For anybody that didn't know I updated ch.2 like two weeks ago so you can check it out.
"Yeah!" Mellie screamed into the shadowed room with green and blue rotating lasers.
"Mellie!" Nora tried to warn her.
"What!?" Mellie yelled downing back yet another shot.
"Woo-Hoo!" Kensli screamed with Mellie.
Nora and Emily just looked at each other.
"Mel." Emily looked concerned.
"What?" Mellie stepped down from the platform she was dancing on and Kensli followed suit.
"You've been dating this guy, it seems like forever!" Emily stated as Nora nodded her head.
Mellie tilted her head sideways, she was so confused. "So."
"Well, remember Derek?" Nora butted in.
"Yeah." Mellie finished with a sigh, rolled her eyes, and began sipping her beverage, trying to suck up all the last drops, she wanted to get drunk. Yet her adult friends were just being bummers, bringing up the past.
"You constantly talked about him! Especially his D game!" Kensli smiled remembering the intimate details.
"Look ladies, I know you haven't seen him much, all of us are working and have lives and everything," Mellie put on a happy face. "But he's great! You guy's will love him. I love him."
The 'loves' were off and Mellie's face faltered saying that disgusting word, but what else could she say.
"You better call him, cause we're gonna be out late tonight!" Kensli screamed.
Mellie shook her head in disagreement, "No, we don't have that kind of relationship."
"What!?" All three girls screeched in unison.
Mellie looked at them unfazed.
"What do you mean you don't have that kind of relationship?" Emily gaged.
"What I mean is that we don't check in on each other… like right now I know he is working late. In his office." Mellie sipped her empty cup waiting for the end of this conversation so she could consume more alcohol.
The girls stared at her amazed.
"And he doesn't even care? You could be sticking your tongue down a fine ass man right now and he would never know?" Nora was still in shock.
Mellie shrugged. "We just trust each other… I guess."
"Crap." Nora exclaimed reading the time.
"What?" Mellie asked because Nora didn't look ok.
"We're out a little late. Darnell is drinking with the guys and I should probably call the babysitter." Nora stared at her phone.
Mellie tried not to roll her eyes.
Seems like nowadays all her friends talked about were, kids, kids, kids.
It was really getting on her nerves.
She didn't particularly have a mother instinct or yearning for a child, which is why her friends new conversation topics were killing her.
"Ok, this is girl's night, not kid night!" Mellie yelled taking Nora's phone and shutting it off.
"Darnell will be back earlier, your kids are fine. Alright let's dance, bitches!" Mellie yelled throwing her hands up, standing back on the platform. The other three followed her and all other problems slowly drifted, deafening in the vibrating music.
X
Fitz was sitting on his sofa reading over work documents when he heard giggling outside of the front door.
A few seconds later the door was unlocked and her friends chauffeured Mellie inside.
"Hi, ladies." Fitz grinned looking up from his spreadsheets.
"Hi." Emily and Nora said in unison. They were holding Mellie up as her drunk giggles filled the golden room.
Sitting Mellie down on the sofa next to Fitz they mouth-whispered hushed apologies and left, shutting the door quietly.
Fitz closed his laptop and set it on the glass coffee table giving his soon to be wife his undivided attention.
"I guess someone had a fun time." Fitz looked at her his head tilted with a wide grin.
Mellie nodded her head while moaning a deep, "Mhhhmmmm"
She stood up.
Her 6 inch heels still on and began to strip.
"Mel." Fitz looked at her with wide eyes.
"Come on Fitz. It'll be fun!" Her drunken laugh bounced off the huge glass window when she turned around and began to unhook her bra. "Fitz." Mellie bit her lip and started touching herself.
She sauntered over to him and jumped on his lap. Her thin covered crotch slammed against his as her tight, black dress clung onto her every limb. With her bra off and only clad in underwear she straddled him. Grabbing him by the face she kissed him deeply. When she pulled away laughed loudly.
Fitz nervously chuckled with her not ready for the next part.
She began giggling and started for his pants.
Fitz has never seen this confident Mellie.
It would be a turn on if it was in the bedroom.
"Mellie." Fitz warned.
Mellie continued her advances and started on her neck.
"Someone could see us, someone across the way." Fitz was internally panicking.
Mellie giggled at his words. She looked back and yelled, "Hey!" She screamed waving to the 'people' that were "watching them",
"Look at my ass!" And giggled at her exclamation.
