"So, where are we going first?"
"I was thinking we could go to a diner, get some breakfast."
"Splendid, I'm starving."
"Okay, so let me ask you something, why did you sleep on the couch last night?"
"I don't know, I just fell asleep."
"Are you sure you it's not because you didn't want to sleep in the bedroom with me?"
"I just let you fuck me in your shower, I think we're way past sleeping in the same bed, after all, we've slept in the same bed for most of the past five days when I was stuck with you on that island."
He chuckled.
"The shower was pretty great wasn't it?"
"Of course, that's all you hear."
Olivia looked around at all the huge mansions lining the road as they drove down the hill.
After about 20 minutes of driving Fitz pulled into the lot of a diner and parked into a spot. They got out and headed into the diner, a waitress seated them by the window and proceeded to take their order.
"Once again, welcome to Rachel's diner, I'm Rebecca, can I take your order or do you need a moment to look over the menu?"
Fitz look to Olivia and the waitress stole a glance at Fitz then looked away.
"We'll take a minute to look over the menu, thank you."
"I love your accent," the waitress complimented.
"Oh, thank you."
"I'm going to bring you some water while you two figure out your order okay?"
Olivia nodded.
Fitz leaned back in his chair, he'd been there many times and already knew what he was going to order, Olivia looked over the menu.
By the time the waitress came back, they were ready to order.
"Are you two ready?"
"Yes, I'll have the spinach and swiss cheese omelette with a side of bacon and then add extra bacon on that bacon," Fitz said.
The waitress chuckled, "okay and for you?"
"Can I have home fries and buttered bread and bacon for me as well."
"Drinks?"
"Black tea please," Olivia replied.
"Ginger ale."
"Okay, I'll be back with your order as soon as possible."
The waitress left and returned 15 minutes later with all their food.
"Thanks," Olivia said.
"You're welcome, enjoy and let me know if you need anything else."
Olivia nodded and then the waitress left.
She opened her butted bread and stuffed her fries in between it.
"That looks disgusting," Fitz said as he ate his omelette.
She held it up to him.
"Taste it."
"No, I'm good."
She bit a piece, "so good, try it."
"Alright, alright," he said as he bit a piece.
"It's disgusting."
"You're such a liar, it's really good," she said with a chuckle.
As they finished eating, their waitress stopped by with the bill and handed it to Fitz.
He reached into his wallet and pulled out his card and handed it back to her. As they waited for her to return, Fitz ate his last strip of bacon.
"What do you want to do first?"
"Can we go to the spa first?"
"Can you google the closest one?"
She pulled out her phone, thankful she'd felt it at the base the day they left to test their new jets. Fitz took his phone and it got ruined in the ocean water on his swim back to the shore, he got a new one when they returned to the base.
She googled the neared spa and found one on rodeo drive not to far from where they were. She showed it to Fitz and he knew right away where it was. When the waitress came back with his card, he signed the check and then they left. The waitress snuck her number in between copies of the bill but Fitz didn't mention it to Olivia, instead he left it at the table.
A few minutes away was Rodeo Drive, Fitz parked on the side of the road, he paid the meter for a day and then walk to the spa that was across the street.
Fitz sat in the waiting area as Olivia got her wild curly hair washed and straightened, her nails done, her eyebrows threaded and all the hair on her body waxed. She got a facial and a massage and at the end she pulled out her credit card to pay the bill but Fitz stopped her.
"I got it."
"No, it's alright-"
"I've got it," he insisted.
She was beautiful, more or less, exactly the way she looked when she first stepped off the helicopter, the first day he met her, like a pampered, spoiled girlfriend of a very rich man. Looking back he knew that was an unfair characterization of her, after investigating her for the first month after her arrival, he knew she was wealthy in her own right. She lived in a penthouse apartment overlooking Central Park in Manhattan, her apartment was fit for a queen, mostly gold, antique Italian and french furniture, with opulent decor, seeming no different than a room in the palace of Versailles in France. He knew all of that because just a week after she arrived at the base, he sent a team to her apartment to search it.
"No, I'll pay."
Fitz handed the card to the cashier, ignoring Olivia and then he signed the receipt.
"You look the same by the way."
"How kind of you."
"Technically it's a compliment, you look beautiful with or without being all done up. Don't make a fuss about it."
She rolled her eyes.
He took his card back and they headed through the door.
