Chapter Five: What the Heart Wants
Thursday afternoon
"You said that to him?!" Alex gasped, before letting out a breathy laugh. "Oh my god I cannot believe you said that to him, and you caused a scene! What have you done with my sister? No wonder it took you four days to tell me what happened." Olivia and Alex were Liv's room, on the bed watching reruns of Martin on Centric. Alex had been pestering Liv ever since she got back from her trip on Sunday, to tell her what happened. The moment Liv walked through the door, Alex could tell something was wrong, Liv's face said it all. Plus, Alex knew her sister better than she knew herself, Liv couldn't keep anything form her.
They were on their third episode, when Olivia got tired of Alex's begging and finally told her what happened in Paris.
Olivia rolled her eyes at Alex' dramatics. "I did not cause a scene, I said almost. We were in a hallway, no one could see us."
"But you still stood up to him, and told him off. I'm proud of you, I know it wasn't easy for you." Alex jumped off the bed, and headed over to Liv's closet. "So where's this dress he got you?"
"Hanging in the back." Olivia responded, and a moment later she heard Alex gasp. She'd found the dress.
"Holy shit! Liv this is a Rodarte gown. This probably came straight off the runway. Do you know how much a gown like this cost?!"
"I'd rather not think about it. I don't like the thought of him spending that kind of money on me."
"Well hell, the way I look at it, he owes you. All the bullshit he's put you through, and you haven't even known the man more than four months." Alex held the gown up to herself, mentally picturing herself in it. "I guess this was a good weekend for you huh? You sell all your art, get an expensive gown, get kissed by a handsome millionaire, and finally tell your boss off. I'd say this was a more than successful trip."
"I know!" Olivia dropped her face on her bed, burying it in the pillows. "I know! And now I'm probably gonna lose my job!"
"Well what did he say?"
"Nothing yet." Liv mumbled in her sheets. "I've been basically avoiding him since we got back. I don't have anything new to turn in, so I haven't had a reason to go to his office. But I know soon or later he's gonna bump into me and fire me."
"Not unless he wants a lawsuit on his hands." Alex finger combed through Olivia's hair. "You signed a contract cheeks, legally he can't fire you until your two years are up and the contract expires. Or if you violate something in the contract, so your job is fine."
Olivia lifted her head and smirked. "Mom always did want you to be a layer."
"Ugh I hate lawyers. A bunch of rich, snobby assholes in stuffy suits. No thank you. I was supposed to be a lawyer and you were supposed to be a doctor."
"I hate biology and loathed math."
"Which is why I'm not in law school and you're not in med school." Alex smiled. "So what are you gonna do now?"
"I don't know." Liv shrugged. "I guess just keep going to work, not like I have a choice anyway. I'll just keep ignoring him, and hope that he eventually gets the hint."
"Which is?"
"That I'm not interested." Liv said, as if it was the most obvious thing. "That this is it, we're finished. That whatever is going on between us has to stop. It's what's best."
"You trying to convince him or yourself?"
"Him obviously! He is the one with the problem! He's the one who can't decide what he wants. He's the one that keeps kissing me whenever he wants."
"Well what do you want?"
"I don't know." Olivia lied, and Alex could tell she was lying. "I want him to make up his mind. I want him to stop playing with my feelings and leading me on if there's nothing for me."
"So in other words you want him." Alex smirked.
"No." Olivia quickly lied again, and Alex shot her a look. "Yes," She whispered.
"Then go and get him!"
"But I don't want him if he's not even sure he wants me. I'll look like an idiot."
"Baby he's a man. They don't know what they want. That's why they have us to show them."
Olivia rolled her eyes, done with the conversation. It was depressing, and she didn't feel like being depressed. "Whatever. I don't wanna talk about it anymore."
"Good, me either. Get dressed, we're going out." Alex hopped off the bed, and went into Olivia's closet.
"What?"
"We're going to club Eko with Quinn and Harrison."
"What No. I don't feel like going out."
"Olivia you are leaving this house even if I have to drag you out. Come on, you need to get out."
"No, I just wanna stay home and catch up on Zoo and Extant. I've missed like two weeks."
"Olivia, I love you which is why I'm not gonna let you continue to sit in this room being depressed about your life. You've been moping in this room for the past four days, and enough is enough. So you have a screwed up love life, everyone does. It's human, you question the ones who have the perfect ones. So, I am gonna find you something sexy to wear, you're going to put it on, and we are going to dance all your problems away."
Oliva sighed, and flopped back onto the bed. She knew she wasn't going to win this argument, and just gave in, waiting for Alex to finish refilling through her closet. "Who goes to a club on Thursday night anyway?"
"Fun people Olivia!" Alex called from the closet. "People who like to have fun, no matter the day of the week."
"Eko always has a mile long line outside the doors. I really don't feel like standing in a line for three hours just to get in. Especially if you expect me to wear heels."
"Oh don't worry about that." Alex came out the closet with a couple of dresses in her hand for Olivia to pick from. She put the clothes on the bed, and went back to get shoes and accessories. "You remember Quinn's best friend Huck. The scary but adorable looking one? He's the DJ and really close with the club owner. He got us VIP seating, free champagne and everything. Plus the bouncer has a little thing for me."
"Whatever. Listen we can't stay all night okay? I have errands to run in the morn-"
"Don't worry cheeks, I'll get you home so you can go do your boring errands tomorrow."
X
"Hi Tony." Alex purred into the bouncer's ear at Club Eko. There was a line wrapped around the building full of angry people who had been waiting to get in for at least an hour. Alex and Olivia just walked by with their short dresses and high heels, heading straight into the club.