"Babe. No, stop." Fitz kept going. "That window is a 9-foot floor-to-ceiling glass window."
Mellie stopped her movements and Fitz finished.
"Someone could see us."
Mellie wanted some. She wanted her sexual experiences to be spontaneous and fun like college and she was determined to not give up tonight.
Possibly being seen fucking in her living room turned her on to the point she was dripping.
Mellie started unbuttoning his shirt and grinding her pussy on him.
She felt him get a little hard and started grinding harder.
"Honey, this is too exposing." Fitz shook his head.
"Hmmmmm." Mellie growled while kissing Fitz hard on the lips, seeking entry but was interrupted.
"We should move this to the bedroom."
Mellie huffed loudly and got off of him.
"Fitz, who cares if the whole world sees my ass!? Huh?"
Waiting for Fitz to answer he started stuttering but was cut off.
"We're adults! Engaging in adult activities! Let them watch! You care so fucking much!"
And with a loud groan she picked up her scattered clothing and stomped off in a huff.
Fitz sat there dumbfounded.
His eyes popped out of his head, this was the second time with a week someone has shown their true colors towards him and it was a true eye opener.
Olivia said the same thing, maybe he does need to unwind.
X
Olivia woke up confused.
Waking up in her car for a split second, but quickly remembered she was homeless.
She was in the middle of a deep dream.
Long arms wrapped around her body and baritone whispers that were so deep in her ears she couldn't understand.
Olivia turned the car on.
She was hot, her baby hairs were slightly frayed as her breathing regulated.
She rolled down the window and finally caught her breath.
She was turned on by a man she didn't even know. Well, she felt like she knew him just couldn't see him.
Glancing at the car clock, "Shit!" She knew there was a reason that her conscious nudged her awake.
Her shift at Grant Co. started in about 40 minutes.
Starting her car she stept on the gas, making it to a local gas station in under 10 minutes.
She parked her toyota camry on the gritty pebbles and rushed into the vacant bathroom.
Thrusting open the bag she dug till the bottom to her toothbrush and toothpaste.
She only had a few squeezes of toothpaste left, but it would have to last her till her next paycheck.
The creaking faucet rusted with orange tinted water.
And she brushed her teeth, she hated smelly breath, so she always made sure to get the sticky saliva that tries to stay at the roof of her mouth, and the insides of her cheeks, as well as her whole tongue.
She then took out a bar of soap from a plastic bag.
She got one of the fancy bars from the Grant company.
Since she was a janitor she did have access to an endless amount of cleaning products.
Striping herself she splashed a generous amount of water under her arms and scrubbed.
She took out wipes and cleaned her intimate areas gently.
Following her routine she washed her face with the bar of soap and dried herself off, pulling out her stained uniform.
Before changing she applied two swipes of deodorant on under each arm and put on her last pair of clean undies.
She would have to wash her clothes at the company they have two washers and driers.
She just really couldn't afford the laundry mat.
Her curls hung down low, slightly frizzy from sleep, so she assembled them in a messy bun. Splashing some water on her hair and trying desperately to slick back the one Alfalfa curl that demanded attention.
It fell in a perfect spiral onto her buttery brown forehead.
She gave up, it's need to be noticed overpowered her care to correctly fix her hair.
At last, her routine was completed, in a bug filled bathroom, with urine in the left corner.
But she was grateful. At least she could get ready in a bathroom even if it wasn't her own.
X
"Fitz, I'm ready to leave." Titus huffed.
"It's only four, we work 9-5." Fitz rolled his eyes at his brother's antics.
"Fitz are you going to drive me, or would you rather just give me the keys?" Titus seemed to be very aggravated and Fitz didn't know why.
"The reports?"
"Finished." Titus threw a stapled stack onto his desk.
"Take a cab." Fitz was still looking down at his work.
Titus was pissed.
He could handle taking a cab, but his brother always ignoring him! His brother always putting work before him, always living his little perfect life with his little perfect fiance.
The time was coming and it was soon.
"Fitz." The moment was interrupted by Darnell rushing into the room.
"Yes." Fitz could see the panic on Darnells face.
"I just got a call from Hollis Doyle. He said he was called today by Titus." Darnell didn't hesitate to hiss the 'Titus' he disliked him with a passion.
Fitz and Darnell both turned their heads towards Titus.
Titus kept a smug grin.
"Ladies." He started in a faux tone.
"Titus." Fitz warned. "What did you say?"