"You said you needed clothes right?"
"I do."
Fitz looked around.
"Take your pic, there's Chanel across the street, Saint Laurent, Gucci's over there, I think Barney's is down the street, that has more options I guess and by the way-"
He snatched her credit card from her and stuffed it in his pocket.
"Hey-"
"You don't need it, now pick a store, I don't have all day woman."
She chuckled.
"Why do I need to go I into saint Laurent, won't we be home all day?"
"Maybe we're going out tonight?"
"Going out? You're taking me out?"
"We're both going out to dinner, later, I'm not cooking and you're not cooking, we'll need to eat, you can't go to dinner in yoga leggings and a t shirt, well, you can but not to the place I'm taking you."
"You're talking me in a date," she teased.
"Yes! shit! Now can we go."
She smiled and pointed to a shop.
"Why don't we go to that boutique in there."
"Okay."
Fitz followed Olivia into the boutique and sat on the couch as she looked around. One of the sales women ran over to her immediately, noticing the Chanel bag on her shoulder, she sized her up to be willing to spend.
"I'm Sandra, welcome to Sachini, How can I help you?"
"I need a dress for dinner later, black or white, preferable white, fitted, short but not nightclub short."
"I think we have a few things you'll like, I'm gonna pull them and get a fitting room ready for you."
"Thank you."
She went back to sit beside Fitz in the couch as she waited.
"As I'm sitting here, I'm pretty sure I left the condom from earlier in the shower, Veronica is going to have a happy surprise."
"Oh my god, you didn't."
"I did."
"How could you forget that?"
"I was in that trance thing you do to me whenever we have sex."
"I don't do anything to you," she quipped.
"I disagree," he said as he leaned in and kissed her.
"Ready," the saleswoman said as she walked out on them kissing.
Olivia broke the kiss and stood up.
"I'll be right back."
"Take your time."
Olivia went into the fitting room and began trying the dresses, one after the other she walked out and showed Fitz, each time he had the same reply, "it looks great," until she tried the very last one, "that's amazing," he said as she stepped in the platform.
It was a $1500 fitted, white, halter dress with a cowl neck and a slit up the thigh, it stopped just above her knees.
"I know, I love it."
"That's the one, your ass looks great."
"Excuse him please, I can't take him anywhere," Olivia said to the saleswoman.
"No worries."
"I'll take the dress."
"Perfect."
Olivia went back to the fitting room and changed into her clothes and gave the dress back to Sandra to checkout. Afterwards they went to Saint Laurent for shoes and then made the rounds up and down the shopping block for other clothes and shoes. Once she got into the groove, she didn't stop. She ended up buying things she didn't even need. She got the chance to buy perfume, deodorant, body oil and makeup, for which she was thankful. By late afternoon, they headed back to home after stopping at McDonald's and getting food.
Veronica was long gone by the time they got back to the house, Fitz dropped all her bag on the ground and took his McDonald to the couch and spread out and began eating as he flipped through channels to find something to watch.
Olivia washed her hands and sat beside him and took fries.
"You need to wash your hands, you've been out all day."
Fitz picked up more fries and looked directly at her as he stuffed them into his mouth.
She sighed and rolled her eyes.
Fitz shifted his body and laid his head in her lap and continued eating his burger and fries. A movie played on the tv but neither of them were particularly interested in watching it. Fitz fell asleep on her lap after he finished his food, Olivia stayed up.
After an hour of watching him sleep, she eased his head off her lap and put a pillow in its place. She left him on the couch and went outside to look at the view and think to herself.
Later in the night, when Fitz woke up he realized Olivia was gone, it didn't take long for him to find her outside, looking out at the view. He walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.
"It's nice, isn't it?"
"Stunning."
She turned to him, "I'm surprised you're up, given the way you were snoring."
"You talk so much shit for someone who's so little."
He picked her up and threw her over his shoulder and brought her back to the house.
"We have to get ready," he said as he let her down.
"Okay."
She was headed to pick up her bags and take them upstairs but Fitz beat her to it. She followed behind him as he carried her bags up to his room and dropped them on the floor.
"I'm gonna grab a shower, okay," Fitz said.
"Okay."
While Fitz showered, Olivia sorted her things and prepared to shower as well.
When she heard Fitz turn off the shower, she walked to the bathroom wrapped in her towel. Fitz stepped out the shower as she was walking in.
