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"I hate bars for surveillance. Too noisy and crowded. No clear view available half of the time. And I can't drink" Jake smiles wryly to himself as he corrects himself. "I can't drink too much" He wasn't a lightweight and his beers were not exactly going to make him legless. For now, his attention was drawn to the petite woman downing shots at the bar. His target had taken a table and there were no free seats close by him, Friday night crowd! He couldn't loiter next to tables without drawing attention to himself so he has given up on getting any good intel here. He knew the little microphone, that looks like an earpiece which he placed on the bar and pointed towards his mark would only create more problems for him. It will pick up every nearby conversation in the bar and take ages to make out the actual conversation of interest.
He was actually about to leave when he saw her come in and set up at the bar. It was obvious she was out of place there. Everyone else was dressed in business suits and unwinding after a hard day's work or closing a deal with alcohol. She looked like a heavenly vision. White dress, caramel skin and divine red lips, Jake shook his head and mentally scolded himself.
"When did you start waxing lyrical about a woman's look" he thought.
"Heavenly vision indeed" he groaned. He watched her bring her 7th shot to her lips. The red lips parted to touch the shot glass made him wonder how it will feel touching his lips. He groaned again and cleared his throat to cover up the sound. She was looking at her phone every other minute which made him think she had been stood up but this was not exactly a date venue. It was also evident she was not coping with the amount of alcohol she's consumed. Her arms that were resting on the bar were clearly keeping her upright.
The group of men drinking behind him have also noticed her and started challenging each other to pick her up. After they all agreed she was probably drunk, they were getting graphic about what they could get her to do. Soon a bet was placed on the different things they could do to her. When someone offered to take up the challenge he knew he had to do something. He turned off the microphone on the bar and put it in his pocket. He started walking towards her ahead of the Romeo trying to win a bet. He took out his phone and called a number.
"Ethan I'm standing down no clear visual. Can you keep watch on foot and report back tomorrow?" Then he cut off the call without listening to the response.
Jake squeezed in on her right side leaned in and spoke into her ear. "You wanna to buy me a drink?"
Olivia turned towards the voice. She blinked rapidly while trying to process what he said. Unfortunately, her eyes were filled with unshed tears and they rolled down her cheeks. Her lips quivered slightly and he feels something move within him. He wanted to protect her, make her smile again. Olivia knew exactly what she wanted to say but her mouth was not cooperating with her brain.
"Shouldn't I have a mushy brain not mouth when I'm drunk" she thought.
She looked up at him again, cocking her head to one side as she contemplated her answers. It only exposed her neck to him and her glistening red lips are just so inviting. All she would have liked to say was "Why would I" or even "No" but those words didn't come out.
As Romeo from the group approaches, Jake leans in kisses her. Now her head decides to turn mushy and everything feels like a bed of cotton wool. He tastes like beer which she normally hates but his lips are just wow! Jake just intended to give her a quick peck but her lips were parted and he saw her eyes close and so he continued kissing her. Then he sucked on her soft plump bottom lip until her soft moan stopped him.
"Babe when did you get here" he said a little loudly.
Olivia's eyes opened and she was even more confused except she wanted more kisses from him. Maybe because she was already horny or the drinks but she wanted more. He gave her a quick peck and watch Romeo turn around and return to his friends who were laughing and hollering at him. Jake signalled the bartender to pay the bill and helped Olivia off the barstool.
By the time they got outside and the fresh air hit, she got some of her composure back.
"Do I know you"
"I'm Jake. Where are you off to?"
That's when she started crying.
"He didn't show up".
Everything was mainly incoherent but he understood there was an asshole who may or may not be married to Abby or Alexia who she can't call because something is wrong ….. or right. Either way too much drama than what Jake was used to. He wasn't sure what his next move was but he wasn't going to leave her alone on the streets. He pulls her flush against him to free his hands to search her bag. Olivia links her fingers behind his neck. He can feel her nipples through his shirt and groans out loud. He gets her wallet and finds driving licence.