"Well, if you really want to know. I did my research and… let's just say he's why the stocks have gone down." Titus' grin widened and Darnell could tell he wanted a pat on the back.
Fitz actually already knew why the stocks were down, figured it out two nights ago and reported it to his right hand man.
They were just waiting until the end of the week to finalize a strategy.
Fitz looked at him, urging him to continue.
"Well, Doyle Energy is financially struggling and as we all know him and dad have been long-term rivals. So, he's been coaxing our oldest customers, and offering them unbelievable deals." Titus stood up taller trying his best to sound smart, "So, I took the liberty to call him."
"You cussed him out!" Darnell couldn't take it, that entitled little shit didn't tell the whole story.
"Listen, this is my- dad's company," He would never call it Fitz's. "Dad would've wanted us to fight, to call the man out on his shit."
How ironic.
Fitz disagreed and immediately directed his attention to Darnell.
"Call him back, set up a board meeting tomorrow at 12 sharp."
Darnell nodded at Fitz and scrunched his nose at Titus.
Darnell left.
"Fitz, are you serious?"
Fitz looked up completely confused.
"I'm your brother! I'm blood, flesh, we are related! I found all of that information by myself! I did everything, and you still chose Darnell?"
"Titus, I already know all of the information you have presented, and more. We were waiting until the end of the week to close in on Doyle because, frankly the stocks are going back up. Doyle needs us and we wanted the statistics on our side. But, you sped up the process and completely ruined our plan, so yes, I asked Darnell to call Hollis in."
Fitz never went off on people, and it seemed kind of harsh, but his brother was constantly nagging, trying to prove his superiority or something.
Titus just growled and charged out of Fitz's office.
X
Olivia was officially done with her exhausting day.
At the diner she wiped the remaining food off the last counter and brushed it into her hand.
Rubbing her hands together, discarding the cake crumbs, her back was turned away from the door.
She heard the bells clink.
"Sorry, we're clos-"
She faced toward the door and saw Fitz. She lit up for a light second, then replaced her smile with her famous poker face.
"Mr. we're closed. Don't you see the sign on the door?"
"Oh, sorry. I usually come here, wednesday nights and- sorry." He turned around, pushing the door open.
The bells clanked from the force.
"No-" Olivia caught him. "I just started working some nights, so it's my fault. Come in."
"No, you work too much you should go home." Fitz continued to exit.
"Fitz." When he turned around she gave him a knowing look and patted the white counter.
He gave a small sigh.
Sitting up on the shiny silver chair with the ketchup red, worn seats he shyly asked for a black coffee with a slice of their homemade cherry pie.
"Hmm, cherry." Olivia hummed as she plated his dessert.
"What?" Fitz couldn't comprehend her soft mumbles.
"Hmm?" Olivia turned around with a long index finger in her mouth as she sucked off a bit of the cherry filling.
Fitz just sat there.
She swirled a generous amount of whipped cream on the slice of pie and handed him the white plate, along with his dark coffee.
Fitz began to dig in and Olivia leaned on the counter. "On my Ipod, what's you're favorite song so far?"
Fitz finished chewing his pie and slowly swallowed. Olivia saw his Adam's apple bob up and down.
Ok, how can eating food turn somebody on? But in this moment it did. She just needed to focus, he was rich and successful, he has someone she was sure of it.
"To be honest I have been playing How do you want it by Tu-pack."
Olivia chuckled at his unfamiliarity with pop culture and corrected, "Tupac, Tupac Shakur."
"Yeah, him."
"Wow, least expecting you gettin' down to that song." Olivia shook her head and tried to hide her growing smile.
Fitz chuckled as he ate his cherry pie.
Suddenly a loud booming noise rolled through the chicago streets and danced into the almost closed diner.
Olivia lifted herself from the counter and observed as rolling thunder passed by.
She watched in appreciation, her eyes lit up and Fitz too stood behind her.
"Fat Boy Harley, S model, classic blackout." Olivia grinned.
"You ride!?" Fitz was so shocked.
"No, used to fix cars with my dad and he loved motorcycles, my last boyfriend worked at the shop and specialized in bikes." Olivia was still looking into the street. Red brake lights, glimmering in her brown eyes. Riding made her feel free and she just wanted to feel that again.
The words,'My last boyfriend' played repeatedly in Fitz's head. Was she single. Not thinking that in the sense of getting with her, but what about the 'so called' boyfriend she was waiting on last week?