She never got tired of looking at his naked body; his muscular abs, his tattooed arm and even when his penis was flaccid, it was still threatening in size.
She dropped her towel on the ground and walked into shower.
Fitz knew his urges needed to wait until after dinner but it was so hard to stay away from her.
He was halfway into walking into the shower with her then he remember that the condoms were all the way in the other room and that was enough to pull him out of the bathroom to get ready.
By the time he was done getting dressed in his slim fit Tom Ford suit, Olivia was out of the shower and getting dressed as well.
Fitz went downstairs to watch tv as he waited for her. Half and hour later, Olivia emerged, down the stairs, in her white dress and strappy heels, with perfect makeup and her hair freshly blown out, long, black and shiny.
She met him by the sofa.
"I'm ready."
Fitz turned around and looked up at her.
"Wow, you look gorgeous."
She blushed.
"Thank you, you look so very dashing."
He turned off the tv and grabbed his car keys from the hook by the door.
"Let's go."
Olivia smiled and followed behind him as he walked to his cars. He pressed his his car alarm remote to open the door and his Lamborghini beeped. He walked over and opened the door for her and then he got in the driver seat beside her and then pulled out of his yard and took off.
They arrived at the restaurant, just after 9pm. When Fitz pulled up, the valet walked over them and opened the door for Olivia, and another man opened the door for Fitz.
"Mr. Grant, welcome back to Babi's," one man said.
"Thank you- this is Olivia, we'll need a table."
"Absolutely."
They took them to the back, in a secluded booth, it was Fitz's usual but he didn't feel like sitting there tonight.
"Can I have another seat?"
"Sure."
They moved them to another seat, close to the bar and a few minutes after they got seated a waitress approached them.
"Oh shit," Fitz thought to himself, he vaguely recognized the woman's face, he was almost sure he had sex with her in the bathroom of the restaurant over a year ago.
"Hi, I'm Hailee, can I get you two something to drink?"
"Scotch," Fitz said.
"Red wine for me please," Olivia said.
The waitress nodded and left.
"Why do you look like you've seen a ghost?"
"No reason," he said quickly.
"Did you sleep with that girl, she's been looking at you and talking in her friend's ear over their since she walked off."
"What no-"
Olivia kept her eyes on him.
"Yes, I think yes, I can't really remember her face but I'm about 80% sure."
Olivia stood and took her purse from the back of her chair.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm leaving."
She headed for the door and Fitz quickly got up and followed her outside.
"Livie, why are you leaving?"
"Because I don't want to be served dinner by someone you used to have sex with."
"It was one time and if you don't want to stay here, I can take you somewhere else."
"How far would we drive before we find a restaurant where you haven't slept with the serving crew?" She asked sarcastically.
"Are you actually mad about this?"
They had both made it to the curb and we're waiting for the valet to bring around the car.
"You treat people like they're nothing, you have sex with all these women and then you just throw them away, you can't even remember their names and faces."
She realized how much of a hypocrite she was being, she did the exact same thing, only she didn't sleep with the men and they would end up worse off than they were when she found them.
"I'm pretty sure you're going to do the same thing to me-"
"I'm not," he interjected calmly.
"You're not just going to sleep with me and then throw me away when your bored, I'm no ordinary woman, so you don't get to treat me-"
"You're right, look, I'm trying to be better to you so why don't you just give me a chance."
Olivia finally took a breath, now feeling silly for her little rant.
"Okay."
"And by the way don't act like half these guys here aren't drooling over you."
"Yes but I haven't slept with them."
"Fine but it think it's horrible the way you slut shamed me just now."
She chuckled, "shut up."
The car pulled up from the parking lot across the street and they both got in.
"Since, you decided to have a tantrum, like the spoiled brat you are, I'll take you to a place you can't storm out of."
"Where?"
"You'll see and I promise, I haven't slept with anyone there, I don't think."
He sped off down the boulevard and took the pass into the highway. He drove for awhile until he took the exit back onto the road and pulled into a park full of food trucks.
"Food trucks, I love food trucks."
"I thought so," he said with a smile.
Once he parked, they got out. Olivia looked at all the trucks trying to figure out which one to go to first.
"Burgers, that one has burgers, let's go."
"I'm coming," he said as he locked his car door and followed her.