"Hello beautiful. You ladies are looking lovely tonight."
"Thanks Tony. This is my little sister Olivia." Alex introduced Olivia who was standing behind her.
"Well hello, you looks just as beautiful as your sister here."
"This is my twin." Alex told him.
"Really? Double the trouble then?"
"No not really, I wear the halo." Olivia smiled. She was flirting, and didn't know why. Maybe it was her way of getting back at Fitz. Sure he'd never know she was flirting with the bouncer, but it still felt good.
"Maybe I can find out for myself sometime." Tony said, feeling hopeful.
"Nope she's taken." Alex said, grabbing Olivia's arm and walking them into the club. "Where do you get off flirting with my bouncer?" Alex joked.
Olivia rolled her eyes, "Why'd you tell him that I was taken?"
"Ugh! Because you are."
"I am not taken by anyone Alex, and certainly not by Fitzgerald Grant. He made it very clear."
"You two are giving me a headache, and I don't even know the man. Listen, the sooner you and Fitzgerald stop lying to yourselves the better for all it will be. Come on, Quinn's already here."
X
"Alex!" Quinn squealed, when Alex and Olivia came into view. Alex met Quinn at a poetry bar she and Olivia went too often. Quinn's band was playing, and Alex loved her voice. Alex found out she wasn't happy with her current band and got her to join hers. She played the guitar and sang like an angel.
"Hey Olivia!" Quinn gave Olivia a hug, after she released Alex.
"Liv." Harrison gave her a hug. Harrison was Olivia's old friend from college. They had the same English class together. And ever since Olivia and Alex had met Harrison, they were fully aware that he had a crush on the both of them. He had met Alex first, during orientation, then met Olivia when she sat down beside her sister. Poor guy didn't know which one he liked better. They were both beautiful and smart and funny, he just couldn't choose. It really didn't matter in the end though, because neither Olivia nor Alex felt for him in that way. They always thought of Harrison as the brother they never had.
"What she do to get you to come out?" He asked.
"She wouldn't stop begging." Olivia answered, sitting down on one of the plush, white, leather couches.
"That'll work."
"It certainly did." Alex came over with three glasses of champagne, and handed one to Olivia and Quinn. Harrison was already drinking something that looked too strong for Olivia to handle. "To the girls, and Harrison. May we fuck shit up tonight, and regret it tomorrow."
"Cheers!"
Olivia quickly drowned her champagne, taking her sisters advice to worry about it tomorrow. She didn't want to admit that Alex was right. She had spent much too long worry about Fitz and tonight, she was gonna slip that to the back of her mind. She picked up one of the many shot glasses on the table, and she and Alex both downed two each.
Tonight was gonna be interesting.
An hour later…
"Look at your sister!" Quinn burst out laughing, as she pointed over to Olivia, who was being hoisted up on the bar. Three guys helped her up, two on her arms and one held her back as she climbed up on the bar. Cheers and hollers rang, as Olivia grind to the music. She didn't even know the song, but she loved the beat. She had been dancing with two guys, when she felt someone lifting her to the bar top. She didn't even protest, just kept on dancing.
Over the course over the hour that they had been at the club, Olivia had consumed more drinks than she could remember. She didn't drink a lot, but when she did she could hold her liquor. She wasn't sloppy drunk, but her sensibility and judgement making was completely blurred. She felt good, she felt alive and free. Better than she had in months. She didn't have a care in the world except swinging her hips to the beat.
"What the hell did you give her?! She's been dancing all night, I have never seen your sister like this!" Quinn said, watching Olivia shake her ass in front of the entire bar. The little black dress Alex told her to put on was riding up her legs, exposing her chocolate brown thighs. The men were drooling, and the women were envious. Olivia was wearing a simple long sleeved black dress that stopped well above her knees, but not in a trashy way. The back of the dress although, was pretty nonexistent. It had a large circular cutout in the back that dipped dangerously low to the small of her back. Her hair was in a bun, but after an hour of nonstop dancing, her hair had fallen considerably and Olivia just pulled the rest of the pins out. Now her hair was a mass of wild loose curls, very sexy.
"I have no clue, but I'm glad she's relaxing. She was beginning to depress me." Alex drowned another shot, just as the DJ changed the music. TLC's red light special came on, and Alex immediately got excited. "Oh my God, I love this song! Quinn I love your friend!" Alex took yet another shot, and walked off to the bar. "I'm gonna go dance with Liv."
Alex had to push past a sea of men, and a few women, to get to the bar. "Hey big guy." Alex tapped on some guy's shoulders. "Lift me up." She commanded, and the guy didn't need to be told twice. "Liv, you have no idea how much I love you right now!" Olivia only smiled, and shaked a little harder when the music changed again. She couldn't remember the last time she had this much fun. When she had had enough, she just fell into the sea of men. She knew one of them would catch her. She landed in the big guy's arms, and he gently wrapped them around her, before setting her down.
"How about me and you have a little one on one dance." He crooned in her ear.
"I have to pee." She responded back drunkenly, clearly not what the guy wanted to hear. Nevertheless, he let her go and she grabbed Alex's arm dragging her to the bathroom with her. "Why is everyone peeing at the same time?!" Olivia banged on the stall door, waiting for someone to open up. "Come on, hurry up!"
"Olivia calm down!" Alex laughed, not trying to hold it in. Liv was walking back and forth, holding herself like a man. "Stop holding yourself like that! You do not have a dick my dear." Out of all of Olivia's personalities, her drunk one was by far the funniest. Not say she was schizophrenic or anything, but everyone becomes a different person from time to time.
"Come on, there wasn't a line for the men's bathroom."
"Seriously you're gonna use the men's bathroom."