"Olivia" he whispers, trying out her name out. On hearing her name, she hugs him closer and plants wet kisses on his neck. He grunts in sweet agony and makes a decision to take her home, best for her to wake up in her own place. He called a cab and gave them the address on the licence. After helping her into the cab, she turns to him rests her cheek on his chest and hugs him closer. For a second Jake doesn't know what to do, then holds her closer. He can't remember the last time he held another woman this close. She was so petite he could carry her for a whole marathon. And in that moment, breathing her scent in, he could picture lazy Sunday mornings in front of the telly with Olivia curved around him. He felt his member stir at that thought. No hug had ever felt better to him and no kiss more sensual than what Olivia was giving him.
"Hmmmm, I haven't had sex in 2 months" Olivia announces. Jake looks down at her stunned, he can see from the corner of his eyes the cab driver looking back, eyes wide open through the mirror. Olivia on the hand was being soothed by his heart beat. His chest was hard and she wanted to touch it. She drew her hand to his chest and started roaming. She dropped her hand to his waist and she started tugging his shirt out of his trousers so she could feel his skin. Luckily for him, the car pulled up outside her apartment. He paid the fare and the driver winked at him. It took them long to get to her apartment because she kept touching and feeling him all the way. Jake knew he wouldn't take advantage of her but she was making life so difficult. His dick was already hard and he needed her roaming hands to cease and desist. He lifted her up fireman style with his hands just under her butt. He found her door and just about managed to get it open when she started play smacking his ass.
Olivia was aware she was at her home and a strange man was with her but she wasn't scared.
She already knew his name, McKnight. She laughed out while Jake laid her to the sofa. She tried to get pull his shirt out of his trousers.
"Hmmm, McKniiiiight. Come here" pulling him onto her. That's the name she'd coined for him. Her knight in shining armour. He braced his arms on either side of her so he doesn't fully land on her. After a few seconds, she starts crying again.
"I need Abby and Alexia" after she quietens down.
"I can call them for you, let me get your phone"
But she wouldn't let go of his neck. "I can't" she whispers "they hate me"
"Talk to me then, I'm a good listener" he tries to untangle himself but she wouldn't let go.
Olivia is feeling very nauseous and trying to stay as still as possible unluckily Jake wants to see her face lifts himself back up taking her with him. This movement increase the feeling and she pushes Jake off her to rush to the bathroom. Olivia is so embarrassed as he stood there all through it gently massaging her back. Afterwards, wiped her face and gave her a glass of water while she sat on the toilet.
"I'm going to start the shower; towel is by the sink. Call me if you need anything" with that he left.
She got up and stared at her reflection in the mirror. A harsh chuckle escaped her lips. "What a difference a day makes. From Beyoncé a few hours ago to bride of chucky", she laughed this time thinking "maybe not Beyoncé, definitely Ciara with a bomb ass!".
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Olivia stood in the doorway of the living room, watching Jake who was waiting for the coffee maker to finish percolating. His shirt was out of his pants and loose around his physique but there was no denying he was a fit man. His hair looked mussed and a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth. She wondered what she could do to make him smile at her. He probably was sick of her anyway. Who wants to hang around a drunk who was crying over her married lover? "Enough staring" she thought.
"Didn't you know a watched pot never boils" smiling as she approached the kitchen.
I turn around at the sound of the voice and can't help but gawk at her. She looks so much younger without makeup and her hair has retreated into curls bouncing off her shoulders as she moves. He thought of another saying, the road to hell is paved with good intentions. All thoughts of just helping her settle down after whatever had happened to her were fading fast and now I just want to taste her neck, her lips and her breasts. Unfortunately, Olivia clearing her throat alerts him to the fact that he'd been staring at her body and she can see what he's thinking. He feels his cheeks redden, "shit I don't blush".
"Coffee is ready. Milk, sugar?"
He sees her going to the fridge and adds "I've got the milk out"
"I use honey instead of sugar" and gets the honey out.
His chest tightened as she turns to him with the honey.
"I'll take that, you take a sit on the sofa and I'll bring it over" he needs some distance from her. He starts pouring the coffee out and gets the grilled cheese sandwich out too.
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Olivia sat in the far corner of the sofa, her back to him wondering if she has taken leave of her sense to let a strange man in her house. Would a serial killer cook for you before killing you? It's possible if you follow Criminal Minds. There are sick people out there. Maybe she should call Abby that would let him know people are aware he's in the house. So stupid, how's that supposed to stop me from getting killed. But she looks back at him and knows somehow she is not in danger. She picks up her hone nonetheless and sees all the missed calls and texts mainly from Fitz.
