All Shook Up
Two Months Later
The Fourth of July weekend was only two days away and Olivia was sitting in her small office doing payroll. Normally she does payroll on Thursdays, but since the fourth is on a Friday this year, she decided to pay her staff of 6 early. With her favorite R&B Pandora station playing in the background, Olivia's vibe was interrupted by a Facetime call from her used-to-be favorite cousin Harrison. Olivia hasn't talked to Harrison in 2 months after that fiasco he pulled at his club. His plan of playing matchmaker between her and Fitz should've remained a thought that never came to fruition. Olivia still vividly dreams about that night at least twice a week. She can still feel, taste, and smell him. It's gotten so bad that the inner little girl who was once obsessed with Fitz has resurfaced. After a few rings, Harrison hung up. Olivia's music resumed and she refocused herself on completing payroll.
"Olivia, Harrison is on the store's phone asking for you." Penelope one of Olivia's employees said popping her head into Olivia's office.
Olivia looked up from her MacBook, "tell him I'm not taking any calls right now, thank you." she replied taking the high road, though she wanted to tell Harrison to kiss her black ass.
"Will do," Penelope shut Olivia's office door.
Now that her focus was disrupted, Olivia took that as an opportunity to take a break. She pulled up Instagram on her MacBook and scrolled through her timeline. Fighting the urge to go to Fitz's page, Olivia soon became curious especially since he's on vacation right now in Bora Bora with his wife and friends. Fuck it. She pulled up his account immersing herself in his virtual life for the 4th time today. His latest post was a picture of him and his wife Mellie. They were on a yacht looking super cozy and in love. Fitz was shirtless in a pair of Nike swim trunks. Ray Bans sunglasses covered his eyes and a backward baseball cap was atop his head smashing his curls. He looked completely relaxed with his wife in his lap who was wearing a two-piece bikini that highlighted her curvy figure. They definitely complemented one another photogenically. The comments and likes proved it to be true. All of their pictures look professionally done.
I wonder if he fucks her likes he fucked me, Olivia thought to herself. Shaking her head for even thinking something so preposterous she told herself, "girlfriend pull it together," and got off of his account. She Facetimed Amelia for their midday check-in.
"Hieeeee," the girls both said into the camera imitating drag queen Alaska from RuPaul's Drag Race famous line. That show is their guilty pleasure.
"Where are you?" Olivia asked noticing Amelia wasn't at her dance studio. In fact, she was in someone's bed with a sheet wrapped around her. It was the middle of the afternoon, she should be at work not on her back.
"Um…Michael's." Amelia blushed. Olivia should've known, Amelia has been with Michael every day since they met at Plight two months ago. Olivia isn't too fond of Michael, he's already acting like Amelia's boyfriend and it's only been 2 months of them fooling around.
"So are ya'll two a thing now?" Olivia didn't hide the jealousy in her tone.
"No we're just vibing Liv, but I can't front I do like him." Amelia was glowing. Olivia doesn't see what the hell Amelia sees in him. Michael is an average-looking guy. Nothing stands out about him. He has a pretty decent job with Coca-Cola, but he's so bland like his friend Garrett whom Olivia hasn't spoken since their brief meeting at Plight two months ago.
"Ami ya'll met in a club, do you honestly think this will work?" It came off harsh, but Olivia needed her best friend to wake up and smell the coffee.
"Yeah it might work Olivia and I like him enough to see where this thing will go." Amelia curtly replied with an eye roll. Olivia felt bad for upsetting her, that wasn't her intention, she just needs Amelia to be realistic. They're only 20 years old, they have their thirties to find love and settle down. Right now she enjoys not being tied to anyone and she thought Amelia felt the same.
"Geesh I'm sorry don't be so snappy," Olivia apologized. "Anyway, I can't wait to go to Six Flags I need some excitement in my life." They will be spending their Fourth of July weekend at Six Flags Over Georgia. They don't celebrate the holiday for obvious reasons, however, going to Six Flags has been a tradition for them since high school. It started with their parents taking them until they were 16 and trusted to go alone.
"Michael is coming with us and he's bringing Garret," Amelia replied dampening the mood once again by mentioning Michael.