She had a lot of items in her car, a lot of jobs, seems to be out of school. It just doesn't make sense.
Right behind her he breathed out and saw his breath blow her baby hairs at the nape of her neck and took a step back.
He loves Mellie, he can't be attracted by another female, that was below him, that was his brother, that was, is a sin.
"What side of the city you live on?" Fitz wanted to know about her. She was mysterious and never in his life has he been given a puzzle he couldn't complete.
Gathering herself quickly and moving back to behind the counter she answers, "South side." Shortly, no specifics, but nonetheless it wasn't false, where she parked her car was on the south side, close to work.
"Where?"
Olivia was starting to realize Fitz was noisy as hell and she didn't like it.
"Eatcha cake Anna Mae, and stop asking questions." Olivia shut him up.
After a couple of seconds Fitz felt the need to ask more questions.
"So, how's your car?" Fitz fished, seeing what he could and couldn't poke.
"Good." Olivia answered with her eyes unmoving as though she were having a daydream, but his words drew her unfocused lenses out of her cloudy state and she darted her eyes towards him.
"Did your boyfriend fix it?"
"Yep."
Fitz knew she was lying, he just knew. Something really was going on and he was gonna find out.
Looking at his Champagne Movado watch he sighed lightly.
"Alright, I gotta head." Fitz took out his wallet and flipped through his cash.
"Wait." Olivia stopped him dead in his tracks, in the process of going through his money.
"No offense, actually take this to offense if you want, but you seem like a fit man." Olivia paused at her statement and blushed, but proceeded.
"And, well you don't seem to have a sweet tooth. You seem methodical, precise, organized. Not a regular man who just eats at Johnny's Diner every wednesday." Olivia ended. A twitch in her lips suggested she too was puzzled by another. In this case it was Fitz.
There was a silence, dead silence and Olivia at first searched his eyes for a reply, but he just stood there.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to judge you like that-"
"Liv"
Olivia's ears perked up at the nickname.
"Don't apologize. Well, truth is I don't even really like pie, but my Grammy used to take me here every wednesday, they called her Kitty, my brother would stay with Grampy.
Anyways we came until I went off to college, and on Christmas' and spring breaks I would come back, and on Wednesday's we would still swing by."
His eyes saddened and Olivia saw his upper lip twitch and the veins in his neck tighten.
"After she passed. After she left, I carried on the tradition, I work late every night, but wednesday, wednesday is for me and Kitty." Fitz finished and looked down at his wallet.
"Um…" Olivia's throat was tight. She felt for him. She didn't have anything else to say but,
"Your total will be, $4-"
"$.53" Fitz cut her off and handed her a 100 dollar bill.
Olivia looked at him dumbfounded. Did he seriously not have any change?
"Keep the change."
Olivia looked up, the crisp bill in her hand as the cash register popped open and flew into her stomach.
"Ouch!" Olivia always moves just in time, but she was Fitz's presence must've really taken her off guard.
"Are you ok?" Fitz held out his hand as if that would help.
Olivia just kept her right hand on her stomach and chuckled, "Yep, I'm fine." A sly smile grew on her pink and brown lips.
"Are you gonna leave or keep asking questions?" Olivia wasn't annoyed anymore. He was just a pushover and she liked messing with him.
"Uh…" Fitz stuttered.
Olivia grabbed his empty dish and brown stained mug and rinsed them out in the kitchen.
By the time she came back with her coat and seemingly bullet holed backpack he was still there.
Waiting for her.
Olivia was VERY confused.
Why the hell was he still here?
She put up the closed sign and gave him a polite curtsy when she was under his strong arm that held the door open as he followed suit.
Locking up he stayed like a gentleman.
Olivia was even more confused when she heard his following footsteps.
She turned around quickly and Fitz's movements faltered as his whole body jerked back.
"Ok, I've tried, really, I've tried to understand your curiosity but you're starting to piss me off!"
Olivia parked right outside of the diner and at this point she was leaning against her car, arms across her chest, defensive, ready to fight.
Fitz looked into her car and saw the trash bags that still occupied her back seat.
Olivia caught his gaze and moved in front of the back seat window.
Her defense only fired his curiosity.
"My car is right there." He pointed right.
And there it was, his car parked right next to hers.
"Have a good night Olivia." Fitz proceeded to his vehicle and shot a smart grin toward Olivia before revving his custom engine and smoothly backing out of the parking spot.