They walked to the truck and bought burgers, walked and ate, then they stopped at another truck that served chicken kebabs and then another that served Nutella and strawberry crepes. They sat together at a wooden bench in the park, eating their dessert.
"So," Olivia began, "your tattoo, I always wondered why you got it, at face value you don't seem like the kind of guy who'd get a tattoo, the son of a governor, wealthy, handsome, Ivy League graduate, why did you get it?"
"I don't know if you know this, but I was a really bad kid, from about 11 years old and on, I was horrible, I got a tattoo just to piss off Gerry."
"Really?"
"Yes, I also wanted to get one but knowing it would piss him off made it even better."
She chuckled.
"What's up with you and your father, the first time I met you, you looked at him with so much- I don't know, I can't explain it…so much fury."
"We have our issues."
Olivia sensed she wasn't really going to get an answer from him.
"I suppose everyone does, you're lucky though, Scott seems like a great brother to have, I always wanted a sibling, I begged my mother for one but it never happened."
"Scott's the only person I consider my family, I love him. My father never really claimed Scott as his son. He ignored him during his childhood, scared his mother into staying out of court, she wanted to file a paternity suit but when you're as rich as my family is and as powerful as Gerry is, things like that don't get far. It wasn't until Scott's mom died, he went into foster care for a while but he would tell anyone that would listen that Gerry was his dad until a reporter got hold of the story and it blew up, he told everyone that he didn't know Scott was his son, played it off as if Scott's mother kept him secret or something, he apologized to everyone except Scott, all he cared about was the optics, it blew over, everyone forgave him and now here we are."
"You seem like you haven't forgiven him."
"I don't expect anything from him, I knew the kind of person he was so I wasn't exactly surprised, there was nothing to forgive, he's shameless, I take after him that way I guess."
"Don't say that about yourself."
"You say that all the time."
"Yes, I should say that but you shouldn't," she teased as she scooted a little closer to him and leaned against his chest.
"What are your plans after you leave the military?"
"There are none."
"You have a nice home, you live in a good city, you're smart and handsome and wealthy, you can have a great life outside of the military, where you don't have to fight all the time or risk your life with every mission."
"I could say the same about you, you're young and beautiful, smart, but you're in the military, in a large base at the bottom of the world, you could have so much more."
"And I will, once I'm done serving my country. I've barely been there for three months, I've been on one mission, that's nothing compared to you but you haven't answered the question, what are you going to do after?"
"There is no after."
"What does that mean?"
"Is this really want to talk about?"
She smiled.
"Maybe I don't want to talk," she said as she leaned in and kissed him.
"Maybe I don't want to talk either, maybe I want to take you home and fuck you, nice and slow and deep," he kissed her lips, "and I wouldn't stop, not until you begged me to," he whispered.
She stood up, "we have to go, now."
Fitz chuckled and got up, they walked back to the car and after he opened the door for her and then got in, pulled off.
He turned on the radio as he drove, it played soft feel good music. Fitz rested his hand on her thigh, just where her dress stopped. His fingers dabbled under her dress, in between her thighs but he didn't roam them any further. They didn't speak, they just drove in silence, the only sound audible was the music that played.
By the time Fitz pulled into his driveway, it was almost midnight.
Once he opened the door and they stepped into the house he picked her up and carried her up the stairs.
When he got to his bedroom, he laid her on the bed and then stepped back and pulled off his jacket and threw it to the floor.
Olivia stood up and walked up to him and kissed him. As she kissed him, she slowly unbuckled his belt and pulled it off and then unzipped his pants. She unbuttoned his shirt, slowly, one button at a time and then pulled that off as well then she got on her knees and pulled off his shoes and boxers and pants. When he was completely naked she stood up, he was already stiff.
He pulled her against his body, so close she could felt his erection pressed against her stomach, then he pulled up her dress and grabbed her ass as he kissed her, slowly slithering his tongue against hers.
He walked her backward to the bed and laid her down, then he untied the string of her dress around her neck and pull it down her legs, he pulled off her underwear and then he unstrapped her heels and threw them to the side.
He kissed her as he opened her legs and traced the lips of her vagina until he licked two fingers and slowly slid them in.
"Mmm," she moaned into his mouth and grabbed into his hair.
She was wet, too wet, he practically dipped his finger into a puddle of warm, sticky fluid. He pulled his fingers out and then kissed his way down, listening to her soft moans that were the sweetest sounds to his ears.
