SORRY- Chapter 1

Fitzgerald Grant III son of a millionaire in a loveless marriage have a chance meeting with a beautiful escort that he falls for. Olivia Pope the daughter of an ex-CIA Elijah Pope turned scammer. His daughter was his pawn that he used to scam the wealthy for millions, and his next and final mark is none other than the Grants.

TRIGGER WARNING: This story contains Domestic Violence scenes and written moments. The chapter will have a warning that contains these scenes.

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Trigger Warning: DV mentioned in this chapter….

"Olivia!" Eli yells her name.

"I'm right hear father, no need to yell." Eli turns to see Olivia standing behind him and grunts. "Hmph. You should make yourself known when you enter a room."

"Sorry father, next time I'll stomp my way into the room." She replied.

"Don't be a smart ass, Olivia. Now have a seat we need to discuss your 25th birthday." Liv takes a seat on the sofa as her dad fixed himself a drink before joining her. Taking a sip from his glass he turns to Olivia. "Well your birthday is coming up next week, which qualifies you to receive your inheritance." Liv just looks at him as she tries to figure out where he's going with this.

When she doesn't respond he continues. "There is one last mark that you must meet and set up before I release it."

Liv looks shocked "So you lied to me. There's indeed stipulations to me getting my inheritance." She states "No Olivia, I do not lie, but this last mark is the big one. After this one you are free to live as you choose." Liv sighs "Who's the mark?"

"Fitzgerald Grant II."

"Father that guy sounds as old as you with a name like Fitzgerald. I hate doing this with old rich men, old men period." She argues.

Eli chuckles "No my dear daughter, you are actually going after the son Fitzgerald Grant III. He's only thirty-five years old. Gerry is on his last leg with cancer. He's been given about two weeks to live, meaning his son will inherit his fortune. I want you to seduce him. It's time you lose your virginity. I need you to go all the way with this one, Olivia."

"Father, I wanted to save myself for real love. You've never wanted me to go all the way before. What makes this different?"

"Fitz is no easy mark. You must make him fall for you hard. Give yourself to him. Once he's asleep used the device Huck gave you to copy his phone data. He can't know it's you, so you'll have to spend more time with him."

"After I do this, I'm free to gain access to my inheritance and live life as I please?"

"That's what I said Olivia. Why do you doubt me?"

"Why do I have to sleep with him? Why can't I just spike his drink, copy his phone and never see him again? You've always been against me sleeping with these marks. What's different about this guy?"

"His father has all the money. Yes he's also rich, but his dad is wealthy. Fitz is going to inherit everything once the old man clunks over. I want a part of that wealth. You will serenade him until the old man dies. Now stop your damn whining and get yourself together. There is a gala tomorrow. I have reserved your entry. This is a picture of Fitz. Do your research and be ready tomorrow by 7:30. The limo will be here to pick you up."

He gets up and walks out of the room. Leaving Olivia in her thoughts. Will she finally be free of her father and his controlling sometimes abusive ways. She's always felt like a prisoner than a daughter. He held threats over her head of killing her like he did her mother, who's been missing for the last twenty years. He started grooming Olivia since she was five. Controlling every aspect of her life. Once she tried to rebel and run away when she was 14 and he found her and beat her senseless before locking her in the basement, chained to a bed. She never tried that shit again.

He used her and her beauty after she perfected walking and talking the way he saw fit to set wealthy men up and copy their phones, giving Huck access to their financial wealth. Due to human's addiction to their phones, access to their bank account, foreign and domestic no matter the security each phone held, Huck could hack it. They never knew what hit them. Drugging her marks was always the easy part because the sedative was housed underneath her fingernail, the same finger she would dip into the glass of every man she met with. She'd dip her finger in their drink before allowing them to suck on that same finger. They thought it was a sexual gesture when in fact it wasn't. After finishing her drink the guy would do the same, even if he didn't he was a goner a few minutes later. She would immediately lay on the bed after finishing their drink and like a dog in heat the mark would follow only to black out for 5-10 minutes. Huck only needed 30 seconds once the device was placed against the phone.

