Fitz woke to Olivia standing at the side of the bed, staring at him. "What time is it?" he said as he sat up slowly. He could feel a headache coming on. She handed him a glass of water and two aspirin tablets she had in her palm.
Fitz took the tablets and put them in his mouth then he took the glass of water and swallowed the pills with a large gulp. "Thanks," he said as Olivia took the glass back from him.
"Are you hungry?"
He nodded and pulled the sheets from his body and then he remembered he was butt naked. He stood and grabbed Olivia and kissed her softly on the lips then squeezed her ass. She was sporting two bright red hickies on her neck though that was the farthest thing from her mind.
Immediately she felt silly for thinking he'd wake up upset from their discussion. Once he let her go he took a moment to take her in. She wore tiny pink shorts and a matching long sleeve top. Her small belly protruded from her back.
Fitz leaned down to her belly and kissed it over the fabric of her shirt. "Good morning my girl," he said to his unborn daughter then he faced Olivia."What time is it?"
"Almost 10," Olivia said after she'd forgotten to answer the first time he asked, "Simone made spinach and bacon frittatas."
"With feta?" Fitz asked.
Olivia smiled and hugged him, "yes. With feta."
"Two minutes," Fitz stepped off to the closet and threw on a pair of boxers and sweatpants, and then met Olivia. The two headed downstairs where Simone was plating their food after keeping it warm in the oven. Breakfast consisted of Feta, spinach, and bacon frittatas with an avocado and mango fruit salad and orange juice.
Fitz blew through his breakfast and ate seconds while Olivia picked at her food. He gulped down his orange juice and then began to pick at one of the fresh baked blueberry banana streusel muffins on the counter.
"Do you remember what we talked about last night?"
"I was hoping we wouldn't bring it up again."
Olivia shrugged, "it's a pretty big thing to leave unresolved. I didn't know you felt that way."
Fitz turned to Simone who was busy marinating pork chops she was prepping for dinner.
"Can you step out for a second," Fitz said.
Simone nodded and ungloved her hands then stepped out of the kitchen.
Fitz sighed, "I don't want to argue about this. You know where I stand. I know where you stand and eventually, we're gonna have to come to a solution."
"What solution?"
"There are three solutions. We can break up where we both don't get what we want, we can stay exactly as we are where you get what you want or we can get married where I get what I want. Only time will tell which one it's gonna be."
"That's not a fair way to-"
"-Olivia, my parents have been married- mostly happily- for 30-plus years and it never occurred to you that I might want that? Granted, I didn't think it would be so soon. I didn't plan on settling down for another 5 or 10 years but I met you and so this is where I stand now."
Olivia sighed, frustrated, "that's the exception Fitz, not the rule. We love each other, we don't need a certificate to tell us that."
"That's the exact same bullshit I'd say if I didn't wanna marry someone too."
Fitz stood but Olivia grabbed his hand before he could walk away, "I'm done talking about this," he said.
"-It didn't work the first time. He spent two years being the sweetest man I'd ever met and the second we married he changed," Olivia said as she got tearful, "I fucking hated it and I don't want to do it again because we're perfect now. The three months we've been together have been a hundred times better than my 4 years of marriage combined and I don't want that to change."
Fitz pulled her face towards him and looked deeply into her wet eyes. "I'm not Herman," he said as he pulled her even closer. "You have to let him go."
"I'm really trying but it's hard-" she whispered.
Fitz nodded and pulled her against his chest and kissed her against her hair. "This isn't something that's gonna happen right now or even a year from now but when the time is right- I want you to be my wife so we're gonna have to figure it out."
Olivia nodded as he cradled her against his chest.
"How does your asshole feel after last night?" he asked, breaking the moment.
Olivia leaned up and laughed then wiped her eyes, "it's still tingling actually and I'm just praying I don't get a hemorrhoid the next time I poop.."
He laughed, "I wanna see it if you do?"
"So you can laugh at me…absolutely not."
He smirked and leaned closer and kissed her, "I didn't hurt you did I?"
"Well, you do have a massive dick so there was a lot of pressure and stretching at the beginning but you didn't hurt me. It was so good…" she said blushing, "god, let's stop talking about it because I'm getting all hot." She began to fan herself.