"Smartass." Olivia shook her head and laughed. "He's cute." Olivia said out loud and immediately shut those emotions off.
She drove to the parking lot and shut her car off.
Making herself completely comfortable before she drifted off to a fuzzy, thin blanketed, claustrophobic sleep. Little did she know someone had followed her.
X
Fitz followed Olivia. He shut his headlights off and saw her get situated in her car. After 20 minutes her stature was still.
She was asleep.
He knew something was up. And just like everything else he has achieved he knows it needs persistence to obtain the desired outcome.
But then a thought ran through his mind.
'Why are you here?'
"Mellie!"
He needed to get home, to the love of his life, his fiance, the future mother of their children.
X
Fitz drove safely to his penthouse.
His head high and shoulders straight.
He opened his front door and entered swiftly.
Mellie wasn't in the living room so she must've already gone to bed.
To his surprise she was still up.
Reading in their california king.
"Hello, Mellie." Fitz walked over to her and gave her a gentle kiss on the head.
Then he proceeded to talk about the things he usually does.
Mellie lip synced along, his whole being is foreseeable it bores her.
He talked to himself as he finished his nightly routine.
He walked in tightening the rest of his belonging up when Mellie saw it.
A strand of long blonde hair.
In their bed.
What the fuck!
"Fitz." Mellie scoffed and slowly extracted the blonde hair out of the freshly puffed pillow.
"Hair?" Fitz looked at Mellie's expression and movements.
"It's blonde." Mellie stated as she examined the hair more thoroughly.
"Let me see."
Fitz walked over to Mellie and took the long strand of hair.
Holding it up to the light he came up with a conclusion, "It's brown."
"It's blonde. I know blonde women, I know blonde hair. It's blonde."
Fitz heard the stiffness in her octaves.
He choked slightly before asking, "Honey, you don't think I?" He scoffed, looking back and forth between the hair and Mellie.
"Are you accusing me of cheating?" Fitz vocal chords felt strained.
"Pffft!" Mellie's sound effects and her waving at Fitz with a grin on her face trying not to laugh.
"No. Of course not."
Mellie thought about Fitz cheating right there on that bed and couldn't help but stifle a laugh.
Never would his stuck up ass do such a thing.
"No, I was gonna say, tomorrow I'm telling Rosa to be more careful with the dry cleaning next time, another person's DNA on your sheets is not pleasing. Especially when you are paying for it."
X
It was in the middle of the night. But it couldn't get off of his mind.
"Mel."
She wasn't a heavy sleeper.
"What?" Her voice wasn't in annoyance. It was soft. As she smacked her lips together, licking them, not ready to talk in her current state.
"How are you so sure?" Fitz's intense gaze shifted from the ceiling to Mellie. Her eyes were closed.
He saw her face scrunch up and knew he needed to clarify.
"How are you so sure that I am not cheating?" Fitz made sure to keep his eyes on her face. Her lids fluttered open softly and she looked at him. She reached out, stroked his arm, as if what she were about to say were hurtful and she needed to comfort him.
"Babe," she sighed lightly. "You do the same thing."
Fitz's face seemed ten folds of confusion as the creases on his forehead multiplied.
She carried on, undeferred. "You eat the same thing everyday, you wear the same thing everyday, you go to work at the same time everyday, when we make love, you do it the same way, every single time."
A small huff escaped her lips before she offered the smallest apologetic smile.
"Are you saying I'm boring?" Fitz kept a steady tone but was slightly offended from hearing her observations.
"No." She shook her head softly and rubbed that same arm, shielding him from the truth.
"I'm saying that your predictable," She opened her mouth to go on, but decided less was better in this situation. She rolled over and returned to her peaceful sleep. Fitz shifted back his gaze fixed on the ceiling.
X
The next morning at the office Laura Fitz's secretary came in.
"Sir, Olivia Pope here for you."
As the words left her mouth Titus walked in.
"Who's Olivia?" he asked commandingly as he walked the rest of the way to Fitz's desk with broad shoulders, hands in his pockets.
Fitz looked at him with a straight face. "She the superintendent during the night at Grant Co."
Titus tried to stifle a laugh while rolling his eyes, "In other words, she's the fucking janitor."
"Watch your mouth Titus." Fitz stood firmly as he heard leather boots foomp against the gray carpet.
Olivia looked exhausted, bags under her eyes as she stood there with a 'It's my day off what the fuck do you want!' expression.