Liv would quickly wash her hands before placing the device against the phone giving Huck access to their information. She would then shake the mark awake while pretending to be upset. The guy would awaken dazed and confused. Liv would fuss about him falling asleep on her while grabbing her things before leaving. The mark never knew anything different. After a week of the encounter, Huck would make his move and emptied out the guy's bank account. Of course, the mark couldn't connect anything back to Olivia because they all where cheaters or man whores and entertained women daily, also she was Carolyn to the mark, not Olivia.

Olivia exhales and makes her way to her room to start her research on the Grant men.

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Fitzgerald Grant III, 35-year-old millionaire set with his father in their exquisite home. "Dad, are you in any pain?" He questions.

With a soft weak voice "No, son except my heart is breaking. I'll never get to see you happily married. I'll never get to see my grandchildren because that witch you married aborted my chance of that. Get rid of her and find you some happiness son."

"I've already filed for divorce dad. She's been having an affair with some guy named Andy. I don't even care to figure out who he is. I just want this loveless marriage over with. Two weeks ago, she was trying to seduce me, talking about having a baby, which told me she was probably pregnant, mind you we haven't had sex in two years. The private detective got video of her going into the abortion clinic as well as her infidelity, so I guess since she couldn't convince me to sleep with her she got rid of the baby."

"She's a gold digger son. She never loved you. She never liked me because I could see right through her. I tried to respect your choices, but she just rubbed me the wrong way and I've never taken a liking to her."

"Gold digger or not dad, she signed the prenup and she gets nothing. I have so much evidence on her cheating ways there is no way she can win anything in the divorce."

Gerry falls into a coughing fit causing Fitz to jump from his seated position to his immediate side to pat his back. Gerry waves him off "I'm fine son. I need you to listen to me. I don't have much time left, but I want you to get rid of the harlot and find real love. Create some beautiful Grant babies and enjoy real happiness. Can you do that for me, son?"

With a fallen tear "Yes dad, I can do that. I will do that."

Gerry Grant was a wise man. He took the little bit of life insurance his parents left behind for him after they died in a drunk driving accident when he was only 21 years old. He invested the 50 thousand left to him in oil and properties only to find out years later he bought a gold mine. He was looking to build condominiums on some property in the middle of nowhere just off highway 50 in Texas only to realize there was oil beneath the land. Within hours of finding this out he bought the entire stretch of land on both sides of the interstate only to find more oil. He then had an oil refinery built instead, making him a multimillionaire by the age of 25. He then married his housekeeper, Anna Wilmington. Together they created a beautiful son Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III. His pride and joy. He taught Fitz everything about the business and set for him to inherit everything after his passing.

Gerry never got over his love for Anna, who died of a sudden heart attack. Gerry blames himself because he cheated over and over again on her, never taking into consideration how much he needed and loved her because of the temptations always around him. Funny how he cheated on his wife when she was alive, and never taking in another woman after she died. Sure he had sex with women here or there but couldn't bring himself to get into anything serious with any of them. The guilt of her death plagued him. He always felt as if it was his fault for all the stress he caused her, ending with her having a major heart attack when Fitz was just finishing college. Today was the day he could finally open up to his son about it all.

"Dad I had no idea, but the past is the past. There is nothing you can do to change that. Release the guilt and make these last days your best days. I'm sure mom has forgiven you, now you must forgive yourself."

"Can you forgive me, son?"

"I have nothing to forgive you for dad. I don't hold your past against you. You've always been a great and amazing father to me and for that I am grateful." Fitz concludes just as Gerry's nurse walks into the room. "Hello gentlemen, it's time for Gerry's bath and linen change."

"Hi nurse Nancy. Thank you for all you do for my father and I, it's appreciated. Dad I'll come and check on you later. I need to get ready for the gala tonight." Gerry nods as nurse Nancy approaches his bedside. Fitz exits the room and heads to his bedroom when his phone rings.

"What Mellie?"

"I…I just wanted to apologize again, Fitz please give me the chance to prove my love for you."

Fitz chuckles "I think you dialed the wrong number, my name is not Andy." He hangs up and blocks her number before continuing on with his day. He would honor his father and get rid of the trash in his life.

LATER THAT NIGHT AT THE GALA…

Olivia was a bit nervous as she set at the bar section of the gala. She couldn't explain why, she should be used to this by now. Maybe because her father told her to sleep with and entertain this one. What made the Grants different from the rest? She didn't know, and really didn't care. All she cared about was being free of her father's control. She planned to take her inheritance and move far away. Changing her name if she had to.