"Yes and you're gonna watch the door."
X
"Finally." Olivia said to herself, as she squatted over the toilet, not daring to actually sit on it. She didn't know why, but all of a sudden her thoughts shifted to Fitz. Maybe because she was currently peeing in a men's restroom. But for whatever reason, she was thinking about him, and she was getting herself angry all over again. And the fact that she was heavily intoxicated didn't help things. Her emotions were always all over the place whenever she drank. It was part of the reason she didn't drink often.
Why does he have to be such an idiot? Why can't he make up his stupid mind? We could be together right now! I didn't want to be here. We could've been together. Olivia was currently talking to herself in the mirror, wishing she could say those things to Fitz.
"Olivia who are you talking to?" Alex asked on the other side of the door. "Olivia?"
Olivia swung the door open with urgency. "Give me your phone." She slurred.
"What?"
"Give me your phone." She demanded more urgently.
"Use your own."
"I didn't bring my purse, give me your phone right now!" Olivia snatched Alex's purse from her hands, and dug out her phone.
"Who are you calling?" Instead of answering, Olivia shut the door in her face. "You better not be calling Roger Olivia! I swear to God!"
X
Fitz was sitting on his couch, looking over a few portfolios and sipping on scotch when his phone rang. He was shocked to see someone was calling him at almost twelve at night. He wasn't expecting a call, and the only other person he could think off that would be calling him so late was Patrick. But Patrick had coincidently run into Chrissy recently, and Fitz hadn't heard much from him. He knew he was gonna be busy well into the night and the rest of the week.
Fitz picked up his phone, didn't recognize the number so he didn't answer it. He was looking at a picture in one of the portfolios when his phone rang again. He look at the caller ID, and it was the same number as a few moments ago. Deciding that they weren't going to stop calling until her answered the phone, Fitz hit the answer button.
"Why didn't you answer the phone?!" A drunken Olivia shouted through the phone.
"Hel- hello?" Fitz could barely hear the person over the music in the background.
"I called you, why didn't you answer the phone?!"
"Olivia?" Fitz became suddenly alarmed, by the sound of her voice. He could tell that she had been drinking, because her words were so slurred. And judging by the music in the background, he would guess that she was at a bar or a club. "Olivia is that you?"
Olivia snickered on the phone, the effects of the alcohol really kicking in. She didn't even know why she was calling him. "It might be." She said in a sing-song-voice.
"Olivia are you drunk?"
"I might beeee." Olivia laughed again, "You should come get drunk with me too."
"Where are you?"
"Are you gonna drink with me?"
"No Olivia, I'm gonna take you home."
"But I don't wanna go home." Olivia pouted like a child being denied candy. "You're no fun you big meanie."
"Olivia just tell me where you are." Fitz demanded, getting a little frustrated.
"Why do you have to be so mean all the time? You are always hurting my feelings. And that's not very nice young man."
"Olivia just tell me where you are so I can come get you."
"Nope." Olivia giggled and hung up the phone. That should piss him off just fine.
X
"Olivia? Olivia?" Fitz called out her name in the phone, until the dial tone rang in his ear. "Dammit." Fitz violently pushed the end button, slamming his phone on the coffee table. What the hell was she thinking? How could she go to come club and get stinking drunk? Doesn't she know what could happened to her? Olivia was a small woman, and Fitz wasn't completely sure she could defend herself. He hoped she was with someone else, judging by the number she called from. But then again she could've gotten her number changed just to avoid if I called. Lord knows she's been doing everything else to make sure she didn't run into me.
"Shit." Fitz ran a hand down his face, before getting up to put on some jeans and shoes. Remembering that he didn't know where she was, Fitz picked up his phone and redialed the number that had just called. The voice that answered was obviously not Olivia. At first he was upset, then thought it better that Olivia didn't pick up the phone. This woman seemed to be just as intoxicated as Olivia, if not more, but she might be more inclined to tell him where Olivia was, than Olivia herself.
"Hello?"
"Hello, may I asked who I'm speaking with?"
Alex scoffed on the other end, "You called me, who is this?"
Fitz rubbed his forehead, compelling himself to not get impatient or angry. "A woman by the name of Olivia Pope just called me from this number and-"
"Whoa, why do you have to sound so official?" Alex laughed, and Fitz rolled his eyes. Clearly she had been drinking whatever Olivia was certainly intoxicated with.
"Do you or do you not know Olivia?"
"Relax chief, Liv is my sister. What do you care?"
"Alex?" Fitz remembered Olivia telling him she had a twin sister named Alex.
"Yeah that's my name." Alex responded smartly, throwing back another shot.
"Listen, where are you?"
"I don't even know your name, and you call me asking all these questions. Now you're demanding to know where I am, like I'm supposed to just tell you. I don't know you. How do I know you're not an axe murderer or something? How-"
"My name is Fitzgerald. Fitzgerald Grant." Fitz said, cutting off Alex's little rant. He didn't have time to listen to her long ass monologue. He had to get Olivia.
"Fitzgerald? Like Fitz? The one who's been kissing on my sister?" Alex laughed. Fitz shook his head, but was a little pleased that Olivia talked about him to her sister.
"Yeah."
"Well why the hell didn't you say so you idiot. Yeah Olivia's with me, we're at Club Eko, but I would hurry if I were you. She's been dancing with this muscle type dude for like the past five minutes and they're already practically fucking on the dance floor." Alex snickered, she could hear Fitz's breathing change over the phone. She got to him, the image of another man with his hands all over Olivia was enough to make his blood boil. That'll teach you to fuck with my sister. Alex smirked, and ended the call. She was confident that Mr. Grant would be walking through the door at any moment.
