Chapter Thirteen: Aspen Vacay
Hours later, almost nine in the morning, Fitz found himself sitting in a chair on the side of the bed watching Olivia sleep. He had been watching her for about half an hour. After hours of love making last night he finally let her go to sleep around five. She fell asleep in his arms, though he couldn't find his sleep as easily. To be honest, he wanted to go another round. He had never been this aggressive before. Never had he wanted a woman as badly as he wanted Olivia. It was just something about her and her lack of experience that drew her to him. He wanted to be the one to teach her everything he knew. He wanted to be the only one who knew her as intimately as he'd gotten last night.
Fitz also knew how incredibly shy Olivia was. He saw how she kept trying to cover and hide herself from his last night. She only wanted to have sex under the covers and she had even asked him to cut off the lights. The candles in the room, providing the only light in the room. She kept her hands or arms covering her breast, and every time Fitz pulled them away she put them back on. He threatened several times to tie her hands to the bed if she didn't keep them away.
Her shyness was why he was taking advantage now. He saw a great deal of her last night but not fully. Not like now, uninterrupted. Fitz reached over, and pulled the sheet from Olivia's naked body. She was laying on her back, with her hips turned towards him. He couldn't believe how beautiful she was in that moment. She had a glow on her body, from the sun shining through the curtains. She had this little smirk on her face, as if she knew someone was watching her. Her hair was spread wildly across her pillow, and she just looked so… peaceful.
Fitz didn't want to disrupt her sleep, but he just couldn't help himself. He got up from his chair, and grabbed Olivia's ankles. She didn't wake when he pulled her legs apart, but she certainly woke up when she felt his tongue invading.
Olivia sat up with a start, only to find Fitz's face buried between her legs. Fitz pushed her back down on her back, kissing her lips.
"Good morning." Fitz smirked. "Don't move again." Fitz moved to go back to the task at hand, but Olivia gripped his hair tightly and pulled him back up to her face.
"What are you doing?" She asked, but Fitz didn't answer.
"Didn't I tell you not to move." Fitz abruptly got off the bed, and walked off to the closet. Olivia didn't understand why he had hung up his clothes when they were only going to be here for the weekend. She also didn't understand why he had gotten up so suddenly to rifle through his closet. Only then did she notice that she was uncovered, and pulled the thin sheet back over her body.
Fitz came back out the closet with one of his red ties in his hands. He calmly walked to Olivia's side of the bed. "Give me your wrist." He commanded.
"Why?" Olivia asked, although she knew what he was about to do with that tie.
"Give me your wrist." Fitz commanded again, and Olivia hesitantly held her wrist out to him. The sheet fell to her waist, and she had to resist the need to pull it back up. She couldn't even if she wanted to, because Fitz was currently binding her wrist together. He securely wrapped the tie around Olivia's wrist then pushed her back down on the bed, pulling her arms above her head as she fell. He tied the tie to a single horizontal wooden beam on the headboard.
Olivia pulled at the restraint but there was no use. Fitz had tied it tight enough to hold her still, but not to hurt her. She wouldn't be moving her arms anymore.
"Why do you hide form me?" Fitz asked, pulling the sheet back off her body. "Answer me."
"I don't know." Olivia shivered, as Fitz slowly ran his fingers across her stomach.
"I'm the last person you have to hide from."
Olivia closed her legs crossing them at her ankles, but Fitz was having none of that. He quickly pulled her legs back apart and crawled between them.
"Do I need to tie your legs down as well?" Olivia shook her head no. "Good." Fitz slid back down her squirming body, to resume his actions from earlier. He'd wanted to taste Olivia since the first day they met. And now that he was getting the chance, he wasn't going to let anything interrupt him. It was even better than he had imagined. It wasn't just her top half that smelled of citrus. Fitz didn't think he would ever get enough of this woman. And that was one scary thought.
So this is what this feels like. Olivia thought to herself. She had previously thought this sort of act was nasty and unnatural. She didn't understand why a person would want to put their mouth down there. But that was only because she hadn't experienced it before. And now that she was on the receiving end of the pleasure, she was losing her mind. She didn't think things could get any better form last night, but this morning wake-up call was proving her wrong.
Olivia couldn't believe she had waited all these years, before giving in to a man. There was no doubt that Fitz was a skilled man, was it always this good? She had nothing to compare him to, so she assumed this was the norm.
"Fitz!" Olivia yelled out, her legs clamping shut on Fitz's head. She could feel her body stiffen and that familiar burn in her groin. She began grinding into Fitz's face, riding out her orgasms. Yelling out his name until the ride was over. Fitz didn't come back up, until her legs finally stilled from their shaking.
"Good morning Ms. Pope." Fitz grinned.
"Morning." Olivia spoke in a breathless tone. Fitz leaned down, a kissed her lips softly. He slipped his tongue past her lips, and Olivia moaned at the salty taste. His hand was traveling back south, when her phone started ringing on the nightstand.
"Fuck." Fitz growled into her neck, before snatching the phone off her nightstand. He looked at the picture that popped up on her screen. "It's your sister."
Olivia sighed. "She's probably worried. I haven't called her yet, told her I would call when we landed." Fitz quickly untied Olivia, and she answered her phone just before it stopped ringing. "Hello?"
"Olivia?! What the hell? I thought I told you to call me when you landed. I was worried sick."
"Well you couldn't have been that worried, if it took you a day to call me."