"Sorry I forgot about the play"
"I'm getting the jet straight to you"
"I'll make it up to you"
"Anything you want I'll do it please stop being upset with me"
"Pick up the phone"
"Pick up the phone"
"PICK UP THE PHONE OLIVIA"
"I'm sorry"
Abby's text simply said "I love you always"
And Alexia had sent one saying "I trust you"
And that's when she started silently sobbing.
Jake knew he should have turned the phone off instead of putting it on silent but he didn't think he had the right. He set the coffee mug and plate of grilled cheese sandwiches in front of her on the table and took her hand in his. It was small but fitted perfectly into his.
"Look at me" and when she wouldn't, he touches her chin and gently lifts it up. The tears and pain etched on her face would be the death of him because he'd rather be tortured by the mercenaries of blood diamond region than see Olivia in pain. And they don't torture, they kill in the slowest possible way, that you beg for death.
"You don't know me. I may be a worst guy in the world or I might be the best"
Or a serial killer" she adds with a small laugh.
"Or a serial killer" he repeats. "But whoever I am Olivia, I am here with you and I am a great listener. Talk to me. Whatever I am, you don't have to see me again, talk to me and I'll listen and I'll be your friend tonight. For tonight, I'll be your priest, your counsellor, your punching bag whatever you need".
"Ok? Can you do that? Can you talk to me, I promise to just listen and no judgement? Because whatever happened to you, whoever happened to you already happened, it's done" looking deep into her eyes. "And no serial killing, scout's honour" raising his left hand. I knew I shouldn't look into her eyes but I can't look away. Those brown orbs seem to draw me in to a sea of smooth warm honey. And when a smile starts on her lips, he felt like he'd won the lottery in coaxing from her.
"I'm lost and I'm willing to be lost in Olivia, with Olivia" he thought.
"McKnight, that's the wrong hand. You weren't in the scouts, were you?" His lopsided grin betrays him.
"I'm a navy man. Will that do?"
"Don't be kind to me. I'm a horrible person"
Doesn't matter today. No judging. Even if you are the serial killer, there will be no judging!
Olivia closed her eyes and let his words wash over her and take root. And when it did, the gates opened. She told him of the date that never happened. Of his gorgeous blue eyes and how he made her feel like she was the only woman in the world for him. Fitz could look at her and she knew that without her he couldn't breath and without her in his life he was half the man he was meant to be. That she a junior sales account executive had the CEO of the company wrapped around her finger. But he wasn't really hers. He was a married man who he loved her, needed her. And she had accepted this destiny because it was fate that brought her and Fitz together.
Flashback
The office was buzzing. Not only had the east coast office beat the west coast in bringing in the biggest contract in GMA's – Grant Advertising and Marketing – history, it was done by three of the newest recruits. Harrison, Quinn and Olivia had been offered a permanent position after interning while still in college. Their mentor, Sally Langston, had given them free rein and set them a target to bring in a big fish within 3 months, at least $3 million or she will start micro managing them. Olivia convinced them to focus on a seemingly obscure and small film company who had a by-line in the New York Times as gaining the rights to a teenage vampire fiction book. They had made a pitch ensuring they included the chairman's daughter which earned them a foot in the door. The artistic work of Stephen in the marketing team topped off an interactive proposal for the account.
By the time, Olivia and Quinn got up to present their account management process, he was ready to sign based on them being the key point of contact for the account. It was worth 0.75% of the film's turnover. The news came through that the film had grossed $800m worldwide. And there were 2 more films to be released. Sally was walking on air but the best part was she gave credit to the little team. So today the CEO of GMA was coming from California to meet the group that brought in $6m and a calculated $30m over the next 2 years. Olivia was so excited. This is the cusp of her dream and she might be reaching it at the young age of 25. Meeting the CEO means she can sell her idea for GMA to expand into crisis management for celebrities and she definitely planned to give her proposition to Fitzgerald Grant III.