X
"Excuse me." Fitz pushed yet another stranger to the side, trying to get to the front of the line at Club Eko. It only took him half the initial time to get to the club and when he got there, he was angered to see a line around the block. It was Thursday Who the hell parties like this on a Thursday? People who don't have jobs or responsibilities that's who.
"Whoa whoa whoa, easy there partner." Tony put a hand on Fitz's chest to stop him from going in the club. "You can't just walk up in here like that. I know you saw this rope."
Fitz pulled a couple hundreds' from his money clip, and shoved it in the bouncer's jacket pocket. "Get out of my face."
"Yes sir."
X
The music in the club was deafening and the crowd was suffocating. No wonder there were so many people being held outside, there was absolutely no room for anyone else in here. Fitz was sure they were breaking some kind of occupancy law.
Fitz searched the crown for Olivia, and came up empty. There were just too many people. Knowing he wasn't going to spot her where he was standing, Fitz climbed up the steps. He didn't go the full way, just enough to be able to see above the crowd. As soon as he got high enough Fitz immediately spotted Olivia. And just as her sister had told him, she was on the dance floor with some muscle, meat head dude. She had her back pressed up against his front grinding like they were in a bed. His arms were wrapped around her, his hands splayed possessively across her stomach. Olivia had one arm on top of his on her stomach, while the other was wrapped around his neck, pressing his face into her neck.
Fitz gripped the railing until his knuckles turned white. Who the fuck does he think he is, touching what's mine. And why the hell is she letting him?! I know I've been screwing up with her lately, but really? This guy?
Before he could think anymore, Fitz was making his way down the steps and over to where the man and Olivia were dancing. He fought through the crowd and several grabby hand females. And soon as he reached Olivia, he wordlessly grabbed her by the arm and pulled her out of the man's hold. He still hadn't spoken a word, as he pulled Olivia behind him.
"Hey what the hell do you think you're doing?" The man grabbed Fitz's jacket and pulled him and Olivia back.
"You need to find someone else to dance with." Fitz said calmly. The man was the same height as Fitz, but he was way more built than Fitz. The man obviously lived in the gym. But Fitz wasn't gonna back down, he wasn't intimidated by the man.
Olivia stayed to the side quietly, still in Fitz's hold. She was a little shocked that Fitz was here. She knew when she called him, that there was a possibility that he would come. But seeing him actually here warmed her heart, because he actually came for her. He cared enough to come for her when he thought she was in trouble.
"I have one buddy, now you need to find one." The man went to pull Olivia away from Fitz, and he pushed the man back into the crowd.
"I said find another." The way Fitz was speaking, had Olivia clutching her thighs together. She'd heard his authoritative voice before, but his manly protective voice was sex as hell. Why couldn't he talk like that all the time?
"Are you alright?" Fitz asked Olivia. She didn't even realize he was talking to her, she was still in a haze over his voice. "Olivia? Are you cold?" he noticed she was shivering a little, and he understood with the lack of clothing she had on. Fitz unzipped his jacket and put it around her shoulders. He had to put the arms in for her, because she was still starring off at him and wasn't much help. "That better?"
"You are so hot." When Fitz took off his jacket, he revealed his tight black v neck underneath. The arms hugged his muscled tightly, looking as if it would burst when he flexed. "And your voice is so hot."
"Olivia how much have you had to drink?" Fitz wanted to laugh a little, but right now wasn't the time.
"I just want you to talk me to sleep." Olivia ignored his question.
"Olivia-"
"I could just go to sleep right here." Olivia laid her head on Fitz chest, and wrapped her arms around his waist.
"Where is your sister Liv?"
"What's with the twenty questions?" Olivia burst out laughing, as if it was the funniest thing in the world.
"Olivia." Fitz gipped her shoulders to steady her.
"Ooh Mr. Serious." Liv flipped his bottom lip with her finger and giggled. "I'm sorry, sir. She is up the stairs sir." Olivia saluted him, before laughing again.
Fitz rolled his eyes, and took her hand leading her up the steps. He wanted to just take her back to his car and take her home, but he didn't want to just take Liv and have her sister spending the rest of the night looking for her. It wasn't hard to spot her sister once he made it to the VIP. He had seen a glimpse of her the night she came to pick up Olivia from work, when her car wouldn't crank. And also Alex and Olivia just favored so much. You couldn't tell they were twins, but you could definitely tell they were related in some way. Fitz made the quick walk over to Alex, who was sitting on a white couch with three other people. It was a woman and two men, he recognized the Hispanic man was the DJ when he first came in.
"Lexi!" Olivia shouted, when they came into view. She was now leaning into Fitz a little, because it was becoming harder to walk. And the trip up the steps didn't help her any. Maybe she couldn't hold her liquor as best she thought, but it had also been a very long time since she drank like this. "Look it's my Fitzy he came for me."
"Fitzy?" Alex along with the rest of the group laughed. "You must be Fitz. I should kick your ass with all the things my sister's told me about you."
"Yeah well, you'll just have to save that for another night. Tonight I'm taking your sister home."
"And what, I'm just supposed to let you take her?"
"It's not like she doesn't know me. I'm not gonna kill her and I'm not an axe murderer of whatever you called me. Ask her if she wants to come with me."
Alex asked Olivia if she wanted to go with Fitz, and she quickly responded with a loud yes and started laughing. Alex knew that Fitz wouldn't hurt Olivia, and by the looks of Liv, she also knew that her sister needed to go home. "Alright fine, but you just know that I know what you look like, I have your phone number, and I can find out where you live. If something happens to my sister I will personally chop your balls off with a rusty steak knife. You got me?"