"Well I figured Fitz would've had you tied to a bed by now. I didn't want to interrupt." Too late. "So what are you guys doing?"
"Um…" Olivia stuttered, she spotted Fitz in the other room on the hotel phone. She figured he was ordering their breakfast. "Breakfast. Fitz is getting breakfast."
"Okay, so what's you do yesterday? Did you go sightseeing? I hope you took pictures for me."
"Fitz had to work yesterday, so I spent the day with one of his friend's wives. She's nice, you'd like her. She reminds me a lot of you. Uh, then Fitz took me to dinner, it was nice and we came back to the hotel."
"Why are you talking so weird?"
"I'm not."
"You are. Are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
"You're lying, your voice just got two octaves higher. I know when you're lying Olivia." It was quiet on the phone for a moment, before Olivia heard Alex gasp. "No my God! You and Fitz had sex didn't you?"
"Alex." Olivia quickly glanced over to Fitz who was busy taking their food out of the trays and putting it on the dining table in the other room.
"You totally did. I can't believe you didn't call me."
"Why would I call you Alex, it's not front page news."
"Uh you finally got your cherry popped. That is front page news."
"I'm hanging up on you now."
"No no wait, at least tell me how it was."
Olivia blushed, thinking about last night. "It was amazing. I mean I don't have anything to compare him to, but I don't think there's anything better than him."
"I told you Fitz was gonna wax that ass the moment he got you in Aspen. You probably can't even walk straight."
"I'm walking just fine thank you."
"Whatever. So when did he finally let you up for some air? I'm only asking because you sound tired."
"I am tired. He didn't let me go to sleep until almost five in the morning. Every time we finished, he'd just keep saying 'again'. I only had cat naps in between, because he kept waking me up."
"So what are you complaining about?"
Olivia smiled, "I'm not."
"Livvie breakfast is here. Come eat." Fitz walked back to the bedroom door, leaning against the doorframe in nothing but his boxers.
"Ooh someone is quite demanding." Alex teased, overhearing Fitz over the phone. "I bet he's like that between the sheets isn't he?"
"Goodbye Lex." Olivia hung up the phone, and tossed it on the bed. She kept the sheet wrapped around her as she reached down and picked up Fitz's shirt from the floor. Fitz was still leaning on the doorframe watching her, so she kept the sheet around her even as she buttoned the shirt. Once she was finished, she went with Fitz to the dining room and had breakfast. After breakfast they both showered, separately, and got dressed to go exploring and skiing.
X
Olivia had thought that when she and Fitz finally had sex for the first time, that the next morning would be completely awkward. At least for her that is. And yet, here they were being as normal as possible. She didn't exactly know what she was expecting, because really nothing had changed. They were still the same people, so why would things be weird between them now?
Olivia was thinking of one reason why things should be going wrong, instead of all the reason why they were right. She just needed to get out of her own head for a while, and enjoy this beautiful day.
"I can't believe I let you talk me into this." Olivia said for the third time.
"Talked you into it? Liv this was your idea, you wanted to learn how to ski."
"Yeah, ski not snowboard." Olivia gripped Fitz shoulder to catch her balance on the board. They were on the mountain, on the smaller kiddie slopes so Olivia could learn how to snowboard. And also because Olivia refused to go on the big ones.
"It's basically the same thing."
"No it isn't. When you ski, you get those stick things. You don't have anything when you snowboard, what am I supposed to hold onto?"
"That's what I'm for." Fitz winked at her, and tightened his hands on her waist. He had been trying to teach Olivia how to snowboard for what felt like the past hour but Olivia refused to let go of Fitz's shoulders, too afraid she'd fall. He had hired a teacher, but Fitz didn't like the way the man had his hands on Olivia's waist. So he quickly dismissed the man and took over his job.
"Now how about we try with you by yourself."
"No! What if I fly off a cliff?"
Fitz laughed, "Baby this is the kiddie slopes, there are no cliffs for you to fly off of."
"Well what if I fall again?"
"I'll catch you."
"What if you don't catch me in time?"
"Then I'll try not to laugh too hard." Fitz smirked, he could see Olivia hiding hers as well. He quickly moved out the way, when Olivia swung out at him.
"Jerk."
Fitz laughed again. "I'm kidding. Come on, lean forward." Olivia hesitated for a moment, then slightly leaned forward. She wobbled a little when she started sliding slowly down the small hill. She got excited once she picked up a little speed.
"Fitz I'm doing it! I'm doing it!"
"Slow down!" Fitz yelled, when she started to run after her once she started picking up too much speed. "Stop!" Fitz yelled after her, but it was one second too late, and Olivia face plated in the snow. "Shit." Fitz whispered to himself, as he jogged over to where Olivia laid in the snow.
"You okay?" Fitz sat down in the snow beside her, and put her head in his lap. He had to stifle his laughter, as he wiped the snow from her goggles and face.
"You said you catch me."
"I'm sorry, but I didn't expect you to turn into the sonic dasher and race down the hill." Fitz laughed, not holding it back anymore.
"You also said you wouldn't laugh at me." Olivia punched Fitz in the arm between her words. "It's not funny."
"I'm sorry." He kissed her chastely on the lips, he hadn't forgotten they were surrounded by kids and families. "Come on, you wanna try again."
"No way, I'm throwing in the towel for now. I've done a face plant and my booty is cold. I want some hot chocolate and Milano cookies."
