Olivia had just finished her shower and when she peeked out of the bathroom, Fitz was gone.
"Good," she whispered to herself as she walked out to the room with her suitcase.
She'd thrown on the ugliest thing she could find back in her suitcase. That consisted of her old baggy jeans and large sweater.
Olivia decided to explore the penthouse. It seemed large. She walked from the bedroom and entered a large living room with what looked like lunch for one person spread on the table. She rushed over and bit into a thin-sliced artisan pizza. It was slightly warm.
"Oh my god, so good…" she mumbled to herself.
There was a pool table, a large white leather sofa, and a large tv on one side of the large white space and a bar, and a pristine open kitchen on the other side.
She stood by the large glass window and looked down at the large pool and outdoor area as she ate. It was quite a scenic view and she imagined that was what attracted so many guests because the deck was packed.
After she finished eating she turned on the tv to find something to watch when there was a knock on the door. Before she could walk to it, the door opened and Felix walked in with a stack of books.
"He sent these for you," Felix said as he walked the books over to the table.
"He did," Olivia said. She melted inside at the gesture.
Felix placed the books down on the table and left. She walked over to look at the books and the first title she read made her mouth fall open in shock.
"How to be submissive: It's easier than you think."
"So you've never had an orgasm: What you're doing wrong… and what you could be doing right!"
"Maybe it's you: A self help guide to being a better person."
"The cunt coloring book."
"Un-boring sex: How to spice up your love life."
"Never masterbate incorrectly again. A guide to self pleasure."
"Dry flowers: How to ignite the female libodo."
"It's not him! It's you!
Olivia stopped reading and picked up the heavy stack of hardcover books and walked them to the bathroom and dropped them on the black and white marble shower floor then turned on the faucet and let the steaming hot water soak the books. Once they were wet she turned off the faucet and walked back to the living room to find something on tv.
When Fitz walked in it was almost an hour later. He heard the tv and went directly to the living room to find Olivia.
"I figured you'd be reading and not watching tv after you made me go through the trouble of getting you books."
"I might read them later," Olivia said with a smile."Thank you for getting them. I really appreciate it."
Fitz was confused, he'd expected a fight. He was even looking forward to it.
"Fine. You need to get dressed because you're not wearing that ugly librarian's outfit anywhere with me."
"Why?"
"Sometimes you can just say okay. You know that right?"
Olivia nodded, "okay..." she said then whispered under her breath, "ass."
Fitz walked away and headed to the bathroom to shower before getting dressed. The moment he stepped in he saw a pile of soaked books on the floor in the shower. He chuckled, satisfied, realizing he'd pissed her off as he had intended. Fitz kicked them to the side and showered then dressed in the bedroom and went back to find Olivia. She was still watching tv, dressed in her baggy jeans and sweater but now she had a slight smile on her lips.
"Those books cost 200 euros. You know that right?"
"200 too much if you ask me. I asked for science books, not trash."
"Get dressed."
"I am dressed."
Fitz sighed, "are you wearing a shirt under that sweater?"
"Why do you care?"
He smirked, "don't say I didn't ask." Fitz stepped over and pulled her up from the sofa then he held the cotton fabric of her shirt and ripped it down the middle. A loud ripping sound rippled through the room.
"Are you insane?" Olivia barked. She was wearing a tank top underneath the sweater and Fitz avoided more than anything, staring at her large, perky breasts.
Fitz ignored her and ripped both sleeves off easily. Olivia tried to push him away but he didn't budge.
"Do you want me to do your pants next or will you grow up and go change your clothes."
Olivia angrily pushed him and then stormed off to the bedroom. "You want me to change, fine," she said, "I'll change."
Fitz walked to the door and waited for Olivia to change. Almost fifteen minutes later, she walked to the door wearing the skimpiest thing she could find out of what Camilla bought her. A mini white tube dress that hugged her curves like second skin. It accentuated just how tiny her waist was and emphasized her round, plump ass. She wore it with the Givenchy boots that reached her knees. Her face was free of make-up and her hair was now back in its curly state from her shower earlier. She pulled it into a top knot.
"I'm ready?"
Fitz's eyes opened wide and Olivia expected him to leave her or maybe to yell about her outfit, to tell her she couldn't leave dressed like that but he just opened the door and held it open for her.
"What?" Olivia asked, confused.
"You expected me to stop you? Nah, we're leaving."
"I'm not going outside like this."
"Yes you are."