"I'm sorry what?" Olivia clicked her tongue.
"C'mon Liv I think it will be fun unless you want to bring the guy you hooked up with that night that you don't talk about." Olivia gave Amelia a condensed version of her night with Fitz without name-dropping him. It's not that she doesn't trust Amelia, she's just embarrassed about the whole situation.
"No I don't want to bring him Ami and why the hell is Michael coming?" Olivia was confused. This is their tradition, Michael's presence is not necessary.
"Liv it will be fun. I promise once you get to know them you'll see that they're really fun guys." Amelia wasn't convincing Olivia one bit.
"Garrett is not fun and all Michael will do is smother you the entire time." He's so clingy it's cringy to Olivia.
"Well, maybe I like being smothered, Olivia." Amelia snapped.
"Fine whatever, I have to go." The conversation was over as far as Olivia was concerned.
"I love you byeeeeeee." Amelia did their usual farewell greeting.
"Yeah, I love you too." Olivia ended the Facetime call not returning the same energy.
Argh! It's definitely time for a drink or two or fifty. She feels like her personal life is falling into shambles. She hates sudden change, she cannot handle it. Two months ago her personal life was normal. Now it's all out of whack. Even her circadian rhythm is off. She's become a stalker, she's losing her person to a dick name Michael, and she hasn't had an orgasm that has reached the level of orgasms Fitz gave her.
Pushing herself to finish payroll, Olivia slammed her laptop shut once she was done, grabbed her purse, and left her office. She was done for the day. All she wanted was some food, wine, and her bed in the order.
"Penelope, do you mind locking up for me?" Olivia asked stopping at Penelope's station door. Penelope was sanitizing the room for her last appointment for the day.
"No, I don't mind Liv," Penelope replied looking at Olivia who was standing in the doorway.
"Thank you, have a good evening."
Olivia said goodbye to the rest of her staff and left her salon walking out into the depressing Georgia heat. The minute her ass hit her steamy leather seats in her car, she blasted her air conditioning. Feeling the cool air slap against her face, Olivia rested her head against her headrest. Her cell phone started ringing again and she didn't need to look at it to know who was calling. Grabbing it from her purse, she scoffed seeing that it was Harrison. She knew she had to talk to him sooner or later.
"What!" She answered in almost a growl.
"Two months real mature Olivia. Are you really still mad at me?" She could the humor in his tone. She didn't find a damn thing funny.
"You goddamn right I am still mad at you Harrison. The next time you wanna play matchmaker, don't!"
"Wow maybe I should go into the match-making business," his incessant laughing was bothering Olivia because she found nothing about what happened amusing. "You know he said the same exact thing. You two are made for each other."
"Fuck you, Harrison!" Olivia spat. So Fitz regrets that night too, I only regretted it because I loved it. But why does he regret it, was I that fucking bad? I can't tell by the way he was moaning and groaning like a little bitch, ugh focus Olivia.
"I love you too. Are you and Amelia still going to Six Flags?"
"Yeah but she's bringing this weirdo guy and his friend." Olivia can't stay mad at Harrison too long that's the exact reason she was ignoring his calls. That's the only way he would know she was really mad.
"You think every guy she shows interest in is weird." That was true, but that's her job as Amelia's best friend. If the guy isn't to Olivia's liking, then he's no good for her best friend period. At the end of the day, Olivia has Amelia's best interest at heart vice versa.
"What are your plans?" Olivia asked switching gears.
"Vegas."
"I'm jealous, who are you going with?"
No one you know." Harrison lives a very private life. The family has only met 3 girlfriends top and they've lasted every bit of 2-3 months.
"Whatever, I gotta go talk to you later, I love you."
"I love you too."
Olivia ended the call and pulled out of the parking space heading to Harrison's mom's soul food restaurant. Her Aunt Betty has the best soul food in Atlanta. Olivia will argue anyone down who begs to differ.