"Yes ma'am."
X
"Fitz stop… No stop it." Olivia couldn't help her laughter, as she pried Fitz's hands off her thigh. They were sitting in a small bakery, drinking hot chocolate and cookies. Well Liv was trying to drink and eat. But Fitz had completely set his aside. They were sitting in a booth, with Olivia almost sitting in Fitz's lap. Fitz just couldn't seem to keep his hands off of Olivia. He had pulled her close as soon as they sat down, but when he got a whiff of her perfume, it sent him into overdrive. She just did something to him that no woman had done before. She was intoxicating and irresistible, and she wasn't even trying to be.
"No one's looking." Fitz spoke with his face still buried in Olivia's neck giving her sweet kisses and love bites. Olivia was glad she was wearing pants, otherwise it would've been a lot harder to keep Fitz's hands to himself. She was wearing beige pants, a cream sweater and brown high heeled boots. Fitz was dressed similarly in black pants and a white sweater.
"I beg to differ. That old woman over there has been giving us a dirty look since we sat down." Olivia cut her eye over to the woman, and the old woman gave Olivia another dirty look before looking back to the book she was reading.
Fitz brought his head up, to see the old woman himself. "She's probably just jealous. Can you imagine how long it's been since someone's tapped that as-"
"Fitz!" Olivia covered her hand over Fitz's laughing mouth. This was the Fitz she knew and loved. He wasn't the tough, hard-ass business man around her. When he was with her he was carefree, he joked around and laughed. Fitz was really a silly man, but he never really let anyone see that side off him.
"Shut up! What if she can hear us?"
"Liv I can see her hearing aids from over here, I don't think she can. And with those thick bifocals on her table, she probably can't see us either." Olivia burst out laughing angering some of the people around them. She whispered a quick apology, before burying her face in Fitz's chest. It felt good to laugh. This place was like magic, she hadn't felt this good in years. Maybe that's because she'd never been on an actual vacation before. In the past a vacation to her meant staying in the house painting or sketching. Followed by binge watching TV shows and eating Oreos. This was an actual vacation. Sightseeing, lounging by the pool, spa treatments, eating amazing food, and spending all your time with someone you truly care about. This was a vacation, she just wished it would last longer.
Fitz lifted Olivia's head, with a finger under her chin. He was glad to see her smiling and laughing. That was his only goal when he brought her out here. He wanted her to forget about what happened back in New York, and go back to being her funny, carefree self. And looking at her now, he'd say he accomplished his goal.
Fitz tilted her chin up and kissed her lightly on the lips. He didn't mean for it to be much, but he felt Olivia's hand on the back of his head and she deepened the kiss. Normally he wasn't one for public displays of affection, nor was Olivia, but in that moment neither of them cared about who was watching them.
"PDA, what has gotten into you missy. You use to blush whenever someone pecked lips on the street."
"Oh and you're one to talk, you get annoyed when a couple walks arm and arm on the street."
"Yeah yeah." Fitz kissed her again.
"Olivia!"
Fitz and Olivia broke apart, to see Jillian waving at them from the bakery door. Olivia shook her head at her new friend. Jillian was an eccentric person, and her outfits spoke that loud a clear. But somehow, it worked, it wasn't tacky.
"Hey Jillian." Olivia and Fitz stood up, when they reached their table. Jillian was with a man, who Olivia assumed was her husband.
"Hi doll." Jillian hugged Olivia, kissing both of her cheeks. "Fancy seeing you two here. Nice to see you Fitz."
"You as well. Clayton." Fitz shook his hand.
"Clayton McDowell, Jillian's husband." Clayton introduced himself to Olivia, since it was clear Jillian wasn't going to. He knew he was still in the doghouse.
"Olivia."
"I know who you are Ms. Pope. I got an earful from Fitz here, and what he didn't tell me Jill did. You have quite the impact on people."
"Well I don't know about that."
"Have you been enjoying your vacation?"
"Yes I have, thank you. It's very beautiful here."
"I know, I love winters in Aspen." Jillian said. "Well we didn't want to keep you long, I just wanted to say hi since I missed you guys this morning."
"We didn't make it." Fitz said.
"Will you be at the dinner tonight then?"
Olivia looked to Fitz for an answer, because she honestly didn't know what he had planned for them. Fitz nodded his head.
"I guess so." Olivia answered.
"Great, I'll introduce you to all the girls then. But forewarning, stay away from the hag with the fake blonde wig. Alright chow honey." Jillian walked away, without Clayton. Olivia kind of felt bad for him, as he jut sighed and shook his head. Following after his wife with his tail between his legs.
"Poor guy." Olivia said, after they had walked off.
"He brought it on himself." Fitz gathered their coats, and tossed some cash on the table. "Let's get out of here."
X
A few hours later, Olivia sat on the hotel room balcony. It was cold outside, so she had on her big grey sweater that fit her like a dress. A pair of black long johns, fuzzy socks and a toboggan. She had a blanket wrapped around her shoulders and legs. It was chilly outside but it was so beautiful, that Olivia just wanted to sit out on the balcony. She was drinking hot tea, and eating mint Milano cookies. Since the cookies at the bakery weren't Milano, Fitz found her some in the hotel gift shop.