Olivia turned to go back to the bedroom but Fitz grabbed her by the waist and lifted her over his shoulder easily and carried her out of the room. Alesander was waiting by the door to escort them.
"You want attention Olivia, well you're gonna get it."
She struggled to break free from his grasp.
"No!"
Fitz tried to focus on keeping his hand strictly around her waist.
"Let me go," Olivia screamed in the hallway as she thumped in his back and kicked her legs. She felt her dress riding up and the utter humiliation of being exposed was enough to send her into a fury. Fitz let her down immediately. "Control your temper, Olivia!" Fitz barked.
"I'm not going out looking like this. I'm not and you can't make me."
"You put it on, Olivia. I told to stop fucking with me. I said get dressed and you put this on so you're fucking wearing it. Let's go."
He took her by the hand and walked her down through the service elevator like a petulant child as she grudged behind him. They left through the back of the hotel to the SUV waiting.
Fitz opened the door, "get in," he said to Olivia.
She climbed into the van and sat at the other side of the back seat to put as much space between them. She folded her arms and didn't speak for the entirety of the drive.
When they arrived at the location, Fitz got out of the van first after Alesander opened his door. He walked around to the other side and opened the door for Olivia. "Come on," Fitz said.
"I want to stay in the van. The only reason you want me to get out is because you want to make me miserable. I don't feel comfortable in what I'm wearing and I don't want to go."
Fitz sighed, "fine. Just sit here, I'll be back."
Fitz left Alesander at the van with Olivia. "Watch her okay. Leave the door open and make sure she isn't in there trying to start the van so she can run you over."
Alexander chuckled, "okay boss."
Jake left from the van in front and met Fitz before they went into the large home. Inside, they met a man named Lucio, a long time associate and mentor of Fitz.
"Fitz," the elderly Italian man greeted, "good to see you."
"Lucio," Fitz said with a half-smile, "what do you have to drink?"
"That kind of day?" Lucio said.
Fitz chuckled, "oh yeah, this girl is gonna drive me crazy."
"A woman who is a match for you. I never thought I'd see the day."
"Ask him what woman?" Jake said to Lucio.
"What? Is there something I should know?" Luco said. "As long as it's not my daughter's."
Fitz laughed, "I'll stay far away from your daughters. I like living."
"It's someone's daughter though, isn't it."
Fitz shrugged.
"You took Eli's daughter?" Lucio wondered aloud then laughed. "You crazy son of a bitch. You are the only one craziest enough to do that."
Fitz laughed again, "everyone says I'm crazy. I don't see it."
"I thought you didn't involve women in the affairs of men," Lucio remarked.
"I don't but when you steal 5 million from me and I start playing by different rules."
"Is she here?" Lucio asked.
Fitz nodded.
"But you won't let your mentor see her?"
"She won't leave the car," Fitz said with a chuckle. "Apparently she looked too hot to leave the car. I've never seen anything like it."
"I didn't know hostages got to choose what they wanted to do. At least with you?"
"She tried to escape twice and he did nothing," Jake said as they walked down the long hallway to a large study where there was a bar. Lucio poured Fitz a glass of scotch and Jake the same.
"I want to see her?" Lucio said.
Fitz sighed, "she'll be pissed but sure. Jake, can you get her."
Jake nodded and placed his drink down then headed back down the long hall toward the front entrance.
When he got to the car and opened the door Olivia was laying on the back seat, staring at the ceiling. Alexander was sitting in the front of the car.
"Come on," Jake said.
"What?"
"Come with me."
"I'm not coming with you. Fitz said I can stay and he's your boss so what he says goes."
Jake grabbed her by the arm and pulled her from the car easily, with one thrust.
"Ou," she groaned as he jerked her.
"You don't know what you're talking about. Fitz is my best friend, not my boss."
"He buys everything and you follow him around all day and get paid. You're his employee."
Jake yanked her arm and squeezed it tight, "shut up!"
"Ouuu," Olivia cried, "you're hurting me."
"Am I?" Jake asked as he squeezed tighter.
"Let me go or I'll t-"
"What? Tell Fitz? The fact that you think my best friend since high school is on your side and not mine is hilarious."
Jake pulled her on the raised pavement.
"I'm coming, you don't have to pull me-owww"
"I told you I'd get you back for the shit you pulled yesterday, didn't I?"
Alesander came around the other side of the car. "What's going on?" he asked.
"Nothing, mind your business, Fitz sent me for her."