He laughed, "you have tight holes all around. I've hit the jackpot but if you think my dick is big you should see Gerry's."
She gasped, "what?"
"It's huge…I was traumatized when I first saw it."
Her mouth fell open and her eyes widened, "oh my god."
"Yes."
"And you're already so big I can't believe he's bigger- wait when I was in my urology rotation in my first year there was this guy who came in with a 13 and a half inch cock. It was insane."
"Jesus- I wouldn't want to be that big. It's ridiculous at that point. Who's gonna wanna fuck you."
"Not me. His erection wouldn't go down and everyone was filing into his room to see it. It was so big and it was probably as thick as my forearm- thicker actually."
"Yikes."
"Right! I'm already struggling with you," she said as she pulled him to her and kissed him. Fitz reached behind her and slipped his fingers into the band of her shorts then pulled her panties between her ass. Olivia laughed and playfully tried to slap his arm but he dodged her. "Too slow."
"God, you're so obnoxious," she retorted as she stuffed some of her eggs in her mouth. "
There was a knock on the cabinet and when Fitz turned it was Simone, "may I return? I need to finish the pork chops."
Fitz nodded then turned back to Olivia, "I'm gonna go drop a couple of pounds and shower."
"Gross," Olivia said as she laughed and playfully shoved him away.
Once Fitz left she grabbed her phone from the counter and began to search for therapists.
After she finished her breakfast she moved into the study and continued searching on her MacBook desktop. After a while, Fitz came down looking for her. When he didn't see her in the living room or kitchen, he asked Simone, who was still in the kitchen feeding her sourdough starter. Sourdough was Olivia's favorite type of bread and she loved it freshly baked by Simone.
"Do you know where Olivia is?"
"I think she went to the study," Simone said.
Fitz nodded and headed off. When he walked into the study Olivia closed the tab on the computer immediately and turned around.
"Real smooth, Sherlock Holmes," Fitz teased.
Olivia smiled, "I wasn't expecting you." She stood and walked to him. "I'm not hiding it from you. I'm just not ready to tell you yet."
Fitz lifted her around his waist and walked out of the den, "that's fine, as long as you're ready to ride my dick."
Olivia squealed, "I'm always ready."
He laughed as he carried her up the stairs and back to their bedroom. Fitz laid her back on the bed and pulled off her tiny pink shorts then turned her around and squeezed her ass. "Your ass is fucking amazing," he said as he spanked her lightly and then pulled down her boyshorts panties.
Olivia turned around once she was naked from the waist down and pushed down Fitz's pants and underwear in one motion. He stepped out of them and kicked them away.
She smiled when she saw his erection high and ready. She kneeled on the bed and propped herself up by the arms and then eagerly pressed her lips against the tip of his penis. "I haven't tasted you in a couple days," she whispered.
"We'll have to take care of that," he said as he held his shaft and guided it into her waiting mouth.
Her soft, plump lips stretched around his girth as he felt her tongue massaging up and down his shaft. She took her time lubricating him, moving her mouth up and down as far as she could and when he was finally wet she began to suck him. Fitz thrust slowly into her warm wet mouth and when he met her gaze he didn't break it and stared into her as she continued to suck him.
Olivia reached down between her legs and began to massage her clit with her fingertips. The heat she felt from sharing such intense eye contact with him left her desperate for release. Fitz slowly pulled his penis from her mouth then lifted her and laid her against the pillows. Olivia opened her legs around him as he leaned on the top of her.
"You make me so wet," she whispered, full of want. "Kiss me."
Fitz leaned down and pulled her lips between his, kissing her hungrily and passionately. In the midst of it, he sank into her.
"Fuck," he cursed against her lips. Breaking the kiss just briefly before rejoining their lips. He began thrusting with passion and purpose. When he finally broke the kiss it was so he could meet her gaze once again. Immediately Olivia crumbled under the intensity of his stunning blue eyes. Heat once again enveloped her and she came in rapture. Her walls clasped on his cock over and over again as he came simultaneously.
Fitz thrust faster and deeper, uneven in his rhythm, as he came ferociously.