She sat in one of the cushioned chairs sketching in her notepad. She didn't know what she was going to sketch when she first came outside. But when she came outside, she started sketching the landscape and view she saw from her window. She sketched all the mountains in the background and all the buildings she could see. She hadn't really paid attention to all the intricate detailing before now, it was immaculate. The entire town was gorgeous. Everything was beautiful, the people were nice, and there was something new for Olivia to try every day. She loved it here and was regretting going back home to her structured and predictable life.
Here, she had adventure. But back home she lived on a schedule. Here she and Fitz could go out freely without having to worry about their date night being in the paper the next morning. They were in a bubble here their little Aspen bubble. And once they left, that bubble would surely pop. She was ready to return to her life yet.
Olivia heard the door opening, and knew it was Fitz. He had went down to the gym for a while, before they had to leave. And since Olivia hated working out, she chose to sit this one out.
"Livvie?"
"On the balcony." Olivia shouted back. She could hear his footsteps, before he walked out on the balcony.
"What the hell are you doing out here? It's freezing."
Olivia shrugged. "It's not that bad."
"I'm shocked you're out here anyway."
"I had to scoot the chair back to the doors. As long as I can't see over the edge I'm fine."
"What are you sketching?" Fitz asked, as he sat down beside her in the chair. Olivia opened up the blanket and he scooted closer to her.
"Just the view." Olivia showed him her sketch pad. "I didn't realize how much detailing some of these buildings had." Oliva put her pencil and pan down, and snuggle deep in Fitz arms. "I love it here. I'm not ready to go home."
"I love it here too. It seems different now that I'm here with you." Fitz kissed the top of her head. "I'll have to bring you back sometime."
Olivia frowned. "You'll also have to shower babe, you stink."
"What, you don't like the man funk?"
"Man funk? You smell like you were rolling around in an onion field all day."
Fitz laughed. "Ouch Ms. Pope, you wound me." Fitz looked at his watch. "But you know we do need to start showering and getting ready. The dinner starts in a little over an hour."
"All I have to do is get dressed. I showered while you were in at the gym."
Fitz knew that was less about her saving time, and more about her trying to avoid showering while he was around. She knew his well already, because they both knew that he would have joined her in the shower.
"Okay. I'm gonna go shower then."
X
Back in New York, Alex was sitting on her couch trying to watch a movie. But all she could think about was why Patrick had to walk out of the room to answer his phone. He always answered business calls in front of her, so what personal business was he talking about that he had to take in another room. It wasn't anything serious, because she could hear him laughing in the kitchen. It was bothering her, because he has been acting strange for weeks. He was short tempered with her, always looking for reasons to argue. He was spending less time with her, he got angry when she spent times with her friends or anyone for that matter.
Patrick came back in the living room, and plopped back on the couch. He put his phone back in the briefcase that was beside the couch.
"Who was on the phone?" Alex asked, looking straight ahead to the TV.
"Work."
"Work huh? Why were you laughing so hard if it was a work call?"
"What am I not allowed to laugh now either?"
"Who was on the phone Patrick?" This time Alex looked at him. She needed to see his face when he answered.
"I told you it was work."
"Then why did you have to answer it in the kitchen? You've answered work calls in front of me before. And why were you whispering."
"I wasn't whispering. I was in the fucking kitchen, it's not gonna sound like I was right next to you talking."
Alex stared at him, she knew he was lying but she didn't know why.
"You know what I have to go piss. Am I allowed to go by myself, or do you need to stand by the door and listen?" Alex rolled her eyes and Patrick walked down the hall to the downstairs bathroom. Alex knew she wasn't crazy, she wasn't stupid and mama didn't raise a fool. Something was going on with him, she wasn't just making this up in her head. She could hear Olivia now, telling her this was all in her head. That she was just looking for reasons bail. And in the past, she was right, but not this time.
Alex was still thinking, when she heard Patrick's phone ringing in his briefcase. Without any hesitation, she scrambled to the other end of the couch. She snatched the bag off the floor and fished out his phone. She was confused, because the screen was blank and yet a phone was still ringing. She knew it wasn't her phone, because her phone didn't have the generic ringtone. She dug some more through the bag, and found a second phone. The ringing had stopped, but the phone was still lit up. Chrissy was the name that lit up on the screen. There was no picture, just the name Chrissy.
"Who the fuck is Chrissy?" Olivia said to herself. She tried to swipe the phone open, but she needed a password. "And why does he need two phones anyway?" She needed to get in this phone. She happened to know the password to his other phone. She needed to use it one day, and he gave her the password no problem. She didn't think he would be dumb enough to give her the password to this phone so easily. But she did hope he was dumb enough to use the same password.
She typed in the password for his other phone, 47268.
"Dumbass."
Turns out he was that dumb. The phone unlocked to the home screen. She went to his call log, and found the last missed call. She didn't recognize the number, and didn't think twice when she pushed on the number. She knew she was completely invading his privacy, but she didn't give a fuck.
The phone rang only twice, before someone answered.
"Hey baby." A woman answered the phone, and that was all Alex needed to hear. She'd found what she was looking for, no matter how much she wished she was wrong. Alex wanted to hang up the phone, but she couldn't bring herself to push the button.
"Patty?"
Alex hung up the phone then. Patty? That was her name for him, now he had some skank calling him Patty. She couldn't believe he would do this to her. Yes, they had only been dating for a short time, but she actually thought they had something. She gave up all her old ways for him, she even gave up a friend for him. And this is how he repays her.