"Sure. Balls, chop, off got it."
"And I will be cashing in that ass whopping soon."
"Yes ma'am." Fitz said his goodbyes and walked Olivia out of the club.
"Damn that man is fine as hell." Alex said to herself, watching Fitz walk away.
As he walked her out the club, she got halfway to his car when her legs finally gave out on her and he ended up picking her up and carrying her to his car. He was glad that he drove his SUV tonight, so he laid her down in the back.
X
"Olivia stop."
Olivia only giggled, and continued to kiss Fitz neck as her carried her into his penthouse apartment. He had driven her to his place, and she slept the entire way. It wasn't until he got to his building and was taking her out of his car that she woke up. And ever since she had, she had been kissing and biting on his neck as he carried her to the elevator, the entire way up and into his apartment. Even in her drunken state she knew what she was doing, she was paying him back. This was payback for all the times he had teased her, for all the times he had kissed her a pulled away.
"Olivia stop really." Fitz carried her to his bedroom and put her on the bed. He bent down to pull her shoes off and she started rubbing her hands through his hair.
"I wanna make sex with you Fitz." Olivia slurred, laughing at what she had said. "I mean have sex! I want to have sex with you. Don't you want to have sex with me?" Fitz ignored her, and pulled her dress above her head. He went to his drawers and took out a plain white shirt before going back to the bed. Olivia was sitting on the bed in only her bra and panties, laughing at nothing at all.
"I know you want to have sex with me." Olivia said as Fitz pulled his shirt over her head, trying to not get distracted by her half naked body. She was wearing a plain black cotton bra and a pair of cotton blue and black underwear with tiny penguins. He thought it was funny how she was wearing a sexy seductress dress and had on penguins underwear beneath it. She also looked very sexy and adorable in her underwear.
"You wanna know how I know Fitz?" Fitz again was about to ignore her and lay her back on the bed. He was just about to lean her back, when she abruptly grabbed his penis through his pants. He instantly got hard under her rough touch. "That's how I know Fitzy, captain dinky told me so." Fitz grunted and pulled her hand away, before she could do anything else. He scooted her up the bed, and pulled the covers up to her chest.
"I'll be right back." He told her, and then left the room. He came back with a pill bottle and a glass of water. It took him longer than her thought to come back, because he had to take a minute to calm his raging erection. "Take this." He sat on the edge of the bed and put two pills in her mouth, and gave her the water. He had just set the glass down, when Olivia pulled him by his shirt and crashed his mouth to hers. She instantly moaned and gripped the back of his neck, keeping him in place.
Fitz stop, stop. Fitz thought to himself. She doesn't know what she's doing, she will regret this in the morning, if she even remembers. You will not take advantage of her. Fitz knew he wouldn't, but he was having a hard time pulling away from her lips. He knew he wouldn't take it too far, but damn if it didn't feel good.
"Liv, stop." Fitz mumbled against her lips. He was trying to pull back, but the grip she had on his neck was rather tight. "Olivia I need you to stop okay."
"I don't want to." Oliva said, finally releasing him.
"Not like this." Fitz pried her hands off his neck. Finally free, he turned off the light and told her to get some sleep. Olivia smiled at him one last time, and closed her eyes. Only moments later, Fitz could hear her soft snores.
X
Alex pushed through the door, after wrestling with the lock and key for the past three minutes. She stumbled through the foyer, before being pushed forcefully into the wall. Her head banging on the painting on the wall as she dropped her bag and keys to the floor.
"I thought we said the last time was the last time?" She moaned, feeling a pair of lips make their way down her neck. She hissed when he bit her neck, but he knew how much she loved it.
"We also said that after the first five times, but you still came to my apartment at ten o'clock at night for the fourth fifth and sixth time that night."
"Don't be smug. I don't like smug men."
"I don't remember asking you." Harrison gripped her by the backs of her thighs. She got the silent command, and hoped into his arms, wrapping her legs tight around his waist. Harrison snaked his hands between them, and began rubbing her core through her lace underwear. He could instantly feel the dampness of her arousal on the tipoff his fingers. "Do you want this or not? Because it feels like you do."
"Just shut up and fuck me." Alex reconnected their lips, and felt Harrison rip her flimsy lace underwear from her body. He blindly threw them behind him somewhere. She couldn't tell where they landed, because it was so dark. She would have to remember to go searching for them before Olivia came home. Without warning Harrison began walking the up the steps, Alex still tangled on him. He didn't need to ask which room was hers, because he had been there plenty of times before.
He practically kicked the door down, once he made it. He walked them over to the bed, and roughly tossed Alex down on the bed. She was so turned on. Some women might be turned off by the roughness in the bedroom, but Alex loved it. She got high off it. To her there was nothing better than rough sex, except maybe makeup sex. Don't get her wrong, she like the slow and intimate sex as well, but to her that was what someone did with their significant other. Someone they were in a relationship with, and someone they loved. Alex didn't do relationships, she didn't do steady dates and she didn't do love. She had playmates and boy toys. There was no love involved, no emotions, just sex. Pure dirty, rough sex and she was alright with that. Case and point Harrison, although she loved him she only loved him as a close friend. She just wanted sex, and he knew and understood that.
Alex had been zoned out for so long, that she hadn't heard Harrison tell her to turn over, nor did she remember him taking off her dress. Harrison grabbed her ankles and roughly turned her over, bringing her up to her hands and knees before smacking her ass hard. She yelped out at the powerful sting but pushed back against him wanting more. "The next time I tell you to do something you do it understand."
