." Olivia pulled Fitz to her office locking the door behind him.
"Fitz what happens when my name gets out there? What happens when the world knows me as your mistress?" This has been weighing on Olivia and she can no longer tiptoe around it.
"First of all don't ever call yourself my mistress and no one will reduce you to such." Fitz corrected her.
Olivia appreciated his bravado in defending her. "You know what I mean Fitz. I know that's not how you see me, but the world will see me as such. You have a team behind you. I have no one."
"Olivia you have me. You won't go through this alone. If I have to beat up every troll I will. I just need you to trust me because things are about to get messy."
"I trust you Fitz."
Fitz walked over to Olivia and sat her on her desk. He kissed her neck while removing her shorts and thong. Her shirt was next.
"Olivia don't lie to me…did you sleep with him?" Fitz asked looking her in the eyes.
"No I did not." She truthfully answered.
"Did he," Fitz looked down at Olivia's exposed vagina.
"No."
Fitz kissed Olivia from her neck, down to her belly button, and spread her legs before going south apologizing the entire time for Mellie popping up. She can get used to these types of apologies.
Fitz
"Quarterback of the New Orleans Saints Fitzgerald Grant III better known as FG3 has filed for divorce from his wife of 17 years Mellie Grant. The pair wed in a small intimate ceremony while in college and have no children. If you all recall there have been trouble in paradise with this couple with rumors of alleged affairs that Fitzgerald has had throughout the marriage. And word around town is that he currently has a girlfriend whom he's been dating before filing for divorce. I smell a rich divorcee. As more details spill in, I will keep you updated."
This was story running on every entertainment channel, talk show, news station, and blogs. After filing for divorce, Fitz was advised not to give any statements by his team. Mellie was told the same by her lawyers, he isn't sure if she's agreeing or not. Any chance to slander his name, he knows she's going to jump right on it. The only good thing of all this, Olivia's identity is still anonymous. He is hoping it can stay that way for a little while longer.
Practice this week for Fitz have been weird. His teammates and coaches are tiptoeing around him. Not to mention his Brent has been acting standoffish. Their chemistry in practice was off all week. Which is why after practice today, Fitz plans on talking to his star tight end so that they are on the same page come Sunday. They have to be in sync on the field.
"Alright boys I am liking what I see! Bring this Sunday and Dallas won't know what hit them!" Coach Hollis encouragingly clapped as he ended practice.
"Brent I need to talk to you," Fitz said catching Brent before he ran off the field.
"Dude I have nothing to say to you." Brent brusquely replied.
"I'm sorry am I missing something?" Fitz had to ask.
"Chicks throw themselves at you all the time, dude you can literally have whoever the hell you want, you just had to come onto my wife." He could see his friend was hurt by whatever lie Ashley told him. He expected nothing less than a woman who hangs around Mellie.
"She came onto me. Ever wondered where she snuck off to after the ESPY's or were you knee deep in Noel's pussy that you hadn't noticed," Brent has been having affair with the tight ends coach Micah Gibson's daughter for over a year now. "Besides your wife isn't my type." Fitz walked off leaving Brent stuck.
With the game being home this weekend, Fitz had more spare time. Olivia told him she wanted to be at his first home game of the season, so he flew her to New Orleans the beginning of the week. She's been staying at a 5-star hotel courtesy of Fitz and she's been enjoying herself quite well. Whenever Fitz comes to her room, she's either sleeping, in the spa, or the pool area. He loves seeing her so relaxed.
Watching her sit on the balcony dressed in a robe, with her hair wrapped in a towel, and a glass of wine in her hand, Fitz couldn't help but snap a few candid pictures of her. These are the first pictures he has taken of her.
"Enjoying yourself?" Fitz asked sneaking up on Olivia.
"Apparently so I didn't even hear you come in. How was practice?" Olivia puckered her lips for a kiss.
"Practice was practice." Fitz kissed her lips with a shrug.
"Guys still being weird?" Olivia sat her wine glass on the small glass table.
"Yeah…but enough about them..." Fitz gave an enticing smirk as he pulled Olivia up from the chair and wrapped his arms around her waist leading her back into the suit.
"Ooou Fitz you're so baaddd." Olivia purred.
Fitz unwrapped her towel from her hair and Olivia shook her curly ringlets free. He loves her curls. He hope their children will have her curly hair. Next he undid her robe pulling it from her body and it letting it fall to the floor. Olivia twirled for him giving him a 360 view of her incredible body. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Olivia went for Fitz's sweats pulling them down until they were at his ankles. Fitz pulled off his sweatshirt and undershirt. Olivia leaned forward and ran her tongue around his belly button. Her tongue then travelled south where she used her teeth to pull down his briefs. Fitz kicked them off and his erect dick greeted Olivia at her mouth. Fitz looked down at her preparing himself for what he knew was coming next. Olivia looked up at him as she closed her lips around the head of his dick. Fitz's head immediately fell back as he relished in the feeling of her lips and tongue.