Alex clicked off the call log, and opened up the text messages. All the text messages were from a woman and not all from the same woman. At least three from what Alex could tell. Chrissy, Casandra, Amber. Was he sleeping with all these women or just the mysterious Chrissy?
She clicked on the first message. I had a great time last night too, though I don't think my neighbors did. I can't wait to see you tomorrow either. I want you to make me scream again. ;)
Alex felt a tear fall down her cheek. She couldn't believe she was crying. She hadn't cried over a boy since junior year of high school. Alex angrily wiped the tear from her eye, she didn't cry over men and she wasn't going to start now.
She hastily got up from the couch and marched down the hall. She burst through the bathroom door startling Patrick, who was sitting on the toilet.
"I knew it."
Patrick quickly hoped up and zipped his pants. "What the fuck Lex?!"
"I fucking knew it you asshole!"
"What the hell is your problem?!"
"You're my fucking problem!" Alex threw her phone at Patrick, hitting him under his left eye. "That's my problem."
"What the fuck!" Patrick held his eye, the phone had cut it, and a little blood was flowing from the cut. As he held his eye, he picked up the phone from the floor, and immediately knew which one it was because of the case. "Why do you have this?"
"Oh no motherfucker I'm asking the questions and I have a few. Like who is Casandra? Hmm? Who's Amber? Or who's Chrissy, the bitch that just called you?"
"Why are you snooping through me phone?"
Alex gave him an 'are you serious?' look. She shook her head and laugh. "You know I had my suspicions. For weeks now you've been acting strange. But I told myself it was nothing, I forced myself to believe that. Every time you had to work late, after telling me you'd be home early. Why all of a sudden you're being extra secretive, why you're always trying to pick a fight with me. And that night you came late to my show smelling like perfume. I knew it then. But I let it go like an idiot."
"Lex I don't know what you're talking about."
"Don't lie to me Patrick." Alex shook her head. "I had a great time last night too, though I don't think my neighbors did. Can't wait to see you tomorrow. I want you to make me scream again. Sideways happy face." Alex smiled. "Don't lie."
"Lex she's just a friend. We went out and had drinks, that's it."
"Do you honestly think I'm that stupid?"
"It's the truth Lex."
"I want you to make me scream again. You expect me to believe that's about some fucking drinks?!" Alex threw the closet thing she could grab at him. It happened to be the soap dispenser off the sink. But Patrick was alert this time, ducked.
"What the fuck?!"
"I need you to leave my house."
"Lex-"
"You know I really tried with you. You got way more than the rest got. I changed everything for you, let people go for you and this is the thanks I get."
"Oh what like your little girlfriend?"
"Excuse me?"
"That thick little white girl from the club. She's always at your shows, sitting front row. She always just happens to be at the same clubs we go to. And don't think I don't notice when you're always texting and talking to her on the phone."
"Quinn and I are just friends."
"Oh right, and you and the red head are friends too I guess."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"That waitress from the restaurant, you were flirting with her. You took her number right in front of me!"
"That was for the band! I was not flirting."
"Right. What are you one of those confused bitches? Huh? You don't know whether you want dick or pussy."
"You're an asshole." Alex felt the tears stinging the back of her eyes, but she refused to shed another tear over Patrick. "I don't have to explain my sexuality to you."
"The fuck you don't! I'm your boyfriend, everything about you is my business. Were you fucking her while you were with me?"
"Don't you dare try to flip this around on me! I'm not the one in the wrong here you are." Alex jabbed her finger in Patrick's chest.
"Were you fucking her yes or no?!"
"Quinn and I were together before I even met you! And I broke up with her after we started dating."
"And there it is. Ladies and gentlemen the mask has come off!"
"You know what, I don't have to explain myself to you. And maybe this is just karma and I probably deserve it, but I won't put up with it anymore. You've put me through entirely too much in the short time I've known you. The fact of the matter is, that you've been fucking around on me with at least three other women and I want you gone."
"We had drinks at a fucking night club! How does that equate to cheating in your delusional mind?!"
"I hope we don't disrupt my neighbors again!"
"Alex you're not listening to me-"
"You had drinks, yeah I heard that lie too. The first lie being that you to me you were working last night."
"Okay, so I lied about that. But we had drinks, that's it."
"I want you to make me scream again." Alex quoted the text again. "If you expect me to believe that was just about some damn drinks than you're a lot dumber than I thought."
"Alex you're acting crazy."
"I need you to leave my house before I lose my shit and show you what crazy really is."
Patrick held up his hands in surrender, "I'm going. But this isn't over Alex I mean it." Patrick quickly got his stuff from the living room, and walked out the front door.
Alex slowly made her way back to the living room with a heavy heart, but she refused to shed another tear over a man. Pongo hoped up on the couch and into her lap. Alex laughed no matter how big she got, she was still determined to be a lap dog.
"Pongo honey don't ever fall in love with a boy okay? They're all idiots and losers."
X
Olivia pulled Fitz's hand back up to the small of her back, instead of its previous spot on her ass. But Fitz just slid his hand right back to its resting place on Olivia's behind. He just couldn't help himself. They were on the dance floor at some fancy dinner. Olivia had her arms draped around his neck and Fitz had his around her waist, but he couldn't keep his hands on the small of her back. The dress she had on was making it impossible to keep his hands off her body. It was long sleeve, white and skin tight. The dress came down past her ankles, and would have conservative had it not fit her like a second skin and the cut out in the back. She had her hair up in a low rolled knot.It was just a bun at the base of her neck, with the rest of her hair rolled to the side and into the bun. She'd seen it in a magazine once, thought it was pretty and decided to try it out. She was wearing red two strap heels, silver stud earrings and bold red lipstick.