"Fucking shit," he cursed as he slowly eased off of her and pulled out. "I can't describe to you how good you feel. There are no words."
"I'll take your word for it," Olivia teased breathlessly.
"What time do you have to get to work today?"
"6?"
He groaned, "and you come back at 6pm tomorrow?"
"Yes, then I have another 36-hour shift and then I'm off for the rest of the week, almost 4 days."
He hopped out of bed with a smile and searched in the nightstand until he found a sharpie. He popped the cap off and then leaned over Olivia.
"What are you doing?"
He smiled and held her legs and wrote FITZ right above her crotch.
"Oh my god," Olivia said as she covered her mouth.
"Should I write 'was here' or is that too obvious?"
She laughed and attempted to yank the pen from his hand but he was quick in dodging her. Then she felt him turn her around in her belly and he began writing again.
"Nooooo," she screamed, unable to control her laughter.
"Hold still-" he said as he finished writing.
She could feel the cold ink of the permanent marker on her skin and no matter how hard she tried to be serious she couldn't contain her grin.
Finally, he let up and she spun and tried to see what he wrote.
"What did you write?"
"Insert here- to remind me what to do next time we do anal."
She grabbed the pen.
"You wanna mark me up, fine, turn around."
"Oh no, you have to catch me for that Livie," he said with a grin.
She tried to grab him but he ducked and climbed off the bed.
"Fucking slow," he cursed with a boyish, teasing grin and walked to the bathroom.
"Not fair-" she screamed.
She waited until he turned into the bathroom and then she ran in behind him only for him to grab her as soon as she entered.
"So predictable," he whispered, then let her go and stepped back.
"Write what you want."
Olivia smiled and wrote her name across his chest in big, bold letters.
"You're mine," she said.
"Yeah."
"All mine."
He lifted her and kissed her fiercely then let her down and urinated as he had planned to before. Olivia washed his cum from her vagina and then dressed once again.
"Have you seen Ariana?" Fitz asked.
Olivia nodded, "before you woke up. She went upstairs to go back to bed. She was hung over."
Fitz nodded and checked his phone. "Catherine is asking for belly pictures."
"Is she trying to do one of those montages where it's like a picture a day of my belly growing?"
"Who the fuck knows," Fitz said with a chuckle.
They spent some time in the bedroom before they went down for lunch. After lunch, Olivia took a nap, and when she woke it was time to get ready for work. She showered and dressed and when Fitz dropped her at the hospital and returned home there was none other than Maya waiting for him at the door. He'd been alerted by his guards on his way back from the hospital.
She was standing beside Alexander, thin with more gray hair than he remembered her having.
"Why are you at my apartment?" Fitz asked as he stopped in front of his door.
"I want to talk to you- wait did you just drop Olivia off at work?"
"Yes, I did."
"Okay- that's good- I wanted to talk to you alone."
"Maya we have nothing to talk about," Fitz said.
"Please- just hear me out." She pleaded.
Fitz sighed and opened the door and let her in.
"Mr. Grant, I left dinner out for you. I'm heading out," Simone said.
He nodded.
Anna, the housekeeper, followed and waved to him goodbye.
Fitz pulled off his jacket as they left the apartment and hung it in the coat closet. Ariana descended the stairs.
"What's for dinner Fitz?"
"Fried pork chop and sweet plantains and I think something else- I don't remember. Black rice maybe?"
Arianna stopped in front of him and Maya.
"Who's this?" She asked.
"Olivia's mother Maya-"
"Oh god- uh- I'll be in the kitchen," Arianna said awkwardly. She walked away quickly. "You're daughter's great," she called out.
"What do you want to talk about?"
"Can I take off my jacket?" Maya said.
"Uh sure," he said. Maya took off her jacket and Fitz hung it in the coat closet. "Are you hungry? There's food."
Maya nodded.
Fitz kicked off his shoes and Maya followed him to the kitchen.
There was a beautiful dining room that had a view of the Boston seaport but it was so big that Olivia and Fitz never usually ate there. Their last dinner there was Christmas with his parents and Maya.
"You can just have mine. I'll get some from the fridge."