X
Bora Bora is one of Fitz's favorite vacation spots during the offseason. He was introduced to the French Polynesian island by a former teammate when he first entered the league 13 years ago during the Fourth of July holiday. Fitz fell in love with the private oasis he deems a piece of heaven and has made it his tradition to visit every year around the holiday. This year he came to the island with his wife Mellie and their best friends from college Jake and Vanessa Ballard. They were staying in the luxurious resort of Conrad Bora Bora Nui on the private island of Motu Tu'oupa. The private stretch of soft white sand beaches nestled between the soaring backdrop of Mount Otemanu and the mesmerizing lagoon always amazes Fitz as if he's visiting for the first time.
Perched on the second-floor terrace, with a glass of Scotch in his left hand, and his cell phone in his right, Fitz was completely immersed in Olivia's social media. While Mellie, Jake, and Vanessa were soaking up the sun swimming in the infinity pool. Olivia has turned Fitz into an obsessed man. Before it was just an urge he had for her that he thought after that night would be quenched. What he didn't expect going into that night for her to blow his mind and match his intensity. Now he can barely function in the bedroom with his own wife without thinking about Olivia. That alone is a task in itself, with Fitz having to force himself from calling out Olivia's name when he reaches climax. Fitz regrets the adulterous affair with the vixen because he isn't sure if he'll ever get to experience her again and that is a pain he wishes on no one. Being with her that night was better than winning 5 super bowls.
Olivia is very active on her social media accounts. The woman posts some of the most hilarious thoughts and she's very photogenic. Her social media accounts make you feel like you're right there with her. Her last post on both Facebook and Instagram was from 3 days ago; she was promoting specials her waxing salon was offering. He's been through her accounts so much that he's picked up on a pattern. She's modest and professional on Facebook and her business page on Instagram, political on Twitter, and racy on personal Instagram account. Of the three accounts he's aware of, his favorite is her Instagram page, Olivia is very photogenic and she knows all her angles.
Scrolling to his favorite picture of her where she was clad in a white itty bitty bikini, Fitz felt his dick swell. He tossed back his drink of Scotch and poured another from the decanter tossing that one back with the same quickness. He was tempted to go into the bathroom to relieve himself until his wife cock blocked.
"Honey come swim with us!" Mellie yelled up from the infinity pool.
Fitz tore his eyes away from his phone and irritably yelled back, "give me a few minutes!" Just like that his erection was gone.
Mellie submerged herself under the water and swam towards Jake and Vanessa. Fitz pulled himself from the chair and went into the bedroom to change into his swimwear. He locked his cell phone sitting it on the nightstand. Then joined his wife and friends in the cool waters.
Mellie swam over to him, "what has you so bothered?"
"What do you mean?" Fitz asked dumbfounded.
"I mean I was watching you on the terrace and clearly something or someone has you bothered," Mellie explained.
"I was reading troll comments." Fitz lied. How can he tell his wife that another woman who is not his wife now controls his erection? The mere thought of Olivia causes a swell in his briefs.
"Hey…forget those idiots…you are one of the greatest quarterbacks to play in this league…and still my number one." Mellie kissed Fitz's lips who kissed her back out of obligation.
"Get a room," Jake and Vanessa joked as they swam over to Fitz and Mellie.
"You two are one to talk need I remind you what Fitz and I walked in on last night." Jake and Vanessa were in a full-on fuck-fest last night in the living room. Fitz and Mellie went out to dinner at a restaurant and walked in on the married couple who didn't even notice they had an audience. That turned Mellie on and she wanted her night to end with Fitz fucking her into a coma, only Fitz gave her one good round before passing out.
"Let's just say we're aiming for your third godchild and we're in Bora Bora which means my wife is half-naked 24 hours a day."
Vanessa blushed, "guys we're gonna go get changed for dinner."
"Yeah, we know what that's code for." Fitz and Mellie laughed.
Jake and Vanessa disappeared inside of the villa all over each other.
"God that used to be us," Mellie groaned with a reminiscent smile.
"Mel we still have sex."
Mellie deeply inhaled, "Fitz we've reached the point in our marriage where we're having sex out of obligation. I want the sex we used to have in college. The kind of sex that used to have us going at it all night leaving us passed out well into the next morning. The kind of sex that made us late and leave early for events. Fitz, I miss us. You've been different for the past 6 months and more recently you've been distant. I know last season was tough, but I miss my husband and I want all of him, not half of him." Mellie pressed herself against Fitz hoping to get a reaction from below his waist. She got nothing. Fitz looked down at his flaccid dick hidden behind his swim trunks.