"Fitz behave."
"If you wanted me to behave tonight, then you shouldn't have worn this dress."
"Or you could just stop being a horny old man."
Fitz tightened his arms around her waist. "Old man never. Horny? With you always."
Oh lord, what in the world got unleashed in this man? Olivia thought to herself, as she felt Fitz's face fall into her neck. He had been non-stop ever since they first made love. She hope this meant that is was just as good for him as it had been for her. Since Olivia was a virgin, she obviously didn't have any practice under her belt. Fitz had been with plenty of women before her and she knew she didn't compare to them, but she hoped she satisfied him. And by the way he had been acting since then, she should have the answer to her question, but she was still insecure.
"Olivia!"
"Goddamn that woman." Fitz growled into Olivia's neck. This was the second time today that Jillian had interrupted Fitz and Olivia.
"Fitz." Olivia scolded him, before turning around in his arms to greet Jillian. "Jill, hi." They gave each other a quick hug.
"Why every time I run into you two you're always in some kind of PDA?"
"Because you have the worst timing in the world." Fitz said in a joking tone, but Olivia knew he meant it.
"Or maybe you're just whipped Fitz." Jillian teased back, "And I can certainly understand why, you look great Liv."
"Thank you so do you." Jillian was once again the loudest one in the room. But not because of her mouth, because of her dress. Her dress was all sleeveless, black and covered in diamonds. Olivia wondered if they were real. Jillian sparkled and shimmered in every direction, no one could miss her. It was loud, but somehow it worked on her. She looked great.
"Fitz I'm stealing her for a while. Clayton's been looking for you." Jill took Olivia's hand, while pointing with the other to her husband. She was glad he had changed his company from groups of women to a group of men. It wasn't helping his case that every time she looked over to him, he was standing with a group of beautiful women.
Fitz reluctantly let go of Olivia's waist, and watched as Jillian pulled her away towards a group of women.
"Ladies. Everyone this is Olivia, Fitz's girlfriend. Liv this is Dina, Arlo's wife. Tracy, Max's wife. And Laurel, she and Gary are engaged."
"They've been engaged two years, we aren't holding our breath over here." Tracy said, sipping whatever was in her glass.
Laurel rolled her eyes, "There is nothing wrong with a long engagement Tracy. Maybe if you and Max had waited more than two months of dating before you got married, then perhaps you wouldn't be on the drink of divorce now."
"Screw you." Tracy hissed, before stomping off towards the other side of the room.
"Nice meeting you." Laurel downed the rest of her drink, before she too walked away.
Jillian rolled her eyes at the two women. "Don't mind those two their always drama filled. Tracy more so than Laurel. But I really just wanted you Adina."
Olivia turned to the tall, brown haired beauty standing beside her. Was everyone here gorgeous? "Nice to meet you."
"You as well." Dina spoke in a soft polished voice. "Jillian's told me a lot about you. I wanted to meet you for myself though. Meet the woman who caught the big Grant fish."
"Well he sort of caught me."
"Is this your first time in Aspen?"
"Yeah first time."
"Are you enjoying it?"
"I'm having a blast. This is my first real vacation and the second time I've been out of the state of New York. So I'm enjoying it."
"Have you been skiing yet? The slopes are beautiful this year. Arlo and I went just yesterday on a black diamond run, it was simply beautiful."
"Fitz tried to teach me, but it didn't work out too well."
"Well how long are you staying for? I know Jillian's only here for the weekend festivities, but Arlo and I decided to make a mini vacation out of a work weekend."
"I wish we were staying longer, but we're leaving in the morning."
"Oh what a shame. Maybe we'll get to talk later on, but right now I have to go mother my husband, who apparently doesn't know when to stop drinking." Just then Olivia turned at a boisterous laughter that rang through the room. Olivia couldn't help but laugh at the annoyed but bemused look on Dina's face. She watched as Dina walked over to her husband. She took his glass out of his hand, and replaced it with her glass of water. She kissed Arlo's cheek, and engaged to other men in a conversation.
"Come on, let's go get a drink."
Olivia allowed Jillian to pull her towards the bar. She caught glimpse of a woman staring at her on her way. It was the same woman who turned her nose up at Olivia, when she and Fitz first walked into the building. Olivia had no idea who the woman was or what her problem was, but she didn't appreciate the attitude.
"Who is that?"
"Who?" Jillian turned with her glass of champagne and handed Olivia hers.
"The woman over there with that group of men. In the pink dress. I have no idea who she is, yet she's been giving me this attitude since I walked through the door."
"Oh that's Chasity." Jillian rolled her eyes. Shaking her head at Chasity's dress or lack thereof. Chasity's dress was spaghetti strap with a plunging hem line, almost down to her stomach, exposing her breast. And as if that wasn't enough, she had a high split right in the middle of her dress. One wrong move, and everyone was getting an eyeful.
"The gold digger is what we all call her. She's bounced around more men around here than a prostitute at a brothel. Her latest husband is Bradford Henley, he's over twice her age and a millionaire."
"How old is he?"