Fitz looked at Titus and gestured with his head for him to leave but in protest he stayed.
Olivia was done with the awkward silence, "What?"
"Um… there's something I wanna show you."
Titus looked Olivia over he had to admit she was fine but he felt like he knew her from somewhere.
Fitz gestured to the door with his strong arm and guided her to the elevator.
X
"Where are we going?" Olivia was getting agitated every passing minute.
"Olivia I wanna help you." Fitz tried to look in her eyes but she kept her focus on the buttons of the elevator.
Olivia shook her head. Fitz wanted to shake her and ask her why she was so stubborn. Her attitude was waving off of her like a rotting stench and he was starting to stink.
"Olivia! What?" Fitz couldn't understand.
Tears started to well up in her eyes. Sniffles came and her breathing became irregular.
The bell rang and they walked into the car garage.
By the time they entered his car her breathing had calmed down slightly.
"Livvie."
That snapped her out of her daze. Whipping her head around their eyes connected. He was a good guy but he could hurt her.
"I can help you."
Her lips started quivering and tears finally broke free.
Her sobs filled the big piece of metal and he quickly comforted.
Through broken sobs she managed, "Everyone who says that always leaves."
Fitz rubbed her back soothingly with an open palm, flat against her brown skin. His hand found itself under her shirt.
"No, no no." He removed his hand and placed it under her chin, "I'm not those people. I am not going to hurt you."
When Olivia didn't reply he kept a firm grip on her chin while nodding his head.
"Say, Fitz will not hurt me."
Olivia couldn't be serious for one second and burst into a hysterical fit of laughter.
"Fitz will not hurt me." she said in between giggles.
"Glad to see that pretty smile back." Fitz released her chin and she looked down at her lap shyly.
This time she didn't have a comeback.
Fitz put the keys in the ignition and revved the engine making his presence in the parking lot known.
X
Pointing around in the spacious apartment. "There's a full bath right there, half bath over there, a master bedroom, a small kitchen-"
Olivia cut off, "You want me to clean it?" Looking up at him with her brown eyes she reeked of innocence and hard work.
"No, I… I want you to live in it."
"What?" Olivia was beyond confused her face scrunched up in confusion and that word came out as a slight gasp, little drops of salty water formed in her eyes, some called them tears.
"Liv…" He took a deep breath for what was to follow. "I know this may seem completely and utterly inappropriate, but the other night I followed you."
He was interrupted by a small gasp, exhaling out of her ajar lips.
He continued, "I followed you because I just knew there was something wrong. Someone told me that I always do the same thing, I am predictable, so I am here to prove them wrong, I am here to help any and everyone, not just turn a blind eye like I may have before, and to listen."
Slightly out of breath Fitz looked at Olivia. His eyes pleaded her to say something.
Instead she ran to him, although they were only steps apart. Tears and all and gave him the tightest hug he's ever received.
"Thank you so much! I promise I'll work twice as hard and pay you back once my feet hit the ground." Olivia didn't have time to feel embarrassed of him knowing she was homeless, it was Fitz, she felt comfortable in him knowing so now she didn't have to hide.
"Shh…" Fitz hugged her back and broke apart after a moment.
"Now these are the corporations apartments no one's in here for most of the year, so you can stay as long as you need."
"Thanks Fitz." She looked up at him and wiped her tear stained eyes with her shirt sleeve.
"Please don't thank me, it's what people are supposed to do."
Fitz smiled at her and she smiled back.
"Go get some rest Olivia, I have to head back to work."
Olivia gave a small nod and when he shut the door she screamed.
"Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! She twirled around and ran to the master bedroom. There she threw off her shoes and started jumping on the bed.
After she tired out her curls, sweaty began to stick to her forehead.
Collapsing on the bed and moving her arms and legs on the silk bedspread as if she were making a snow angel she slowed her movements, taking a deep breath.
"Thank you God." She whispered looking at the ceiling. "This means so much." She didn't want to cry again, but her life hasn't been kind for some time and then Fitz just gives her hope, completed this random act of kindness which she'll never forget.
She needed to repay him somehow, but first a proper shower.
X
When Fitz got home he saw Mellie on the sofa working on some documents, no doubt about the realtor business she worked for.
"Hey babe." Mellie glanced up and back down.
Fitz didn't answer he only took long strides.
Once he reached her he took her by the waist she carried her to the window.
"Fitz! What are you-"
Fitz used his tongue to draw hard circles on her neck before biting down.