I was in my office alone while everyone was in the conference room. I needed to gather my thoughts before the meeting. Glancing at the clock on her laptop. 5 more minutes, she gets up and brushes off unseen lint from her pencil skirt. She puts her jacket over her white shirt, picks up her folder and walks out to the conference room. As she passes the elevators, she considers putting her hair in a ponytail. Sometimes it's hard to been taken seriously if you look to young and pulling her hair off her face might make her look much older. Her quick U turn lands her into the solid chest of her CEO. His hands reaches to her waist to steady her and it was like a shot of electricity run through her body. When their eyes met she was so sure time stopped. His hand started moving upwards and she could have sworn that she could hear herself panting. The voice of Harrison calling her name broke the spell and she continued to the room. Everything passed like a blur, she didn't hear the speeches by Sally and Fitzgerald congratulating them. Harrison grabbed her hand and dragged her forward for the handshake. He smiled at her and she must have said something but she wasn't sure what. When he turned up in her office later on that day, she wasn't surprised. And when she turned up at the hotel address in the text the next night, he wasn't surprised.
They didn't make love that night instead they talked and she knew everything about him. He told of his parents, Alice and Big Gerry who have been married for 45 years who have retired and left the family business to him. Big Gerry butts in regularly but never questions his decisions in front of anyone. His father's biggest flaw was that he had been endlessly unfaithful to his mother until old age and illness stopped him and now he spends his time cruising around the Caribbean with his wife. She heard of his college life with a young Fitz living it up in Harvard until his girlfriend got pregnant. They got married, there was no other options. With both their parents help, they finished their studies and he joined his father's corporation to work his way to the top. His three children Fitzgerald IV, Karen and the surprise delivery called Teddy only 5 years old were the joy of his life. His wife Melissa, a high powered lawyer who had married too young but couldn't contemplate separating as their lives as it was so intertwined with children and their social position.
And she told him of her aloof and powerful senator father who appeared to hate her and kept her at arms' length. She stopped going home for the holidays 5 years ago and he never asked her over. Her holidays were always with her friend, Abby if her older sister wasn't around. He gave her a lump sum every 3 months which she stopped touching 3 years ago. Her mother left when she was 12 and never looked back. She recounted all the times she needed a mother's voice and advice none could be heard. She wondered if Maya was actually her stepmother who fled from her cold father because a mother could not really abandon their child, could they? She sometimes dreamt that her real mother died a tragic death and no one was able to tell her.
That night, he whispered into her ear, how he wished he had waited for her to come along instead of taking the easy option. Afterwards they slept soundly till the next morning when she woke her up to the best wakeup call ever.
Fitz's tongue was slowing and thoroughly licking her outer lips. And when his tongue licked along her slit, a soft moan escaped her. She looked down to see his curly head buried between her thighs and as he sucked on her bundle of nerves she closed her eyes and submitted to the feelings. He lapped up all her wetness and when the sensations got too much she try to wriggle away but he held her thighs in place. He fucked her with his tongue, nibbling, sucking and flicking till it all came to a crescendo cascading into his ready and waiting mouth. And when it was over, he took her till she was literally legless. This is what he described as his superpowers. Abby told her she'd been dickmatized!
Present
At this point Jake had to laugh. He'd like to meet Abby but he knew he won't be around that long.
"You said no judging!" she jokingly reprimanded him. His heart warmed to see her smiling more widely.
He raised his hands up in surrender. "I was thinking about your word, dickmatize is not one I've seen in scrabble. That would hit a triple letter score, don't you think? Might not pass a challenge though."
They both laughed.
By now, Olivia's feet were now resting on his laps and he was absentmindedly massaging them. "Anyway, back to my love life".
Fitz usually comes to the east coast office twice a year but his second visit was 8 weeks later and his third 4 weeks later. Since then he came every three weeks and although he wanted her to come to California she never could. She didn't want to end up completely dependent on him. She never gave him the proposal for a celebrity management arm of the business. It was on his third visit that he gave her his grandmother's ring. It was a very old, rare ring. The name of it meant "sweet baby." He was supposed to give it to his wife, but it never felt right.
"I was supposed to give it to you," he said, leaving me in a pool of my own tears.
Olivia didn't want a ring from Fitz. He assured her that she didn't have to love him but as long as she wore that ring, he knew they would be OK. She put it on her bracelet as a charm.