"He'll be seventy-two this year, although he doesn't look like the average seventy-two year old. He keeps himself in shape." Olivia looked back over to the woman, and to the man she had her arm lopped around. Jillian was right, Braford did look good for a man in his seventies. He was giving off a Morgan Freeman vibe, but with more grey and wrinkles.
"She'll date anyone with a deep enough pocket to keep her in diamonds and mansions. Rumor has it that she had her sight set on Fitz after her last breakup. Which is probably why she's been giving you the cold shoulder all night. But trust me honey, she is not Fitz's type."
What is Fitz's type? Olivia thought to herself.
"Excuse me hon, I'm gonna shoot off the ladies room for a moment. Be right back."
"Okay." Olivia turned back towards the bar, so she wouldn't have to watch Chasity stare at her anymore.
Olivia was having fun tonight, despite a few moments, she was really having fun. When she was getting ready earlier, she was a little bit nervous about meeting Fitz's friends and business partners. She was also nervous about how she was going to act around all these rich highfalutin people. She was thankful that not all were that way, but a god majority of them were. And Olivia was worried about fitting in. This wasn't what she was use to, and she was nervous about making a fool of herself. But after being at the party for a while, and meeting some new people, Olivia began to relax and have fun. Fitz being by her side the entire night helped a lot. He was being extra clingy and Olivia had no problem with it. For now at least.
Olivia jumped slightly, when she felt a cold hand on her bare back. She smiled thinking it was Fitz, but her smile quickly fell when the person spoke.
"Hello gorgeous." It wasn't Fitz. But someone in an all black Armani suit with slicked back hair. And awful, gaudy, gold watch and ring on his pinky finger. He smelled expensive and the scent was too strong for Olivia.
Olivia took a step back from the man. One, to get away from his strong cologne. And two, because he was standing entirely too close in her personal space. His hand fell from her back as she backed away.
"Hello." Olivia said politely.
"Richard Lawson. And who might you be?"
"Olivia." No need for a last name.
"Olivia. That's a beautiful name. You know, I told myself that there was no way I was leaving this dinner without getting a dance from the most beautiful woman here."
"Oh, thank you, but no thank you. I don't really feel like dancing." Especially not with you.
"Fair enough. How about a drink then."
"I'm fine with my champagne."
"Oh come on, champagne is boring. I'll have the bartender whip you up something to party with." Richard signaled to the bartender. "You ever had sex on the beach?" Richard winked at Olivia.
Is he serious? Olivia stopped herself from rolling her eyes.
"One sex on the beach please and another bourbon."
"I'm fine with my champagne really. And I think I should get going." Olivia started to walk off but Richard grabbed her arm, stopping her.
"What's the big hurry? It's not like you came here with someone."
"Actually I did."
"Oh really and who might that be?"
"My jealous and short tempered boyfriend. Let go of my arm." Olivia looked around for Fitz, but he wasn't with the group of men he was talking to earlier. She couldn't find him.
Richard laughed, and let go of Olivia's arm. "You know you uppity, rich bitches anger me so. I was just trying to be nice and buy you a fucking drink and you wanna be an asshole."
"Is there a problem here?" Olivia breathed a sigh of relief, when she felt Fitz's arm wrap around her waist. Fitz had come back from the bathroom, looking for Olivia. He hadn't seen Richard grab Olivia's arm otherwise he wouldn't be so calm right now. But he did catch the look of uncertainty on Olivia's face.
Olivia looped her arm around his waist and put her head on his chest.
"You okay Liv?" Fitz spoke, but he was looking Richard dead in the eye. Olivia nodded her head yes. "Is there a problem Richard."
Richard put his hands up, with a cocky smile. If Olivia hadn't been clinging to him right now, Fitz would've slapped that grin right off his face. "No problem at all." Richard grabbed his bourbon off the bar, and walked away.
"You sure you're okay?"
"Yeah. He's just a jerk, and a horrible flirt."
"He was flirting with you?"
"Fitz." Olivia sighed and Fitz decided to let it go this once. "Is it time to eat yet? I'm kind of starving and I don't recognize anything on those little hors d'oeuvre platters."
Fitz chuckled, and kissed Olivia's forehead. "Come on, let's get you fed." Fitz walked Olivia over to the tables, where a few other people had started to sit for dinner. Olivia was glad Jill was at their table. Jillian was a great distraction. She helped Olivia enjoy the rest of the night and forget all about the past five minutes.
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"Oh my god." Olivia groaned. She hoped in the hotel door, with one shoe on her right foot and the other in her hand. She limped to the couch, and plopped down. "I remember now why I don't wear heels. Because they're a pain in the butt. My feet are killing me." Olivia took off her other shoe, and began rubbing her feet.
"Come on." Fitz scooped her up off the couch, and carried her towards their bedroom. "I'll run a bath."
Run a bath? Does that mean for me or us? Olivia asked herself as Fitz carried her into the bathroom. He put her on her fee t, and went to run the water in the big Jacuzzi tub. She watched him as he walked around the bathroom to get some oils and bath salts from the cabinets and pour them into the water.
Her heart skipped a beat, when he took off his suit jacket and started unbuttoning his shirt. He did plan to get in the tub with her. Fitz looked up at her expectantly, as she just stood there.
"You gonna get undressed or do you plan on bathing in your dress?" Fitz was now shirtless, and unzipping his pants.