He finally stopped between her legs.
"You wanna hold my hand," he asked with a smile.
Olivia nodded and intertwined their fingers then took a deep breath.
Fitz slid his tongue in between her lips and then kissed the sensitive skin.
"Ohh...Fitz," she moaned softly.
She held his hands tighter and closed her eyes then she felt his tongue slither it's way inside her.
A silent gasp escaped as she bent her knees and locked her legs. Somehow that encourage Fitz to be more vicious.
"It's so good…" she whispered, her mouth a gape.
He took her clit in his mouth and sucked it.
"Aahhh," she panted.
He licked and sucked her, like a starving man until Olivia felt a gush of fluid escape, she had no idea what it was but it felt euphoric. Fitz continued, circling his tongue around her clit and then began fingering fucking simultaneously.
"FUCK!" She screamed, not even trying to hold back as her body quivered into an orgasm. She grabbed into his hair and locked her leg as they trembled uncontrollably. "Fuck," she whispered.
Fitz pulled his fingers out and brought them to her lips. She sucked his fingers off, slowly, one by one, as she stared him in the eyes and then she pulled him down kissed him, sharing with him the taste of pussy on his fingers.
She was quickly learning to be more bold with him.
Fitz had her juices running down his chin, he was delighted.
He crawled on top of her and rub his tip around her clit, she shuddered. He almost forgot about the condom, he was about to enter her when Olivia stopped him.
"Fitz- condom," she said breathlessly.
"Shit-." he said with a chuckle, "that's what good pussy does to you, it makes you forget shit."
Olivia smiled.
He stopped and walked over to his nightstand and took a condom and slipped it on then he walked back to Olivia on the bed and kneeled in front of her and opened her legs wide and leaned on top of her.
"Tell me Livie, how far can you stretch your legs for me?"
He ran his hands over her breasts and down her torso. Olivia opened her legs as far as they could go. Fitz slowly eased himself in.
"Yesss," she whispered.
"Fuck, so fucking tight," he groaned.
He began thrusting, slow and deep. Olivia wrapped her arms around his neck and held him tight as she stared into his eyes. It wasn't on purpose at first but it happened and once it did she regretted it because she just couldn't look away. Everything was different when she looked into his eyes, they were such a pretty blue and when she looked into them, there were so many emotions trying to hide behind them and she could see all of them. She wondered if he could see behind hers as well.
Fitz closed his eyes and kissed her. She ran her hands up and down his back tenderly and brought them up to his cheeks and kissed his lips.
"Fuck me," she whispered.
Fitz took over and kissed down her neck as he thrusted.
"Ohh... Fitz-" she panted as she felt her orgasm.
Pumped into her slowly as she came.
He pulled out and watched her smile as she tried to catch her breath then he turned her around and laid her flat on her stomach and entered her again, slowly.
"Ahhh," she moaned softly.
Fitz kissed her shoulder and down her back as he thrusted, faster than before.
He meant it when he said he wanted her to beg him to stop.
Olivia cried a little louder for him, she still wasn't used to how deep he was going.
He reached between her thighs and rubbed her clit as he continued to drill her and just like that she came, only this time, he came right along with her.
He turned her on her side and pulled her leg over his arm, both of them still panting, and entered her again. He grabbed onto her breast to steady her as she thrusted into, slowly and deep.
"Fitz- oh my god- oh my god- Fitz," she panted.
He pressed his thumb on her clit and continued stroking her and a few moments later, she was writhing underneath him in orgasm, he orgasmed too.
She was bone tired, her limbs felt like jello.
"I don't think I can take any more," she panted.
He pulled out and walked away without a word. She was confused and wondered if she said something wrong so she stood up, stumbling as she walked to follow him. When Olivia walked into the bathroom, she saw him discard of the condom.
"Did I do something wrong?" She asked.
He turned around, confused, "no, you didn't do anything, why would you think that?"
He walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his hand on her cheek.
"You just walked away and you didn't say anything."
He smiled.
"You remember that trance thing you do to me, I was so fucked up just now, I don't even know what happened after I came, I also needed to throw out the condom."
Olivia chuckled as he kissed her.
He walked her back to the bedroom, laid under the comforter beside her. He didn't like cuddling but he didn't mind cuddling with her until they both drifted to sleep.