That was nearly 18 months ago. She has argued with Abby who warned her she was getting in over her head and her sister who told her it would all end in pain. Going to them would be like returning with her tail between her legs. He cancelled the last trip because his daughter was leaving for a gap year in Asia. And now he had to attend his son's school play. It just seems I am at the bottom of his list. But that's the life of a mistress I guess.
Olivia waited for Jake to say something but he was comfortable in the silence. She turned unto her side on the sofa and fell asleep shortly after. Jake had had lovers along the way but no one had brought out his protective instincts as much as the lady beside him. And he didn't know how to help her but he vowed to be there for her for the short time that he could. He lifted her feet from his lap and got up. Then he carried her to her bed and settling her in under the covers. She didn't stir at all and he was pleased that she was sleeping soundly. He rummaged round the place till he found some linen and a pillow and set up on the sofa where he fell asleep too.
Saturday
Jake opened his eyes just gone 9am and lay still trying to get his bearing. Looking around Olivia's house, it seemed like a blank canvas waiting for someone to make their mark on it. Just like my condo. I am the original rolling stone, gathering no moss. Even Huck the most anti-social of men, was married with kids. I never even got close, never lived with someone. I always thought I was too much of a loner to tolerate someone in the same house with me. Olivia is chipping away at that defence. While I normally go into work every day of the week, I didn't really need to. For the first time in probably 2 years, I'm not going in to work this weekend. I'm choosing to stay with Olivia if she would have me. Still need a change of clothes and debated whether to wait for Olivia to wake or leave a note. Writing a note won out. Ow! The sofa was comfortable for the most part; but I can feel the rest of the part. I got ready, wrote a note saying I'll be back by 11am and hoped she had no plans for the day.
At 10:30, I was knocking at her door with a small duffel bag.
Inside Olivia hoped it wasn't Abby, she couldn't face that yet. She was so happy to see Jake, she wrapped her arms around him.
"That's a nice welcome. I wasn't sure if I was overstepping the mark by staying."
"I thought you left"
"I left you a note" the sound of a door opening further down the hallway made them realise they were still standing in the doorway. Olivia let him go reluctantly.
"Come in McKnight"
He wouldn't admit it but he liked his nickname. "I left a note on your dresser".
"The dresser is not the first place I got to in the morning" I left to get the note and he watched smooth bare legs disappear into her shorts. This might be a long morning if they don't get out into public.
I come back with the note and I'm excited to know where we are going but he is not budging. I would like to make him breakfast as he's been so good to me but I have nothing of substance in the fridge. So I decide to treat him to breakfast at a diner, which he agrees to. Taking my cue from his style, I opt for a red floral dress with a 3-inch open toe heels. I add some lotion to my hair for some extra bounce as there was no time to straighten it again. I can see he is very appreciative of the way the dress fit around my bust and waist. I'm not looking for something new but it feels good when someone you like, likes you too. Shit, am I back in high school?"
"One more thing. Where is your phone?" I find it and hand it over. It's still on silent and the messages and voicemail have piled up. He turns it off and leaves it on the coffee table. He gets his phone and repeats the same action and they leave.
We get to the local diner and he orders a long list of items I'm not sure how he stays fit. I enjoy the conversation as we talk about nothing and everything, politics, he's a democrat and I'm apolitical. He's well-travelled and I haven't left these shores. Clubbing, he doesn't go at all and I can't stop going. And the silence when it comes is not deafening, I don't feel a need to fill it. He sometimes grabs a hold of my hand and then he looks at every line and crease in my palm as if committing it to memory. The worst is when he places his hands on my thighs. He does this absentminded slow rubbing or massage that concentrates the heat to my centre and a pool of liquid starts forming. I am definitely horny and I don't want to jump my good Samaritan's bones. I ask for the bill so we can get moving.
Once we get out, he hails for a cab to Broadway. We spend the afternoon watching the matinee of the book of Mormon where we both laugh ourselves silly. It was what I needed and afterwards he was taking me grocery shopping. He had to accept that I would pay for the grocery before I agreed to go. Even though I pointed out it was a waste of time as I don't cook he still insisted on going. And now I am the proud owner of cereals. That's the only thing that impressed me in the 6 bags of shopping we brought back home.