He leaned her up on the cool glass and ripped off her shirt.
Letting her down for only seconds, peeling her pants off before hoisting her back up again.
He entered slowly and took her right against the glass, when she got used to his length he commanded her in every way while pounding her, hard.
X
The next morning as Mellie was in her morning routine she whispered to herself.
"This shirt is too tight." She was applying her foundation.
When she didn't hear a response her face changed into confusion but she moved on.
With a slight sigh she proceeded, "Rosa forgot to shine my cufflinks." A bit of a southern drawl escaped her when she said 'shine' along with her head roll.
She didn't hear him say anything. For all of the years she's known him he's done the same exact things and him not completing their morning routine startled her.
She looked over at him and he was walking through the bathroom door, into the room.
With dark jeans and a black v-neck his curls resembled that of superman's, one hanging off his forehead, screaming to be brushed back.
"Hun, where are you going?"
"Work, I started a casual friday."
"Oh," Mellie was baffled but just left it.
Fitz was spritzing his cologne when Mellie spoke up again.
"You know last night was… you made love to me like..." Off in a daze her body started to heat up for the 50th time that morning.
"I made love to you like… what?" Fitz broke her out of her daze.
"Like you were making love to someone else." Her face sagged and a slight frown appeared.
Fitz just offered a small grin, "Well, if I did that, then that would be unpredictable."
Mellie looked at him like she had a metallic taste in her mouth.
"Right?"
Mellie didn't nod and he walked away.
X
Deciding to skip breakfast he turned on Olivia's Ipod and started his favorite song from her playlist so far.
Once he pressed play the beat of the drums had his head nodding and his body moving.
'How do you want it?
How do you feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game
I'm livin' in the fast lane, I'm for real
How do you want it?
How do you feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game
I'm livin' in the fast lane, I'm for real'
Mellie walked in the kitchen observing his odd behavior with a spectacle eye.
Fitz caught eyes with her and stopped his footwork.
Grabbing his messenger bag, he put his head through the sling.
Walking over to her smoothly, hands in his pants, long strides.
He kissed her on the lips.
Mellie kissed back and he left nodding his head to the tune still playing on his speakers.
'Love the way you activate your hips and push your ass out
Got a nigga wantin' it so bad I'm 'bout to pass out
Wanna dig you, and I can't even lie about it
Baby just alleviate your clothes, time to fly up out it
Catch you at a club, oh shit you got me fiendin'
X
The elevator doors separated and Olivia sauntered out.
Titus was flirting with one of the assistant's who was sitting in a cubicle, but when the elevator dinged he immediately spun his head around.
He never could mind his P's and Q's.
He looked at her, "Ugh, why is Fitz banging her? He could get a supermodel with the Grant money."
"Hmm?" The assistant couldn't quite make out what he was mumbling.
"Nothing sweetie I'll be back." He gave her the Grant smile and walked into Fitz's office.
"That girls back."
"Olivia?" Fitz stood up ready to see her but Titus stopped him.
"Any woman, you could have, a real woman, not a girl."
Fitz gave Titus his most questioning expression.
"You could have better as a mistress, more, a model for fucksake!"
The two were interrupted by a small knock on the door.
"She is not my mistress!" Fitz whisper-screamed.
Fitz walked the short distance to the door, opening it with a huge smile once he saw her appearance.
Her curls look hydrated, and her face was refreshed, no bags under her eyes.
She smiled up at him and walked in.
Not even paying attention to Titus she asked, "You free for lunch?"
"Wait a minute?" Titus paused dramatically.
Both Olivia and Fitz looked to see what caused his sudden outburst.
"Your that bitch!"
Olivia gasped and remembered he was they rude man who insulted her a few weeks ago.
"Titus!" Fitz yelled.
"You think you're all that and a bag of fucking lays because you have money!?" Olivia shouted over Fitz.
"Bitch you're an illiterate swine get the fuck out of here and you don't have tits."
Another loud gasp escaped her plump lips and she charged towards him only to hit Fitz's back face first.
"Get the fuck out!" Fitz seethed with anger and gripped his brother by the collar.
Fitz has never retaliated or fought back, EVER. Even when he's said inappropriate comments about Mellie. Why would he defend a janitor? A fucking cleaner, the help.
But that could be answered later. Right now he was almost shitting his pants.
Fitz shook his body dangling his smaller stature above the ground and growled. His growl was deep and predatory. Warning him to back off.