Fitz's food was served on a plate with a clear glass dome covering it. There was also a plate of green plantain chips and guacamole. His drink was a glass of scotch and a glass of water.
Fitz moved the scotch because he knew Maya didn't drink. She sat on the stool at the island as Fitz went into their large four-door refrigerator and took out the leftovers from dinner that were dated and packed individually. He took two containers and emptied them into a plate then heated them in the microwave. Meanwhile, Arianna grabbed her dinner and headed back upstairs.
He took guacamole from the fridge then sat on the other side of the island and dug into his food. Maya started eating when Fitz did.
He was halfway through when Maya cleared her throat and dropped her fork to the side before she began speaking.
"I came here to apologize for the way I acted at dinner. I was out of line and wrong. I thought I was protecting Olivia but I wasn't. I'm sorry."
"It's kind of late for an apology."
Maya sighed, "I know but I need you to talk to Olivia for me. She won't talk to me…I guess because she doesn't want to upset you…which I understand why you would be upset but I need my daughter in my life. I love her and I can't stand her not talking to me."
"If Olivia liked or even could stand being told what to do, she'd still be married to the asshole."
"You didn't tell her not to speak to me?"
"Nope, she decided to do that all on her own. I have no interest in being the reason her relationship with you falls to ruin. If she decided to speak to you tomorrow, I wouldn't care or stop her or even be upset and she knows that. "
Maya was quiet for a while.
"Tell me how to fix it?"
"We had this conversation before and you ignored me. Why are we having it again?"
"Please," Maya said softly.
Fitz sighed, "your entire premise of our relationship is wrong. I think the reason why you can't seem to rest is that you think somehow if you get rid of me, you'll get your old Olivia back but what you don't realize is that she's never coming back. Even if you got rid of me- which she would hate you for- before she met me she was suffocating. She couldn't breathe under all the pressure and the stress of meeting your fucking expectations and that is the one and only reason she ended up with me."
"I've made my peace with it- I've made my peace with her being with you."
"Either way, It's up to Olivia whether or not she reaches out to you. I don't tell her what to do."
Maya nodded and resumed eating. So did Fitz.
"I thought you'd be angrier with me," she said as she ate.
"I am angry but you're Olivia's mother so this is about as angry as I can get at you. Your speech at dinner gave us an extraordinarily shitty January but I blame myself for that much more than I blame you."
When they finished eating Maya stood. "How are you getting home?" Fitz asked.
"I was gonna take the bus," she said.
"It's cold, I'll get you an uber."
He watched her visibly stiffen, "oh, yeah, you can't take my blood money. I'll drop you, come on."
"It's not that-" Maya said. "It's just that I don't like taking things from people."
Fitz smiled and shook his head, "Olivia used to say the same thing. I wonder where she got that from."
"Yeah, I'm sure you think you can buy everyone."
"Is that what you think I did to your daughter? You think I bought her?"
"I didn't mean it like that-"
"Well, what did you mean?"
Maya didn't answer.
Fitz shrugged, "let me take you home."
They walked back to the front door and dressed before Fiz grabbed a pair of keys and headed out. He headed down the garage. After they were seated in the car, he pulled out and Maya gave him her address. She lived in the Roxbury area which was a 15-minute drive from the South Boston Waterfront. After a quick drive, Fitz stopped in front of her apartment building.
"Don't tell Olivia I visited," Maya said.
"There's not really anything to tell," Fitz said.
Maya nodded, "I don't think you bought her- that's not what I meant- I just keep putting my foot in my mouth. Sometimes I'm afraid to open it."
"It's fine," Fitz said, a bit softer.
Maya opened the door and let herself out. Fitz waited until she entered the building and drove off.
It was two days later and Olivia was sitting in the den on the sofa across from the therapist she'd found online. She had great reviews, was board certified, and was willing to do a home visit.
Fitz had a meeting with the Celtics coach and had left earlier in the day.
"I want you to start by telling me about yourself?"
"Well, my name is Olivia- you know that already. I'm 26 years old. I'm a surgery resident at Mass Gen Hospital. I'm four months pregnant. I share this apartment with my boyfriend Fitz, he's out on a meeting right now- I don't know what else to say."