The bartender interrupted her in her thoughts "Ma'am would you like a refill?"

"Sure. Thank you." She replied.

"Put it on my tab Charles." A deep voice with a handsome face suddenly appeared next to her. It was him. Fitzgerald Grant III. This may be easier than she thought. "Hi, I'm Fitz, may I ask your name?"

"Olivia." Slips out before she could think to say Carolyn. This man was handsome. In black people's terms he was fine with two I's. His blue eyes were mesmerizing. His cologne was a woman's call to procreate. His tux was just and added feature to his godlike body. "Hi, Olivia, that's a beautiful name for a beautiful woman. Why are you sitting here alone?"

Liv did what she did best, told the truth. "I'm working."

Fitz raises a brow. "Like working…working?" Liv nods "Mhm."

"Oh damn. I never would have guessed. Are you waiting for someone now?"

"Yeah, but he's late. So I'm on to the next." Something about this man screamed don't do it Olivia, but the look he was giving her told her something else. He wanted her and the way her untouched kitty was purring…It wanted him, and so did she. Maybe sleeping with him wasn't so bad. He was her type, tall, healthy, handsome, intelligent, and financial stable.

Fitz caught her drift. "What do you say to us getting out of her to somewhere quiet and get to know a bit about each other?" Fitz stated in disbelief. Did he really just say that? This woman was beautiful, and she smelled heavenly. He didn't understand the draw she had on him, but he went with it. From the moment he spotted her he was drawn to her, attracted to her, sexually turn on by just looking at her. Maybe his hormones were just taking over? Either way he had to talk to her. Take his chance at getting to know her. She told him her name was Olivia. That was a start, right?

Liv looks at him. This was too easy. She was now having doubt about doing this. She was drawn to this man, physically, emotionally, and sexually. Her vajayjay has never throbbed like this before. The sound of his voice sent emotional shock waves throughout her core. She needed to gain control of herself. "Your place or mines."

Fitz chuckles again "How about a hotel room?"

Liv takes a sip from her drink. "You don't even know my fee."

"Okay, what your fee?"

"What experience do you want?"

"The full experience. Everything."

"Oh. I don't do everything."

"What don't you do?" He questions with a smile.

"I don't to anal, golden showers, or pudding delight."

Fitz breaks out laughing. "Wait I know two of those but what the hell is pudding delight?"

"Shitting on each other."

"Oh hell naw, people actually do that shit? No pun intended?"

Liv laughs. "None taken, but yes. You'd be surprised at the request of some men." Fitz looked around at all the wealthy people in the room. "It's stuffy in here, so are we leaving or not?" Strait to the point. He was beyond horny. His erection wouldn't go down. He wanted Olivia, more than he's ever wanted any woman. He couldn't explain it. A part of him didn't want to.

"Okay everything except those three. How much?"

Liv really wanted him to decline her offer, so she went high. "Ten thousand."

"I get to fuck you raw?"

"Yes."

"Do I get to cum inside of you?'

Liv hesitated but then answered "Yes."

"Are you on birth control?" Fitz nods in understanding

"No but there a plan B for that."

"Are you clean?"

"Yes. I have access to my medical records if you want to see for yourself. Are you clean?"

Fitz pulls out his phone and strolls for a moment then hands it to Olivia. She scans over the information taking note of his date of birth and full name, even though she already knew it. She then pulls out her phone and pull up the fake medical records of herself dated just three days ago and shows it to him. After a few moments…"Lead the way." Olivia offers.

Normally this is when Olivia would excuse herself to the bathroom to put the sedative on the underside of her fingernail, not today though. She was instructed to seduce him. Spend time with him, at least until his father's passing. So, she agreed. They left the party only going across the street the 5-star hotel. Fitz paid for the presidential suite before heading to the elevator. "Olivia I just wanted to say you are beautiful."

Liv blushes. "Thank you. You are very, very, very handsome yourself. Emphasis on the very."

"Umm, thank you." Fitz states blushing. He knew he was handsome, but coming from Olivia he felt super handsome. If there is such a thing. Fitz paid the tab and they both left the gala hand in hand.

A/N: Welp not quit 3000 words but I got it out of my head on onto this computer…Until next time…..Leave a review…..Keke