Jake's cell phone rang and it was then that he loosened his grip around Olivia, distracted by the phone. He pulled it from his pocket and saw that it was Fitz and answered quickly.
"I'm bringing her now-you know how difficult she is," Jake said quickly.
"If she doesn't want to come, don't force her, just meet me and Lucio out back."
"Fine."
Jake walked away from Olivia without a word. Her arm was on fire and quickly she massaged her upper arm with her fingers. She walked back to the SUV and climbed in.
Fitz returned an hour later and when he opened the door and looked inside, expecting to see Olivia upset from waiting for such a long time, he found her asleep with her boots off her feet, curled into a ball on the seat.
He climbed in beside her without waking her and a few minutes later they took off.
"My pager didn't go off?" Olivia said softly, just above a whisper.
"What?" Fitz asked.
"The patient needs a porcine valve for the aortic valve replacement," Olivia said with a sigh, "and Dr. Rambutan said I could scrub in."
"Olivia," Fitz called.
Her eyes were still closed and a slight smile crept across his lips as he realized she was talking in her sleep.
"I love neuro but cardio-thoracic surgery seems fun too."
"Olivia," Fitz called.
"Don't tell the chief I'm working okay. You Know I can't lie- when I lie, if it's a big lie, I throw up and the last thing I need is to throw up on the chief." She chuckled in her sleep, "I should probably see a therapist for it right? My mom loves it because it means I can't lie to her. Not about the big things anyways."
Olivia yawned in her sleep. Fitz waited for her to continue but she didn't.
When they arrived at the hotel Fitz nudged Olivia and she jumped up, "am I late for my shift?"
He smiled, "you were sleeping but we are at the hotel now."
"Oh," she said as she sat up slowly in the dark van.
"Alesander will take you up," Fitz said.
Olivia nodded and slipped her boots on her feet. They were a bit big as Camilla didn't know her size when they were purchased.
She seemed sad, even more so than usual.
"Are you alright?" Fitz asked.
"Mhm."
The door on her side of the car opened and Alesander was waiting. He walked her upstairs and to the penthouse and left to tell Fitz what he'd seen.
Olivia walked to the bathroom and slipped off her boots then walked to the vanity. In the mirror, she could see her reflection and her upper arm was now bruised with dark blue fingerprints. She could see where the tip of his nails were indented in her skin.
Olivia took a deep breath and closed her eyes then she opened her eyes and walked out to the bedroom to look for her clothes. She found some of her things pressed and hung on a rack in the living room but her other clothing, pajamas, and underwear were nowhere to be found.
After searching for them for a few minutes she walked back to the bathroom. Once again she was back in the mirror staring at her reflection. She couldn't stop looking at her bruised arm.
Suddenly, she felt hands around her waist lifting her. She turned and saw Fitz but by then he'd already set her on the counter of the vanity.
She opened her mouth to protest him lifting her but it had already happened and so she sighed and closed her mouth.
Fitz took her by the wrist and stretched her arm toward him, inspecting her wound carefully.
"What happened?" he asked.
"Nothing really," Olivia said.
Fitz ran his thumb over her bruise.
"Owww," Olivia screamed angrily, "why would you touch it?" She snatched her arm from his grasp.
"Tell me what happened," Fitz said.
"It doesn't really matter, does it?"
"If it didn't matter to me, I wouldn't ask," Fitz snapped.
"It doesn't matter," Olivia said,"because this is my reality. Any one of you could do anything to me at any time and there's nothing I can do about it. You're not my protector, you're the reason I'm here so don't pretend to care."
"What happened?" Fitz asked again.
Olivia sighed and then she felt tears in her eyes, "Jake got upset when I told him you said I could stay and then he grabbed into my arm and wouldn't let go. He said he was getting me back for running away yesterday."
Fitz nodded, "what do you need to make it feel better?"
"It doesn't matter-"
"What do you need?" Fitz asked again.
"An ice pack and something to wrap around my arm," Olivia said softly.
"Alright, I'll be back," was all Fitz said as he left the room.
Olivia waited as she leaned back on the mirror. Fitz was back within 10 minutes with an ice pack and a gauze wrap.
He gently placed the ice on her arm, "hold it on to that for a second."
Olivia pressed the ice against her arm and then Fitz unwrapped the gauze around her arm.
Olivia looked up at him, finally. His face was stone-like and emotionless.
"You're mad at me," Olivia said with a sigh, "of course you are."
"You don't know what you're talking about."