"Are those the things that are important to you?"
"Yeah, I guess so-" she said with a nervous smile. "My career, my daughter, my relationship."
"In that order?" she asked.
"Not particularly in that order- guess I listed it by what I identify myself as the most. I've been a doctor or training to be a doctor for a long time. I only recently became pregnant and began my relationship- if that makes sense."
"It does," she said with a nod. "I was just wondering what your thought process was. Can you tell me why you felt you needed me?"
"Well, I was married before when I was 18. It lasted four years before a pretty tough divorce. I think that relationship is affecting my current relationship."
"How?"
"Well my boyfriend has made it pretty clear that he intends to marry me and I'd thought or I guessed I would never get married again. Obviously, he shouldn't be punished for what my ex did but as it stands, I'm terrified of marriage so I need some help to draw a line between the two relationships and get over everything that happened in my last relationship so I can have a clean slate in his one."
"I can't convince you to want to get married. The important question is: do you want to get married but you're afraid it won't work out or do you not want to get married whether it will work out or not."
"The first one," Olivia said with a chuckle. "I'd love to be his wife but once I start thinking about what comes after the wedding, if he'll change or if I'll be stuck- I freak out a little- a lot actually."
"I can work with that," she said.
When Fitz walked into the apartment he called out to Olivia. "LIVIE!"
"IN HERE!" she called from the den.
He kicked off his shoes and followed her voice. When he found her, she was sitting across from an older Latino woman.
"Hey-" he said, confused.
"This is Dr. Olivera, she's a therapist I'm seeing."
"Oh- well- I won't be long: are you up for a trip tonight?"
"A trip? Where?"
"You have three and a half days off, let's go to South Korea."
"South Korea? Are you serious?"
"Yeah. We'll leave this evening and take a 13- hour flight there. Spend a day and a half in Seoul and then come back with hours to spare before your shift."
Olivia gasped and smiled, "I'm in."
"Alright, I'll be in the bedroom," Fitz said, then he turned to the therapist, "nice to meet you. Take good care of her."
"I will," the therapist responded with a smile.
He closed the door and Olivia turned back to Dr. Olivera.
"See. He does all these amazing things and I don't really know what I contribute to the relationship other than my vagina. He literally gives me everything and I don't really have anything to give him in return and I'm terrified that eventually, he'll notice."
"Well, what did you bring to your last relationship?"
Olivia thought for a moment, "we were partners, I paid half the rent and bills and groceries and pretty much everything even though I was in school. I think the only thing I didn't contribute to was the car and that was because it was his. If we went out to dinner, we split the bill- at a certain point he tried to convince me to give him my paycheck at the end of the pay period because he was the head of the house and he should control the money- which I was young and dumb but not that dumb."
"That's financial, what other ways did you contribute?"
"I loved him, I supported him, I had sex with him even though I didn't particularly enjoy it really at all, I cooked, I cleaned- he didn't even know who his doctor was because I used to have to call and make the appointments. It makes me angry thinking about it because looking back- I gave him too much."
"Now can you tell me the differences in what you give to both relationships?"
Olivia took a moment then rolled her eyes and laughed, "I guess the only difference is that Fitz doesn't need me as his personal maid, chef, and assistant."
"Exactly."
"You're not giving less. He just isn't asking for as much as your other partner did."
"It's just- you know- my mom always taught me you take care of a man by cooking and cleaning and doing all those things- she did that for my dad and he was wealthy, he'd never hired someone else to do it because that was her job as a housewife, he thought so and she thought so. I really just need to scrub that from my mind because that doesn't apply to my relationship."
Olivia finished up her almost 3-hour session and then headed upstairs to Fitz. He was on the phone in their closet. When she walked inside Leona was in his closet with him packing things into his suitcase.
Olivia walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his waist.
"-who's idea was that? It was stupid. The entire reason that property is so profitable is because of the low overhead. I'm not changing that." The conversation went on for a few moments longer. "Yeah, it really makes no sense to keep that room. Make it available for booking. I won't be using it." After a few more moments he ended the call. He slipped his phone into his pocket and kissed Olivia against her hair.