"Put on the apron you are my sous chef"
I can do that, limited touching with that. I'm good with that. So I get on my apron but I forget how small my kitchen is. He seems to have different reasons to touch me, He hug me closer so we can look into the pan together or hold my hands from behind to demonstrate a technique. McKnight was too tactile for me. Thank God the creamy chicken and vegetable soup was finished. He warmed some baguette to go with the soup and we sat in front of the tv. I ordered the latest Jason Bourne but I swear he wouldn't stop critiquing everything. From the way he held a gun to the rules of engagement they used.
"McKnight, are you double 0 7"
He shakes his head.
"Secret FBI agent" he shakes his head again smiling slightly. "KGB, CIA any other spy organisation" all gets a shake.
"Then can we watch the stupid film. Does it matter if he holds it upright or sideways? We only need to understand the intent, which is to shoot! Ok with that?"
"Yes but it's still not authentic"
"Thank you I'll take that under advisement, Edgar Hoover"
They both burst out laughing and it feels good for both of them for different reasons. Apart from the fact they are happy to be with each other.
When the film finishes, Jake says there's one last trip that night and he asks me to wear the same dress she wore this afternoon. I can't but I have a wraparound dress that accentuates my best features. I can see his breath hitch as I come into the room. We are lightly flirting but I can sense his melancholy but it is fun in this moment.
We leave and walk for a while hand in hand. I could get used to this. He makes me guess the backstory to some of the people we see. At first all my guesses are mundane like teachers, lawyers and doctors but he has such a great imagination I start to rise to the challenge. And the middle aged couple arguing at the side of the road become mountaineers and the careless husband has lost a tool just before expedition tomorrow. And I have never laughed so much with a man. After a half hour walk, my shoes start to complain so we got a cab the rest of the way. And we arrived at the Empire State Building. I didn't even know it was open this late. Even though I'd lived in New York all my adult life I've never been here.
"McKnight" he turns and look down at me
I look straight into his green eyes, cup both sides of his face and pull him down to me. I am not uncertain and shy when I kiss him. I lay claim to his mouth and if he was shocked I didn't know it because our tongues intertwined and every part of my body seemed to respond to the primal call. My nipples hardened, I could feel the goose bumps on my arms and there was definitely gushing into my underwear. His hands were on my ass, pulling me closer and I could feel his hardness against my belly. I pulled back from him, totally flushed and unsatisfied. I needed to know something.
"Are you married?"
"No"
"Girlfriend or fiancé?"
"No"
"Boyfriend?"
He cocks his head as if to say 'seriously'
"I got to ask"
"No"
I grab a hold of his hand and we walk into the building. The lift is mainly filled with couples and he pulls me closer to him. And I don't hesitate, I go for the cuddle. I know he's not staying. I don't know how I know he's leaving but I'm not overthinking it.
At the observation centre, I can't believe this is the city I've lived in for years. It's beautiful and I don't really recognise it. He pulls me back against him and hugs me closer as we both look around.
He whispers in my ear, "believe me when I say I am a hypocrite but it doesn't make it less true. A wise person once told me perspective is all that matters. And I wanted to show you that you are Olivia Pope the bravest girl I've ever had the opportunity to meet. You are more than an account manager, more than a friend and sister, more than an estranged daughter and more than a mistress. Don't let anyone of those make you less in the rest of your life. See the bigger picture. Hold onto that. Does that make sense?"
It does. There's a lump in my throat and I can't answer so I give him a peck on the cheek. He looks at me and he says
"Olivia Pope, you are loved as you are. Never. Forget. That. You. Are. Loved"
I nod at him and turn around to watch the view, resting my back on him again. And stay like that till he says 'let's go'.
We enter the apartment and I am happy for him to use the bathroom first. He has a quick shower and changes into a t-shirt and boxers. I get off the sofa and go towards the bathroom when he returns to the room but I change my mind half way there and head back. He looks up when he sees me. I can see his eyes begging me not to do this. I'm not listening. I untie my dress and let it fall off my shoulders in a heap on the floor. I'm standing there in a balconette bra with matching thongs.
"Olivia, I'm leaving tomorrow" he pleads with me again.
"I know"
"I can't take advantage of you"
"I am taking advantage of you"
"Jacob. McKnight, please come with me"
And she leads him to her bedroom.
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