"Liv," he moaned grinding slowly into her mouth.
"Mmmmm," she moaned massaging his balls with both hands as his dick slid to the back of her throat. Fitz took advantage and fucked the back of her throat loving the deepness.
"Ffffuucckk." Fitz hands were lost in her curls. His body felt like jelly, Olivia was taking him into a new dimension.
Olivia made love to his dick for another three minutes before Fitz was cumming down her throat. What the hell did he do to deserve this woman?
Gently pushing her back onto the bed, Fitz threw Olivia's legs around his shoulders and returned the favor. That has to be one of his favorite things to do. He calls it his superpower.
"You love me," Fitz looked into her eyes.
"Yes," Olivia cried out giving him eye contact back.
"How much?" Fitz French kissed her clitoris with his eyes locked on hers.
"S-s-s-s-soooo much." Olivia squeezed her legs around Fitz's head trapping him as she broke eye contact first.
Pulling his lips from her clitoris, Fitz tossed Olivia onto her stomach. He slapped her ass indicating that he wanted her to assume the position. Planting herself on all fours, Olivia's ass was tooted in the air just the way he liked. Fitz bent his head biting and kissing each of her ass cheeks before entering her.
Olivia looked back at Fitz and ran her tongue across her lips, she spread her ass giving him a full shot of her pussy as his dick slid in and out of her. Her lips formed a perfect O as the arch in her back grew deeper and her face planted into the sheets.
Grabbing a handful of her curls, Fitz grinded himself into Olivia. Each time their bodies connected, her ass created a ripple effect like a wave, and he loved the view. Fitz often question what heaven must feel like and he is convinced that it resides between Olivia's legs. The feeling she gives him whenever he's inside of her has to be better than any paradisal island.
"Fitz…" hearing her say his name only intensified that feeling. Mellie had one thing right he does feel like he is on psychedelic high when he's with Olivia.
"Livvie I can't hold it anymore." Fitz cursed himself for not letting Olivia finished first.
She didn't mind, Fitz rolled over to his back and she climbed on top of him bringing him back to life, and for the rest of the afternoon that's what they did, take care of each other.
Olivia
Olivia sat outside of the hotel waiting for Amelia to arrive. Fitz got an extra ticket for Amelia so that Olivia wouldn't be alone at the game.
"Hieeeeee!" Amelia greeted as she stepped out of the Uber with her overnight bag. She was staying for the game and leaving in the morning.
"Hieeeeee!" Olivia walked over to her bestie and hugged her. They haven't seen much of each other since Olivia's birthday.
"I missed you girl, now I know how you felt. Are you okay, is he treating you right?" Amelia is a mama bear naturally. She's going to be a great mother when she have kids.
"I've missed you too Ami and yes he's treating me good, he's amazing," Olivia couldn't stop blushing at the thought of Fitz despite everything.
"Okay 'cause I'll bust a cap in his ass quick!" Even though she laughed, she was dead serious.
"That's why I love you, let's get some shots before this game."
"You read my mind girl."
The girls walked hand in hand into the hotel. Once they made it into Olivia's room, they caught up over shots of Tequila. When it was time for them to leave for the game, Olivia was tipsy. She felt really and was excited to see Fitz play in person after all this time.
She wanted to be extra and wear Fitz's jersey but decided against it last minute. She wasn't that bold. Olivia instead wore a Saints T-shirt, a pair of jeans, and a pair of gold Air Max's. She looked sporty and cute.
The girls arrived with 30 minutes to spare before the game. Olivia shot Fitz a good luck text and he texted her back thanking her. Their seats were right behind the Saints bench. Olivia was in awe watching her man in his element.
"It's a good thing Michael isn't here." Amelia couldn't take her eyes off Shaun Berks.
Fitz stole as many glances as he could at Olivia winking each time they made eye contact. He was feeling bold. Olivia sent him a text.
Olivia: Babe stop…
Fitz: I can't help it…why didn't you wear my jersey? My feelings are hurt
Olivia: I'm sorry I didn't wanna make it obvious, don't be mad
Fitz: Liv you gotta stop overthinking things
Olivia: You should be focusing on warming up
Fitz: Okay coach lol
It seemed like it took forever for the game to start. Unlike last week, the Saints came ready to play this afternoon. They scored a touchdown on their first drive sending the place into a frenzy. Olivia was capturing it all on her phone. She was so focused on the game and Fitz, she blocked out everything around her, including Amelia.
"Liv…Liv…Olivia!" Amelia frantically nudged her.
"What?" Olivia oddly looked at Amelia.
"We should get out of here." Amelia looked around nervously.
"Why?" Olivia asked oblivious to what was going on.
"Liv we should go, c'mon."
"What's going on?" Olivia finally looked around and noticed their entire section was staring between her and their phones. Some was even taking pictures of her.
"Olivia you've been outed." Amelia showed Olivia her phone and Olivia worse nightmare came true. She was outed as Fitz's mistress by a blog online and now everyone was running the story.