"So you're serious?" She said with a smile.
He nodded, "we need to get out of here by 5.
She nodded excitedly, "what are we gonna do?"
"Explore the city, eat some street food and then head back. It's cold there- unfortunately."
"That's okay," she said as walked to her Goyard duffle bag and stretched for it. Immediately she felt Fitz behind her lift it off the shelf.
"Thank you," she said.
"Leona can help you pack," Fitz said as the phone rang again. "I have to take this. It's Jaime."
He headed out and Olivia stayed back while Leona packed both her and Fitz's duffle bags and a small suitcase. She had rushed back from the hospital to meet her therapist and so after Leona finished packing all their things she headed to the bathroom and to shower quickly. She wrapped up her hair that was blown out and straight with long extensions and covered it with a cap then she gauged the water in the shower and stepped in. She was almost finished when Fitz stepped in behind her. Olivia turned around and wrapped her arms around him and pressed her breasts against his chest.
He smiled when he saw her polka dot shower cap.
"So Jaime just closed the deal on the house. It's official ours. It took a little longer but it's done."
Her mouth fell open and she squealed excitedly and jumped, "I'm so excited. I want to go see it again- when we get the chance. It's my dream home. It's perfect. Oh my gosh- thank you! Thank you! Thank you, baby!" She hugged him tighter and then tipped on her toes and kissed him.
Fitz laughed and kissed her back. "Anything to make you happy," he whispered. "Normally I'd let you stay here and bounce your tits against my chest for as long as you want but we really do need to get out of here to make the flight."
"Right," Olivia said with a smile.
She sat across from him on the plane as they prepared to take off. Just two guards would accompany them on the trip. Leona stayed back to continue to work while Fitz was gone. Arianna begged to come along once she found out but Fitz was adamant that she couldn't.
Once they took off and it was safe to go to the cabin, they unbuckled their belts and headed back to the room. Olivia slipped off her shoes and then her leggings and crawled into the bed in her sweater. Fitz undressed and joined her.
"When did you plan this?"
"A few days ago when you told me you had so many days off."
Fitz covered them both with the blanket and wrapped his arm around her.
"What goes into planning it? Since it's your own plane?"
"Not that much- the pilot and co-pilot are my employees, they're pretty much always on call, as are a couple of flight attendants. They usually just have to clear the flight path with whatever agency of whatever country we're flying over, secure take-off and landing at whatever airports we're using, and figure out parking or whatever else- I never actually do it, I outsource that stuff."
"It must cost a lot," she said.
"This jet actually makes me money."
"Really? How?"
"I charter it out for between $8,000-$10,000 an hour which takes care of the pilot and co-pilot, the flight attendants' salaries, maintenance, fuel, hangar storage, taxes and fees, everything. It really makes no sense to have it laying around when I don't use it. After paying for all that I make about $4,000 an hour for each flight which checks out to about 12 million a year."
"You're brilliant."
He chuckled, "you sound so surprised."
"I'm not but you're so good with money in…ways I don't even think about."
"I told you to invest your money. You have it sitting in the bank and sure it's gaining interest but you could be making so much more on it."
"I did the interest calculation and in two years I'll make $61,000," Olivia said.
"Yeah, but you would make a quarter of a million in one year. If you're lucky you could double it to two million by Christmas."
Olivia nodded, "I'm gonna call that lady's number you gave me."
"Good," he said as he kissed her cheek.
She smiled, "now that you've told me all of this, there's no way you're only worth half a billion dollars."
He smiled and shook his head. "Is that so?"
"Yes."
She waited for him to continue but he didn't.
"Come on, tell me how much…" she entreated. "Tell me."
"Why do you want to know?"
"Because I want to."
"Not even Arianna knows."
"I still want to know."
Fitz pulled her closer and whispered in her ear. "I'm on track to be a billionaire by the time our daughter's born."
His mouth fell open for a few seconds and then she playfully punched him. "You lied to me."
"I didn't lie. I told you it's more than doubled which is technically true."
She chuckled, "fine…that's technically true."
"Let's talk about you now?" Fitz said.
"Oh boy," Olivia said.