"I don't?"
Fitz looked up as he finished hooking the two gauze clips.
"No, you don't. I'm mad at myself for putting you in this position. I shouldn't have asked Jake to get you. I'm very sorry."
Olivia was floored and she opened her mouth but she was speechless. She didn't expect an apology.
Fitz smiled, "I feel kind of shity which is very rare so I don't really know what to do with myself right now."
Olivia took a breath, "I'm still stuck on the fact that you apologized."
Fitz chuckled, "I can apologize when I'm wrong Olivia. It's one of the first things my mom taught me."
Olivia's eyes opened wide.
"I have a mother Olivia, I'm not some demon spawn from hell," he said with a laugh but then paused, "although I'm sure you think otherwise."
Olivia shrugged then smiled, "you're right about that last part."
He sighed, "I didn't take you to hurt you irreparably or traumatize you. Going forward no one will put their hands on you."
"Even you?"
He smiled softly, "even me...when I don't have to carry your ass out of here because you don't want to walk."
As Fitz said the words he remembered the information he'd learned about her during her sleep talking episode and smiled mischievously. He stepped back so he could examine her face clearly.
"I learn a little bit of information about you."
"What?"
"So- now I have a question for you?"
"About what?- wait what did you learn about me?"
Fitz took a step forward and stared into her eyes but a knock on the door distracted them both.
"Signor Grant, food is ready," A tiny man said.
"Just in time," Fitz said, "I almost forgot. Let's eat!"
Fitz lifted Olivia by the waist off the vanity and stood her on the ground.
"You don't have to keep lifting me up," Olivia said.
Fitz ignored her and walked out to meet the man."where's the food?"
"Table in the dining room, signore Grant."
Fitz walked there and Olivia followed. There was lasagna on the table on one plate with a drink. Olivia sat and began eating. Fitz sat on the opposite side and watched. Olivia was so hungry that she didn't realize he was watching her until she'd eaten almost half of her food.
"Why aren't you eating?"
"I had dinner with a friend earlier."
"Oh," Olivia said as she put a fork full of pasta and meat in her mouth, "well don't stare at me."
"Just eat."
She shrugged and stuffed more food into her mouth.
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Is it personal?" Fitz asked.
Olivia shook her head.
"Go ahead."
"You weren't mad at me the first time you ran away but you were mad at me the second time. Why?"
Fitz thought for a moment, "the first time I caught you before you left. The second time I needed you and you weren't there so someone died."
"Oh. There was a person who was in a black body bag. Is that who died?"
Fitz nodded.
"How did they die?"
"Irrelevant."
"Did you do it?"
"Now why would I tell you that."
She shrugged and took a sip of water.
"Come on, let me check your arm," Fitz said.
"I doubt there would be any change to the contusion-"
"That's fine but I'd still like to see it."
Olivia stood from the table and walked to the bathroom, Fitz followed. She hoisted herself on the vanity, which was not without discomfort to her arm, and sat while Fitz walked, grabbed the small bathroom bin, and brought it over to Olivia. He placed it on the floor and smiled.
"Okay- you look full?"Fitz said with a smirk.
"I am- kind of. I loathe to give you a compliment but the food here is really good."
"Good. Now answer this- when you heard me and Camilla fucking, did it turn you on?"
"What? NO!" Olivia screamed without thinking.
Immediately, her reaction began. Beads of sweat began sprouting from her upper lips and her stomach growled loudly.
Olivia covered her mouth and held her stomach.
Fitz smiled widely, "if that's true why is your upper lip sweating."
Fitz picked up the bin and held it in his arms.
"I heard it from a very reliable source that you can't lie- not about the big things anyways- without vomiting your guilty little guts out."
Olivia could feel the contents of her stomach in her throat.
"Move," she mumbled through her covered mouth.
"I gotta tell ya, I keep thinking I've figured you out you amaze me," Fitz mused, "what an exceptional affliction to have."
Abruptly a stream of vomit propelled from Olivia's mouth, packed with chunks of minced beef and pasta and cheese, and spattered onto Fitz's shirt.
Fitz's mouth fell open and he dropped the bin and stepped back. He was soaked in sour vomit.
Without a word he pulled his t-shirt over his head and took it off. There were chunks of vomit on his pants too. He took those off as well.
Olivia turned around to the sink and began rinsing out her mouth. Fitz stripped naked and stepped into the shower then turned the faucet on.