Olivia took off running, ignoring the phones in her faces, the stares, and the whispers. She ran to the nearest bathroom and into an empty stall. Amelia was right behind her.
"Breathe Olivia…look at me and breathe…just breathe…focus on something…and breathe." Amelia coached Olivia through her panic attack.
Olivia looked at the chipped paint on the bathroom stall and tried to control her breathing. It took a few minutes before she was able to calm her breathing.
"I am ruined." Olivia dropped her head in humiliation.
"No you're not…I am sure Fitz has this handled." Amelia didn't sound too sure.
Outside the stall they heard…
"Wow what an opening day and she had the audacity to show up at his game…ugh the nerve of these whores."
"I feel bad for his wife…she doesn't deserve this…I didn't know he was into Black girls."
"She probably trapped him…I just don't see him leaving his wife for her."
"Men are fucking dogs."
"I hope she know the old saying, 'how you get it 'em is how you lose 'em'."
"Some people have no respect."
Amelia heard enough and walked out of the stall confronting the gossipers, "do you bitches mind?"
Olivia came out behind her with her head down and they left the stadium heading back to the hotel. She made a beeline for the closet and started packing her bags until Amelia stopped her.
"What are you doing?"
"Leaving."
"Why?"
"Amelia I am not staying here, I have been outed. I have to get out of here."
"You can't run Liv…you knew this was going to happen…you should at least wait for Fitz."
"For what Ami? Fitz can't do anything! I am sure his team is already spinning this in his favor."
"Olivia you cannot run away…you have to hear him out…please don't run."
Olivia stopped packing. Amelia was right, she has to stop running. Fitz told her to trust him and if she wants this relationship to work, she has to trust that he have her back like he say he does.
Amelia sat with Olivia until Fitz was on his way over. She caught a redeye back to Atlanta.
"Liv," Fitz rushed her picking her up. She knew the reason he was hugging her so tightly was because he was expecting her not to be here.
"I wanted to run…but I didn't…I'm here." She assured him as she raked her nails through his curls, something she learned he likes.
Fitz placed Olivia back onto the floor and grabbed her hands. "Thank you for not running." He kissed her hands.
They went and sat on the couch in the suite. Fitz inhaled a deep breath before saying, "Cyrus has us scheduled to do an interview with Good Morning America."
"What if I say the wrong thing?" Olivia has never done an interview.
"You love me right?"
"You know I do."
"Then you won't say the wrong thing."
"Well we might as well get drunk and enjoy our last night of privacy."
"Why not."
Fitz turned their cell phones off and they partied like it was 1999 until the wee hours of the morning. They drank, they danced, they sang, and they had a couple of rounds of drunk sloppy sex. Olivia needed to get her mind off of being outed. The last thing Olivia remembered was passing out near the balcony. Her upper body was between the doors and her lower body was still inside of the suite. Fitz wasn't far behind her, he fell asleep on her bum.
"WAKE UP!" They both heard scaring them out of their sleep. Cyrus was standing above them fuming. Every vein he had was bulging. The man was seconds from having a stroke.
Olivia pulled herself up from the floor and her body felt like it had been hit by a Mack truck. She was decent to say the least if her panties and bra counts as being decent. Fitz was clad in briefs.
"Cyrus must you be so loud?" Fitz groaned scratching his curls .
"Your very angry mother is at your house waiting to have your head on a platter! You have fans and paparazzi camped out of this very hotel. Your wife has been trying to get any and everybody to listen to what a son of bitch husband you've been to her! And your goddamn boss is on my ass about his franchise quarterback! I told you shit was going to hit the fan! So get your goddamn umbrellas ready!" Cyrus lectured before storming out.
Everything Cyrus said went in one of Fitz's ears and out of the other. He turned to Olivia and said, "let's go shower, yeah."
Olivia followed him to the shower and they washed each other off while getting another round in for the road.
"I hate to see you go, but I'll be in Atlanta after I handle things here, and then we'll fly together to New York for the interview. Call me as soon as you land." Fitz couldn't keep his hands off Olivia. They were casually resting on her ass.
"Okay, I love you." Olivia stood on her tiptoes and kissed Fitz lips.
"I love you too." He blushed every time she said it.
Olivia slipped into the backseat of the car Fitz called for her. She had to exit through the back of the hotel to avoid his fans and the paparazzi. Olivia felt like a celebrity. She has never missed her privacy more than she did in this moment. Fitz flew her home privately so that she could collect her thoughts. He advised her to stay off her phone and she did.
"Ami, you here!" Olivia called out to Amelia hoping she was home.
"Well, well, well hello my darling daughter." Olivia's mother Maya greeted getting off the couch.
"Mother, w-w-w-what are you doing here?" Olivia hates that she stutters when she's nervous it's a dead giveaway that she's losing control.
"Oh my darling daughter, what mess have you gotten yourself into now child?" Maya contemptuously grinned.
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