"You're seeing a therapist."
She nodded, "you mentioned it a while back and I resisted but after the marriage conversation I knew I had to. Today made me remember how much I hate him and how much I have to unlearn all the things Maya taught me about life and relationships."
Fitz kissed her cheek, "just take it, slow baby. You don't need to fix everything overnight."
"How was the meeting with the couch?"
"I declined the job," Fitz said.
"I'm not surprised," Olivia said. "If you don't want to do it then you shouldn't force yourself. It's not like you need to work."
"I think I'd enjoy being around the game I just wouldn't enjoy - working…, especially as an assistant coach, granted I only planned on doing it until I decided to step back into running my businesses full time but even that seemed unbearable."
Olivia smiled and kissed him against the chest. "Come to think of it, you'd probably be the worst employee ever."
"I would," he said as he stretched. "Get some rest, to be after 7pm when we get to Seoul so we'll have the night and then we'll leave at 12am the following day. We'll get back to Boston at 1am and you can sleep for work at 6am."
"I'm so excited," she said, "I'll try to sleep now."
"Here," he said as he sat up and grabbed the remote from the compartment at the side of the bed. He turned on the flat screen tv embedded in the wall and switched on Netflix to the most boring documentary he could mind. They were asleep shortly after.
When they landed in Seoul it was almost 8pm. After their encounter with immigration agents on the plane, Fitz opted to walk through the Incheon airport so Olivia could experience it. They were met by a driver and translator at the arrivals exit and the black SUV drove them to their hotel, the Signiel Seoul. The drive was over an hour and when they arrived, they were greeted by friendly hotel staff. The translator accompanied them up to their room, the presidential suite on the 110th floor. It had a gorgeous view of Seoul and the room was utterly modern and luxurious with sleek elegant furniture and an entirely gray marble bathroom featuring a large hot tub. After the hotel staff dropped off their bags, the guards left to find their room and the translator went down to the driver to give them time to get ready for their night out.
Olivia walked to their glass wall and stared at the city. It was a view to behold. She turned to reach for Fitz to share the moment with him but he was already behind her.
"Are you tired?" he asked.
Olivia shook her head and wrapped his arms around her body, "not at all." She turned around and hugged him, "I do need a bath though."
"Me too."
Olivia walked over to her suitcase and opened it to remove her toiletries bag. She grabbed a hair claw and pinned up her hair and then met Fitz in the bathroom. The large marble shower was on and Fitz was naked by the glass wall, looking out at the city. She took a moment to stare- which she often did because he was so beautiful. His body was -fucking insane- was how she inwardly described him as she gazed at his toned abs and lean muscles. His ass was tight and his penis hung between his legs just below a tuft of brown hair. His chest was hairless but there was a coat of scattered brown hair on his legs.
Olivia snapped out of her daze and began to strip. He'd turned his attention to her when he noticed her in the room and he watched her as she undressed and then walked to him with her little belly round and protruding. He loved to see the curve of his belly and swollen breasts- that always reminded him that he was lucky enough to have a woman as amazing and beautiful as Olivia carrying his daughter.
She walked to him and ran her hands up his chest, "are you ready for me?" she asked softly. Fitz lifted her around his waist and kissed her softly. Olivia wrapped her arms around him to secure herself and he spun her around and pressed her against the glass wall.
"I'm ready for you," she groaned in between kisses.
Fitz pressed her against his chest so he could feel her breasts against him then slowly entered her where she was warm and slippery wet. He thrust slowly as he gripped her ass to hold her in place. Olivia broke the kiss from his lips and kissed down his chin then further down his neck where she knew he was ticklish. He groaned and faltered in this thrust. The pleasure of it momentarily throwing him off his game. Olivia sucked against the crook of his neck and felt him spank her ass.
"Fuck," she cried.
The slap felt like a punishment for teasing where he was ticklish and that made it so much hotter. She grabbed a handful of his gorgeous, thick brown hair and sucked harder against his neck. He gritted his teeth and sped up, fucking her harder against the wall, and seconds later, they climaxed together.