"I'm sorry," was all he could say looking at her remorsefully.
"Save it, let's just get ready for dinner." Mellie left Fitz in the pool alone.
Fitz swam a few laps before going inside and getting ready for dinner. They dined at the villa tonight with Jake and Vanessa. Fitz and Mellie's conversation was forced the entire evening. Jake and Vanessa tried keeping the mood light and airy by cracking jokes, none of it worked. Once dinner was finished, Mellie excused herself and went into the guest bedroom where she remained for the remainder of the night. Fitz retired to the bar where he drank until he was slumped over. Jake was coming to grab a bottle of water when he saw a pitiful Fitz with a half-empty glass resting in his fingertips. Jake walked over to his best friend and helped him to the couch.
"Dude, what is going with you?" Fitz heard Jake ask.
Fitz haphazardly flung his arms around using them as his voice before collapsing onto his stomach with his face planted into the cushion. He woke the next morning with a pounding headache and his body sore. The couch was not suitable for his frame. Fitz is a big man standing at 6'3 and weighing 225 pounds. Just as he was getting up, Mellie was coming out of the guest bedroom in her robe.
"Good morning," Fitz greeted his wife.
Mellie's face contorted at the sight of her disheveled husband, "you need a shower."
"Come join me yeah." Fitz walked away knowing she'd follow him.
He walked into the en-suite in their room and set the temperature of the water to their liking. Stripping himself of yesterday's clothes, Fitz stepped under the water placing both hands against the wall, and dropping his head allowing the water to run through his curls. Mellie
slipped inside moments later. Kissing his back, she caressed his rock-hard abs hinting that she wanted her hands to lower. Fitz turned around and scooped Mellie up. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he turned them back around backing her into the shower wall. Fitz entered his wife at the same time reverting his mind back to that night with Olivia. He envisioned the feel of her soft caramel skin that is smoother than peanut butter, her perky breasts that bounced up and down each time he plunged deep inside of her, and most importantly the way her pussy took hostage of his dick. It wasn't his wife he was having shower sex with, it was Olivia. It was Olivia calling out his name and scratching up his back.
"Olivia!" Fitz regretted the words as soon as they left his lips. He fucked up. Placing Mellie back down onto the floor, Fitz placed both hands back on the shower wall and dropped his head under the running water cursing Olivia under his breath.
"Well...at least...at least...I know her name now." Mellie choked out, leaving before Fitz could see her tears.
X
"Olivia we're turning grey out here c'mon!" Amelia exaggeratingly hollered from the living room where she, Michael, and Garret were waiting.
Olivia ignored Amelia and continued doing her makeup. She purposely was moving at snail space. She is still fuming at Amelia for extending the unwanted invitation to Michael let alone Garrett's narcissistic ass. She doesn't want to be around either one of those dorks.
Twenty minutes later, Olivia emerged from her bedroom with her rolling suitcase. Amelia, Michael, and Garrett mockingly clapped. Olivia gave them the finger and they all left the apartment loading up in the SUV Michael rented for the weekend. Amelia sat with Michael in the front leaving Olivia to sit next to Garrett. On top of being a narcissistic prick, he's also a dick. He didn't even bother to help with her suitcase or open the door for her. At least Michael had chivalry.
Olivia distracted herself with Candy Crush on her cell phone to kill time. She refused to give Garrett any of her attention, she didn't want him here or his friend.
"You own a wax salon correct?" Here he was making unnecessary conversation.
"Yes, I do." Olivia didn't even bother to look up from her phone.
"Do you have another source of income?"
"No, my waxing salon consumes all of my time."
"That has to be rough considering you haven't been in business very long. I wish our people were more financially literate, you know what I mean? We're so used to putting all of our eggs into one basket trying to find a quick get rich scheme and when that doesn't work we're left on our asses with nothing to fall back on.
Olivia rolled her eyes, "I get by just fine." She made clear. His preaching went in one ear and out of the other.