When Olivia heard the faucet on she turned around and ran out of the bathroom, trying to avoid the sight of him naked at all cost.
She stopped in the living room and sat on the sofa, breathing deeply to catch her breath. She was too embarrassed to think. She thought about how Fitz could have possibly found out that bit of personal information about her.
She took deep breaths over and over again as her anxiety rose.
Moments later, the sound from the faucet stopped and she prepared herself for Fitz.
Less than five minutes after the faucet stopped, Fitz walked into the living room. He was dressed in grey sweatpants and a t-shirt and she could see his phallic limb dangle as he moved.
Olivia quickly turned away, not wanting to be any more flushed and flustered than she already was but it was too late. She'd seen it. The curve under the fabric of his sweatpants was imprinted in her mind. The way it was pressed against the thigh. It was thick and long. There was no way he was flaccid. A flaccid penis should not be that visible. He had to have had an erection or was beginning to form one. Both possibilities unsettled her. She needed to change rooms. She couldn't be stuck with him.
Fitz stopped in front of her on the couch but Olivia didn't look at him. Her eyes had wandered to the glass windows, to the dark sea out on the invisible horizon.
"Usually when a woman vomits on me it's because my penis is too far down her throat and she's choking. This is an entirely new scenario for me." He had a smirk. She didn't look but she could feel it from where she sat. He was amused at her discomfort and embarrassment, as he always was. She could smell body wash clinging to his skin.
There was a knock on the door and someone announced, "housekeeping."
"Come in," Fitz called.
A woman stepped in with a small trolley.
"There's vomit in the bathroom," Fitz said.
The woman nodded and headed there.
Fitz turned back to Olivia with a smile.
"Just when I think you can't surprise me anymore I find out that the thought of lying makes you so sick you throw up when you do it. I really didn't have that on my bingo card."
"You don't know what you're talking about? I-" Olivia paused before any measurable lie could pass her lips.
"This is a white leather sofa, I think maybe you should move. I don't want you ruining it."
"If I throw up it'll be right here," Olivia barked.
Fitz chuckled, "pipe down."
"Why are getting wet when you listen to me have sex. That's kind of pervy-"
"I did n-" she felt the vomit coming up and again and stopped herself and took a breath.
A wide smile spread across his face as her stomach grumbled. "Be careful…"
"I'm not engaging with you."
"Come on-"
Olivia put her hands up and turned her face, "I'm disengaging."
"Are you wet right now. Is that why you're so mad?"
Olivia scrunched her lips together, "we're not friends. We will never be friends. You're the man who took me from my home and from my sick mother. You're the man who had a body bag carried out of his house just a day ago. You're a violent, criminal thug and you make me sick. Do not say a word to me unless it's to tell me you're ready to kill me or that you're ready to let me go."
Fitz took a slow, measured breath before he responded, "do you want me to make you miserable?"
"I am miserable. You smiling at me doesn't change the fact that I'm your hostage and that I'm not home and with every passing moment I'm inching closer to losing my resident spot in the best hospital in the country. I'm miserable!"
Fitz sighed, "good night Olivia." He turned and walked away.
"That's it?" Olivia wondered aloud.
Fitz stopped and turned around.
"I expected you to scream at me or even shoot me a scary look. At least your personal favorite which I think is to push me up against the wall and terrify me."
"I'm not mad at you for hating me or at the very least pretending to hate me. You should hate me, I kidnapped you, I'm ruining your life and now your career is on the line if you don't get back in time. Those are all reasonable things to be mad about but if you're taking my advice, it's pointless. I'm not giving you back…not until I get everything I asked for and I won't take a penny less. I know your father enough to know that in 11 days when we meet, he won't give me everything I asked for and so you'll be here even longer or you won't be here at all."
Olivia's eyes filled with tears and then she smiled sadly but she didn't speak.
"If I were you, I'd celebrate the fact that for some reason I've developed affection for you that has now made me treat you differently than I treat others."
"That doesn't impress me."
Fitz walked closer and stooped before Olivia, looking her directly in the eye as he spoke.
"It should because I'm worse than you think." Fitz stood, "Good night, Olivia."
There was a sinking feeling that overcame her again like she was falling from the sky.
Fitz turned but she stopped him, "wait."
Fitz gave her his attention.
"Umm..." Olivia couldn't get the words out, "nevermind."
"You talk in your sleep," Fitz said, answering her unasked question then turned and walked towards the front door. He planned on paying his best friend a visit.
a/n- please leave a review of your thoughts.