Once her breathing returned she opened her eyes and met him. There was a bright red spot on his neck and it made her smile. Fitz could see it in his slight reflection in the glass wall and shook his head at the Hickie.
He carried her to the shower and they bathed together and then dressed. Olivia did her light makeup which consisted of concealer, blush, mascara, and lipgloss then they headed down to meet the guards, drivers, and translator.
"Which restaurant are we going to again?" Olivia asked
"The best restaurant in Seoul- apparently- I don't know," he said with a chuckle.
Once the driver pulled around they headed off. The restaurant was just about 20 minutes away. It had modern Korean decor. Fitz ordered the grilled Crab and octopus with marinated lamb while Olivia ordered the marinated lamb and grilled vegetables. The food was delicious and after dinner, they went on a Hangang River cruise and watched the lights on the river and the fireworks after the 50 minutes ride. After the cruise, they visited a bar close to the hotel where Fitz had drinks and Olivia had an ice-cream rice cake dessert. They listened to karaoke from tourists and locals alike and then finally headed back to the hotel after midnight.
The next morning, Fitz woke after 8 and Olivia woke just a bit later. After having breakfast at the hotel restaurant, they went to the Evian Spa for massages and Olivia also had a facial. When they returned from the spa, they showered and dressed and headed to the currency exchange shop for cash then to the Dongdaemun Market. They spent the afternoon sampling the street food and Olivia bought small trinkets, candies, and other items she saw throughout the market. It took hours to walk through the entire thing and after they'd sent off one of the guards with Olivia's bags while they stopped for a late lunch at one of the restaurants in the market. Olivia had the ramen with an entire lobster inside which was utterly delicious and Fitz had the same.
By late afternoon, they headed to the Galleria to shop at the luxury stores. In 3 hours, Fitz purchased Olivia just over $70,000 worth of luxury items from Louis Vuitton, Gucci, Celine, Dior, and several other stores before they headed back to the hotel. They showered and dressed for dinner not far from the hotel then after a night drive they headed to their hotel to collect their luggage and check out for the airport.
Olivia could barely keep her eyes open during the take-off of the plane and once it was safe to move Fitz took her to the cabin to sleep.
When Olivia woke it was dark in the cabin. She felt Fitz pressed behind her and his erection was between them. She reached behind her body to feel him and then immediately felt him push down his pants. It was as if he was waiting for her to wake. Once he was free from his pants he pulled down her pants and underwear and slid into her but he met some resistance because he hadn't prepared her or given her time to get wet for him. She groaned as try to go further and Fitz stopped and kissed her softly as he ran his hands up her body and cupped her breasts under her shirt. He took his time, kissing her slowly until he felt her wetness grow and he pushed further into her with much more ease.
It was a quick fuck and once it was over, they both fell asleep right after. When she woke again the light was on in the cabin and Fitz was up and talking on the phone.
"We have to stop for fuel," he said as he pulled the phone from his air. "We're in Alaska."
Olivia sat up and nodded and when she opened the window she realized they were in an airport sitting on the runway while airport workers were around the plane. She sat up and realized her panties were still down to her thighs and her pants were totally removed.
Fitz walked over and leaned on top of her and kissed her softly, "it'll only be a few minutes," he said before he went back to his conversation.
After a few more minutes he ended the call.
"Do we have to go back to the seats for takeoff?"
He shook his head and sat beside her on the bed, "it's fine. Are you hungry?"
"I'm still so full from everything I ate," she said with a smile as she caressed her belly. She was 17 weeks and two days pregnant. Fitz leaned down and kissed her belly and ran his hands up and down then kissed her again.
They both felt it at the same time. The movement.
Olivia gasped
"What was that?"
"She just moved- oh my god- she moved."
Fitz's mouth fell open into a smile when he felt it again.
Olivia laughed and tried moving her fingertips over the spot to get more movement from her daughter but there was none. "I think she's tired of us now."
Fitz grabbed her and kissed her, "That was amazing. Was that the first time?"
She nodded.
"What does it feel like?"
"It's hard to describe…it feels like little flutters but on the inside. It's a little ticklish."
He lifted her onto his lap and kissed her lips.
"I can't wait to have our daughter," Olivia whispered as she kissed him back.