"Mmm yes Mr. Wright-" Alex was cut off, by Harrison sudden entry into her wet core. She gasped, as she readjusted to his size. TI had been some time since they last had sex, and she almost forgot how generous he was. "Shit." She gasped, as he started pumping in her at a steady rhythm. "Faster, please."
"Who's in control?" Harrison grabbed a handful of her hair, and pulled her head back keeping his other hand on her waist to steady her. "I said who's in control." Harrison smacked her cheek again, this time harder than the last. That was definitely leave a bruise.
"You! Fuck Harry faster."
"Who?" Harrison spanked her yet again, he loved the way her ass giggled as their bodies met.
"Ahh! Mr.- Uh fuck… Mr. Wright." Alex growled. "Faster please Mr. Wright." Harrison smirked, and began pumping faster and faster. He let go of her hair, and gripped her hips with both hands.
"Shit!" he growled feeling his climax, he could feel she was about to explode. So he lifted one of her legs and angled deeper and she soon was calling his name. Just after she had came, Harrison burst inside of her and roughly pushed her face first in to the bed. He fell down breathlessly next to her, panting trying to catch his breath.
Alex turned her head towards him. "That was definitely not the last time either."
X
The next morning…
Olivia woke up with a mild headache, not what she was expecting to feel when she woke up after all the hours of drinking she had done. She stretched her tired limbs out against the cool silk sheets and soon realized that these were not her cheap Wal-Mart cotton sheets. She squinted one eye open, and didn't recognize the room. She could only see part of the room, but she knew that part was not her part. There were tall floor to ceiling windows, covered by thin black curtains. The sunlight seeping through making her head hurt worse. She slowly sat up, when she heard what sounded like a page turning. She jumped, when she saw a shirtless Fitz sitting on one of the couches across the room. She knew someone was in the room, but she had no idea it was him. And certainly not shirtless.
"Good morning." He said, when he looked up and noticed she was awake. He had woken up earlier, and couldn't go back to sleep. So he decided to do a little work. But he didn't want to leave her alone when she woke up, he decided to work in his room. "There's some apple juice and some more pills for you to take on the nightstand." He had turned back to his work, and wasn't looking at her as he talked. He couldn't, not with her looking so sexy with bed head and his shirt hanging off her shoulders. She looked adorably confused, with her scrunched up face but took the pill anyway.
"What is happening?" She asked quietly after taking the pills.
"I'm sorry?"
"What- why am I here?"
"I brought you here last night." Fitz vaguely explained.
"But why?" Olivia remembered a few things from last night, but she could remember how she got to Fitz place.
"You called me from your sister's phone last night at the club, actually you called me twice. I ended up coming to the bar to get you, and I took you to my place because I didn't want you to be by yourself. Okay?"
Olivia nodded, as just then noticed where she was. "Is this your room?" She asked hesitantly.
"Yes." Fitz took a sip of his coffee, before sitting it back on the coffee table.
"Did you- Where did you sleep?" Fitz pointed to the bed with his ink pen, without looking up from his papers.
"We… we slept together? Like together in this bed?" Fitz looked up, hearing the uneasiness of her voice. "You don't have other beds in this house?"
"Olivia that is a California king size bed. Five people can sleep in that bed comfortably and not touch the other four."
"Did you undress me?" She asked, looking down at the oversized shirt that clearly didn't belong to her.
"I wanted you to be comfortable."
"Did you look?" She needed to know what all he saw, but it was kind of cute and sweet the way he worried over her. Who else would have come and rescued her from the club last night.
"It was dark, but yes." Fitz wanted to be truthful, but he didn't want to be too truthful about what he had seen. He didn't want to embarrass her. That was gonna come later, as she slowly starts to remember more of last night.
"Okay." Liv accepted his answer.
"Alright. I had Marie cook us some breakfast, and I had Tom pick you up something to wear home and some news shoes. I didn't think you would want to go home in those skyscrapers you call shoes."
Olivia chuckled lightly. "Thank you, but you didn't have to."
"I know, I wanted to." Fitz began gathering his papers and stood to leave the room. Olivia sharply inhaled, at the site of his bare chest. While he was sitting down, she couldn't see all that he had to offer, but now that he was standing everything was way clearer. His clearly defined chest and abs, his patch of hair on his chest, leading south to his happy trail. Jesus she just wanted to run her hands through it. Also she hadn't notice before, but he had a rather large scar just below his left peck. It looked to go onto his side. She wondered what could've happened to make a big scar like that.
"There are fresh towels in the bathroom, and extra tooth brushes under the sink. When you're finished just come on downstairs."
"Okay." Olivia nodded. She waited until he had gone, to pull the covers back exposing her bare legs. She quickly made it to the bathroom to relieve herself and saw the clothes he had gotten her. It was a simple pair of jeans and a cream sweater. It was so simple and stylish and it just screamed Olivia. He already knew her so well.
Olivia started the shower and jumped at the jets coming at her from every direction. She adjusted the temp and just stood there under the spray of the water. She secretly hoped that Fitz would come in and join her. But then she chastised herself for being so desperate. If anything about Fitz behavior these last few weeks, it should've showed her that Fitz was definitely not going to join her.
X
"Thank you Annie. Please put out another place setting for one, I will have company this morning."
"Yes sir." Annie answered, refilling Fitz' coffee mug before going back inside to get another place setting. Annie had been working for Mr. Grant for almost three years. It wasn't the job she always planned on having, but it was better than nothing, and the pay wasn't too shabby either.
Fitz picked up his mug taking a sip as he read the newspaper. He or his business was always in the paper. Whether it be for Grant Art Inc. or for his many humanitarian works. Today was about GAI, and more specifically the trip to Paris. They had a small story and a listing of all the artist and their sells from most to least. This year the top selling artist was Olivia Pope. Since Olivia had sold all of her paintings and the biddings for her paintings were high for a first timer, she was named number one.