Olivia bit her lip with embarrassment when he dropped his pants. She turned around to face the mirror. She didn't know why she was so nervous about a naked Fitz, or her being naked in front of Fitz. She had seen him in all his glory the night before, and he had certainly seen plenty of her.
"Why are you so shy Livvie?" Olivia hadn't even realized Fitz was behind her, until she felt his breath on her neck. "I'm the last person you have to be shy around." Fitz unsnapped the clasp on the top of Olivia's dress. He pulled the sleeves off her shoulders and down her arms. He was rewarded with her braless chest. He kissed her shoulder, her neck and back as he pulled her dress down to her feet.
He skimmed his fingers up her bare legs as he rose, kissing her lightly on her back as he went. Olivia was covering her breast with her arm, but Fitz gripped her arms and tugged them away. She fought a little, but Fitz eventually got her arms down by her side.
"Stop hiding from me." Fitz let go of her arms, and lowered his hands to her panties. He hooked his fingers on the fabric and pulled them down her hips. Once she had kicked them off her ankles Fitz picked her up bridal style and carried her to the tub. After he put her in Olivia thought he would get in behind her, like every movie she'd seen or every book she'd read. But instead he got in on the opposite end so they were facing each other. He put his legs underneath hers and her lay on top of his, her feet on his thighs.
Olivia sunk down in the warm water. Those bath salts and oils Fitz put in the water were amazing. Her skin felt silky already. She closed her eyes, and let the water work its magic on her aching muscles. She hadn't realized how sore she was from their day of skiing. She had fallen more times than she'd like to admit, and her body was definitely feeling every fall now.
"Better?" Fitz asked, taking one of her feet out of the water and massaging it.
"You keep doing that, and it will be." Olivia leaned back against the tub, her eyes slowly drifting close. "Fitz can I ask you something?"
"Yeah."
"We're something real right."
"What are you talking about?"
"Remember when you told me about your past relationships, and how they weren't real relationships. Just women you slept with."
"Olivia-"
"That's not us right. I mean that's not what's happening here."
"Why would you ask me that?"
"I don't know. I just, I don't want be like those other women."
"Is that what you think? That you're just like them?" Fitz stop rubbing Olivia's feet, letting her foot drop back into the water. Olivia could tell that he was getting upset. The vein on the side of his neck was beginning to bulge.
"Have I not treated you differently the entire time we've been together? I told you before, that all I did with those other women was sleep with them. I never took them on dates like I do with you. They've never gone on a trip with me. I never introduced them to my family on purpose. Hell they never even spent the night in my house. I've only done that with you. So no, we are not like my pat. And no, you are not like those other women. And don't ever compare yourself to them again."
"Okay." Olivia whispered. She was a little intimidated right now, but she couldn't help but smile. She just needed to be reassured about her relationship with Fitz. And if she had any doubts before, they were now dismissed.
"Are you mad?"
"No."
"You sure? That vein in your neck is bulging again."
"I'm not mad." Fitz picked her foot back up, kissed her toes and finished massaging her feet. "I promise. But just out of curiosity, why'd you ask me that?"
Olivia shrugged and asked her own question, instead of answering. "Last night. Was that… I mean was I you know. Considering I don't have any you know. With you being my first and all…"
"You asking me if I enjoyed myself?"
"Sort of. I, I guess. I don't really have that much practice, meaning none at all. And I'm sure you're use to something with your past-"
Olivia as caught off guard, when Fitz yanked her over in his lap. She gasped, then blushed when she felt what she as now sitting on.
"Didn't I just tell you not to compare yourself to those women. You're nothing like those women, and that's what I love most about you. And to answer your questions…" Fitz lifted Olivia by her ships, and sat her down on his erection. "…That should just about answer it."
Olivia's head fell on Fitz's shoulder, her arms wrapped around his neck. Fingers threading through his curls.
"You feel that?"
"Yes."
"I'd say I more than enjoyed myself Livvie." Fitz kissed her shoulder, loving the way she was just unraveling in his arms. Fitz was enjoying discovering all the little things that turned her on. He already discovered that she had this sweet spot in right below her ear. Whenever he kissed her there, she was putty in his hands.
"You wanna take this back to the bedroom and finish what we started?"
"Yes." Olivia shocked herself with how fast she answered. And even more shocked, mostly impressed, with how Fitz managed to stand up and get out of the tub with such speed. All with her still in his arms.
Later that night, as Oliva lay spent from their previous activities. Fitz sat in a chair beside the bed, watching her sleep. She was sleeping on her stomach, with her right arm on her pillow partially covering her face. The bed sheet was draped loosely on her waist. She looked so beautiful with the moons glow shining down on her. She had this little smile on her face, and Fitz ad never seen her so relaxed. He took out his pad, and has been sketching her for the past thirty minutes.
He wished he could keep this glow on her forever. He wished she would always laugh like she did this weekend. And he vowed to always keep that bright smile on her lips. And the best way he knew how to do that, was to keep her here a little while longer. Olivia said he wasn't ready to go home, and honestly neither was Fitz. So he changed a few meetings around and bought himself some more work free days. He'd surprise Olivia in the morning and tell her they were staying for a few more days.
Fitz was in trouble and he knew it. He was falling for her, which was not something her did. Not anymore at least. He learned long ago, that whenever he was happy his past would always pop up and ruin everything. Fitz knew it was only a matter of time before his past caught up to him.
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Catch You Later…