Garrett tossed up his hands with a chuckle, "Hey, I am sure you do and I wish you nothing but success. I'm just curious if this doesn't work out, what do you have to fall back on? You didn't go to college correct?"
"No Garrett I did not go to college. What is that you do again?" Olivia no longer wanted to be interrogated.
"I am a defense attorney and the youngest at my firm to be exact. I was also the youngest in my graduating class at law school. I have already built quite a respectful reputation for myself here in Atlanta and in a few years, I will make partner at my firm. I believe success comes to those who –"
Olivia's cell phone chimed signaling she had a notification. Pulling it from her purse, she saw that Fitz uploaded a picture on Instagram. Yes, she has his post notifications on. Olivia opened the notification, Fitz posted a picture of his view from the terrace. The caption read: Homesick in paradise, sorry Cali I miss Atlanta.
"Oh my God," Olivia gulped loudly as she reread the caption another three times thinking her eyes were deceiving her.
"What's wrong?" Amelia asked turning around to face Olivia. Now she wanted to show her attention. Amelia has practically ignored Olivia the whole car ride.
"Nothing," Olivia lied locking her cell phone. She looked out of the window wondering if Fitz's cryptic post had anything to do with her. Did he actually miss her? If he did, does that mean he enjoyed the sex too? Does his body ache for her as hers do his? Is he obsessed?
The holiday traffic turned an 18-minute drive into 45 minutes. Olivia thought they'd never reach the hotel. They were staying in the Hilton Garden Inn for the weekend. Michael was able to get a room next door to Olivia and Amelia, and Olivia wasn't the least bit surprised. Garrett wasn't so lucky, his room was down the hall.
"Liv I'm gonna freshen up in Mike's room," Amelia said standing behind Michael as he placed the keycard into the slot.
Olivia didn't respond, she placed her own keycard in the slot and walked into the room she thought she was sharing with her best friend. Amelia is fronting hard on her and she doesn't appreciate it one bit. Garrett ended up driving the gang over to the amusement park, giving Michael a break. The park was already packed with folks from all over. The lines for the rides were oppressively long. Olivia jealousy watched Amelia snap pictures and videos with Michael. So she made it her duty to photobomb all their pictures and videos. With Amelia up under Michael the entire time, Olivia was forced to interact with Garrett. As much as Olivia hated to admit it, she was finally able to enjoy Garrett's company. it was only because he loosened up and shut up. He came alive after getting off Acrophobia where he screamed like a little bitch. Olivia never knew a man could hit that pitch.
"Well good night Olivia," Garrett replied as they stopped at her hotel door. Michael and Amelia were already tucked away in his room.
"Good night Garrett." Olivia inserted her keycard into the slot and entered her room.
Removing her high-top Chuck Taylor's, Olivia charged her dead phone and hopped in the shower washing away the day. Her cell started ringing as soon as she came back into the bedroom from her shower. She grabbed it from the nightstand not recognizing the number. Thinking it might've been a bill collector, she let it go to voicemail. A text message soon followed from the same number.
Unknown Number: I'll be back in Atlanta on Monday. I'll send a car for you at your choice of location at 6 pm. Wear something blue it's my favorite color.
Olivia dropped her cell phone onto the carpeted floor and it made a soft thud. Her entire body began perspiring and her hands became clammy. The room felt like it was closing in on her. Looking around to find something to focus on, Olivia's eyes darted to the trashcan. A few deep breaths later, Olivia's breathing regulated back to normal.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Olivia looked towards the door and got up from the bed. How she wishes it was Fitz on the other side of that door. Thinking it was Amelia for whatever reason, Olivia snatched open the door without checking and was swept off her feet by Garrett.
"I just want to eat it."
Babes, so they both are obsessed with one another. Is it equally or do ya'll think one is more obsessed than the other? I mean Fitz did slip up and call his wife Olivia's name. Also, this chapter gave a little more insight into Olivia's friendship with Amelia, which will play an important factor in this story. There is a reason Olivia is protective over Amelia. Last but not least, will she let Garret eat it or nah? Until next time babes! As always leave your thoughts!