Fitz smiled at the picture of the two of them in the paper. It was from a couple months at an office party. It was one of the artist' birthday and the office threw him a small get together. It was still around the time Olivia was strategically avoiding him, but it wasn't obvious in the picture. They were standing side by side, Fitz with his arm around Liv, resting on the small of her back. And Olivia cradling her cup in her hand both smiling at the camera. Fitz wasn't sure how the news people got the picture, but it wasn't bad.
X
Olivia slowly made her way down the steps, her beige flats clinking on the marble floor. She was getting familiar with Fitz place, although she didn't know why, she didn't have any intentions of being back here anytime soon. His place was very beautiful, very expensive looking. The entire house was furnished in black and white, with the occasional splash of red. All the walls were white with one black accent wall, expect for the kitchen and dining room, which was all black walls and red furniture.
As she walked through the house, looking for Fitz, she was also trying to find pictures other than art on the walls. There were no family pictures on the walls or on any of the many tables in the house. There wasn't any personal touch, but she could tell that Fitz decorated his penthouse. It was very him. Strong, manly and modern. Every piece of furniture and every sculpture and art piece was strategically placed to balance out every room. If you moved one piece, the entire room would be thrown off. Every room was a work of art in itself.
After about five minutes of unofficial snooping, Olivia decided to actually go looking for Fitz. She turned a corner, and bumped into one of the cleaning ladies vacuuming a rug.
"Oh my God, I'm sorry." Olivia quickly apologized.
"It's alright ma'am. Can I help you with something?"
"Uh yes actually, I'm looking for Fitz. This place is really bug, and I think I just got lost."
The woman smiled at Olivia. Mr. Grant didn't bring women home often that weren't his sister. And when he did, they certainly didn't stay overnight, yet alone for breakfast. "Mr. Grant is expecting you, he's out on the terrace for breakfast."
"I'm sorry the terrace?" Olivia's eyes grew twice as big. What the heck? He knows I'm afraid of heights. What would poses him to want to eat on a terrace?
"Are you okay ma'am?"
"Yes." Olivia cleared her throat, "Could you please show me?"
The woman nodded, and walked away towards the terrace. Olivia saw him, before they actually reached the terrace. Most of the penthouse had floor to ceiling windows, and so did the one leading to the terrace. He hand changed into a suit, leaving off the jacket. He looked so handsome, sitting at the table drinking his coffee and reading the paper. After a few pages, he would eat some of his fruit from his plate, very concentrated on whatever he was reading. It wasn't until the maid announced Olivia's arrival that he looked up from the paper.
"Mr. Grant, your guest is here." The maid announced.
"Thank you." Fitz put his paper down, and the maid nodded to the both of them before walking away. The maid was back at her original post cleaning, and Olivia was still standing in the doorway to the terrace.
"You just gonna stand there, or are you gonna join me?"
"What are you doing out there?"
Fitz shrugged, "It's a beautiful day out today, I thought it'd be nice to eat out here this morning." Since she still wasn't making an effort to walk over to the table, Fitz got up from his chair and walked over to her. "It very high up yes, but you can't really tell unless you're standing near the edge."
So he did remember. What was this, just his way of trying to help me get over my fear of heights?
"Come on, you rode the rides at the carnival."
"Yeah, the kiddy ones! The ones that keep you relatively on the ground." Fitz still stood there with his hand outstretched, waiting for her to take it.
Olivia finally relented, taking his hand and letting him lead her over to the table. As she walked out on the terrace she got a good look of. She didn't even know how big the terrace was, it looked as if it wrapped around the building. There was a pit for a fire, and a large wrap around white couch surrounding it with res throw pillows. Along the other side were more black and white couches and more small tables. There was a glass overhead above them, so even if it rained, he could still come out on the terrace and enjoy the view.
"You like it?" Fitz asked, pulling out her seat before taking his own in front of her.
"Yes, it's beautiful. You have a lovely home."
"Oh no this isn't my home. Yes it's my house, but my home is not in the city. I stay here mainly because it's closer to the office, and also because my home is just too big for one person. I use it when my family is in town, and when I just need a break."
"Is that why there are no family pictures here?"
Fitz shrugged, "I don't know, I suppose."
"Would you like some coffee or tea ma'am?" Annie made Olivia jump a little in her seat, she hadn't seen her come out.
"Tea please." Olivia said, and the woman poured her some tea in a fancy little black tea cup.
"Olivia this is Annie, one of the cooks." Fitz introduced. "Annie this is Olivia Pope, my girlfriend." Olivia almost choked on the tea she was sipping. Did he just say girlfriend? Since when did I become his girlfriend?
"It's nice to meet you Ms. Pope." Olivia could barely acknowledge the woman had said something, because she was too busy staring at Fitz like he'd lost this mind.
"Thank you Annie." Annie refilled Fitz coffee, before leaving.
"What was that?" Olivia asked, as soon as Annie was out of earshot.
"What was what?" Fitz feigned ignorance.
"Don't mess with me Fitz what was that? Since when was I your girlfriend?"
"Well for me, it was the first time you walked into my office. I knew you would be mine then, but last night really solidified it."
"Last night, what are you talking about? Nothing happened between us." Olivia's face reddened as she tried to remember the details of last night. She didn't remember it all, but she was sure that she would remember if they'd had sex. She was a virgin, she would feel it the next morning right?
"Yes I know, and nothing will happen until you're ready. But last night made me realize how deep my feelings for you are. You just called me from a bar, and I came running after you. You weren't in any immediate danger, but I just came running. I know we haven't known each other that long, and most of the time we are arguing, but I feel something for you, and I want to explore it."
Explore it? What the hell does that mean? Just last week he was singing the lets be friends tune, now he's calling me his girlfriend? "I don't know how to respond to that. I mean how am I supposed to respond to that? Just last week you were telling me you couldn't be with me, flirting with other women in front of me, now you're singing an entirely different tune? What am I supposed to say to that?"
"Listen, I know I've been back and forth with you lately and I know I've been hurting you in the process. And I'm sorry for that I truly am. I didn't mean to- I was being honest when I said I couldn't date you because of our professional relationship. But really I just don't want to screw you up, I don't know a better way of putting that." Fitz sighed, trying to collect his thought and what he was trying to say. "I'm not a bad guy Olivia, but I'm not always a good one either. I have been told that I'm selfish, arrogant, and just down right cruel. I admit I have anger issues and a bad temper, I get jealous easily and I occasionally drink too much. I'm not perfect, and I own that I accept it. I have ruined many relationships and other people in my life, and I accept that as well. But you, you're different. You're not like my previous girlfriends. They were already half way to terrible, I just pushed them the rest of the way. You're innocent, and I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I turned you into something you're not. I wouldn't be able to accept that. But if I have learned anything in these past few months is that I am incapable of staying away from you."
Olivia sat in her set stunned, not knowing what to say. How was she supposed to respond to that? Just last week she was crying over him and the way he had been treating her, now all she wanted to do was hold him. No man has ever been that honest with her. To own up and lay out all his faults and wrongdoings. He was brutally honest. She must have been zoned out for a while, because when she came back to he had slid into the seat beside her, resting his hand on her knee.
"Livvie say something."
Olivia internally smiled at the new nickname. No one had ever called her that before, and to have Fitz be the one to give her the name made it that much better. "I don't know what you want me to say Fitz. I'll still be your employee after this, so what's changed that has you doing a total 180? I mean just last week-"
"Last week I was being an idiot and a coward." Fitz cut her off. "This entire time I've been listening to my head list all the reason why this couldn't happen. Instead of listening to my heart for the reasons it should." Fitz picked up her hand, and kissed it. He wasn't the most affectionate guy he knew, but he knew how to express himself when he couldn't find his words.
"Are you sure?" Olivia asked, after a moment's hesitation. "Because I'm not a violent person Fitz. But I promise to God if you change your mind on me again, I will probably kill you."
Fitz wanted to laugh, but the look on her face made him think otherwise. Besides with all the stunts he'd pulled, she was allowed at least a swing at him. "Okay, I know I promise I won't change my mind." Fitz tried to lean in for a kiss, but Olivia pulled back away from his puckered lips.
"I mean it Fitz. I will kill you with my bare hands, and probably in your sleep. You'll never see it coming."
"Yeah yeah." This time when Fitz went in for his kiss, he pulled Olivia's chair closer and gripped her behind her neck and crashed his lips into hers. It wasn't a slow and sensual kiss, no this was a fast, greedy, passionate kiss. They kissed like they had been waiting three years to kiss each other instead of three months. This was how he wanted to kiss her all along, possessively, like she was his. And now that she finally was, he was gonna make damn sure she and everyone else, that mattered, knew it. Olivia Pope was his.
Olivia was a little caught off guard, when Fitz locked his arm under her legs and pulled her on top on his lap. But she quickly recovered, and wrapped one arm around his neck while the other rest on his cheek.
"You know." Olivia said, pulling back, out of breath from the passionate kiss. "Normally a couple would go on a date first, before they start labelling each other as a girlfriend or boyfriend." She teased.
"We did go on a date." Olivia looked at him curiously. "In Paris. We walked for a while, window shopping. Then we had diner, then we went to a carnival and I won you a big bear, and you gave me a pocket tiger." Fits laughed and Olivia playfully smacked his chest.
"Hey I worked hard for that Tiger mister." The wind began to pick up a little, and Olivia slightly shivered in Fitz's arms, causing him to hold her tighter. "So what are we doing today?"
"Well unfortunately, I have to go to work. I have a meeting that I can't cancel or reschedule. But you on the other hand are going home."
"What? But I have to work."
"Don't act like you don't have a hangover." Fitz said knowingly. Olivia did have a very mild headache, and the sunny side up eggs on Fitz plate made he want to hurl just moments ago. She knew she could go to work, but she probably wouldn't get anything done anyway. "I'll take you home, and you just lay down and get some rest." Fitz kissed her nose, and stood up with her in his arms, before putting her feet back on the ground. "I'll go get my jacket." Fitz left, before she could protest anymore.
X
"You gonna be okay?" Fitz asked, standing with Olivia at her front door. She hadn't carried a purse last night, so she had to use the spare they kept in a flower pot on the stoop. Fitz was a little uneasy leaving her by herself, as if she had never been home alone. She said her sister was home, but no one had answered the door when they knocked.
"Yeah, Lexi's car is here so she's home. She's just a heavy sleeper." Oliva put the key in the lock and opened the door. She turned back around to say goodbye to Fitz. She wasn't expecting him to attack her lips again, but it was more than welcomed.
"I'll see you Saturday." Fitz said when he finally released her lips, but still had a grip on her waist.
"Saturday." She said into his chest, his strong cologne invading her nose. "Bye Fitz."
"Goodbye Livvie." Fitz kissed her forehead one last time, before releasing her. He stood rooted, until she closed the door behind her and he heard the locks on the door. Only then did he walk back to his car with a smile on his face. Unbeknownst to them that someone had been watching their entire exchange form across the street.
Catch You Later…