Olivia just stood there, frozen watching the whole exchange.
She didn't know why but Fitz standing up for her lit something inside her, maybe a forest fire of some sort but it started in her stomach and was currently heating up her whole body.
Fitz let Titus down and he scurried off swinging the white door open at lightning speed.
As a child he never was whipped, it shows more than ever, he needed to be put in his place.
Fitz turned to look at Olivia.
His eyes reading hers and moving to see every movement of her doe eyes. He started, "Look," And with a big sigh stepped back.
Olivia stayed still.
Opening her mouth wide just to close it.
"I'm sorry." Fitz just had to apologize.
"It's fine." Olivia kind of seemed unfazed to Fitz.
"No, it's not he's my brother, and… I'm sorry, he will never apologize, so I will. Olivia Pope, I sincerely apologize for my brother's disgusting behavior." He gave her a small bow.
Laughter lifted the dark tension in the room. Olivia could look past things that were false. His brother stated false claims about her as a whole. Since she knows they weren't true she couldn't really be mad. She needed to pray for him, he needed help.
"Was there something you needed to ask me?" Fitz cocked his head searching her eyes for the answer.
"Yeah, are you free for lunch?"
"Matter a fact I think I'm gonna take off the rest of the day." Fitz walked over to his chair and retrieved his leather jacket and swung it over his shoulder, soothly.
"What a rebel." Olivia smiled leading the way.
"Indeed, indeed." Fitz agreed.
X
Outside of the building Fitz was blindly walking while his large hands covered his baby blues.
"Ok, open!" He could hear the joy in her voice.
Uncovering his eyes he saw a vintage fat boy harley with what looked like to be, "Gold and black quartz?"
"Yep." Olivia nodded moving her soft hand on the top of the badlander seat.
"Vintage style, but I re-worked the engine and customized key features and also added LED lights, they change colors." Olivia nodded at her work and smiled when she saw Fitz's smile.
"Here." She gave him the keys and hopped on the back end of the seat while sliding the helmet on.
Fitz wasted no time in putting his helmet on and starting this bad boy up.
"You named her?" Fitz looked back while revving the bike.
"I have and it's a him. Alejandro."
Fitz's hands flew off of the spark advance and he laughed. He laughed for three minutes straight.
Olivia's arms were across her chest, looking at the back of his vibrating head in annoyance.
"Fitz!" She hit him on the back. When he turned around the expression on her face made him laugh even harder.
Olivia started getting off the bike.
"Wait… wait… I'm sorry ok, get back on the bike." In between laughs.
"Mhm seems like you're always sorry, what name would you have given to this bike?"
"Dark, smooth, the engine is feisty, and she's loud. I'd say she's an Olivia." Fitz grinned wide.
"Fuck you." She got on the bike and put her helmet back on.
" You know no one talks to me like you do." Fitz realized.
"No one talks to me like you either." Olivia thought.
Fitz revved the engine one more time and started flying down the streets of Chicago.
X
At the restaurant.
"Damn, I didn't know you could ride like that." Olivia shook her head.
Fitz chuckled, "Still, you are the only person who talks to me like that." He shook his head and proceeded to gently glide his steak knife through his medium rare.
"Wow, that's sad. No one's ever told you the truth." Olivia shook her head, oozing of sarcasm.
"Yes they have! They do, just nicer."
"Look, I wanted to say thank you, thanks for everything." Olivia steadied her breathing. "I owe you." Fitz shook his head but she kept going.
"Not just lunch, but my story." She braced herself for her first confession. "When I was 17 I became pregnant. My boyfriend, Jake at the time was immature and cheating on me with other girls." She paused, Fitz's face was unreadable.
"My parents, they kicked me out. See, I always went to these purity balls with my father. He believed if he gave me male attention and respect, always being by my side, I wouldn't g outside the home looking for male attention. A family of core christian values… my aunt, Sally she was adopted but she held the truths of the bible. The great book and her and her husband, Daniel, we called him Danny, they influenced my parents before I was born. Once I became pregnant my father, Eli, well he was disappointed." Olivia was tearing up. She'd never shared this story with anyone else.
"His one and only daughter, whom pledged her purity over to him, participated in premarital sex." Olivia shook her head and wiped her tears, slightly smudging her mascara.
Fitz reached over and put his hand on top of hers and stroked it gently in a calming pattern.
"So, when they kicked me out I couch surfed and my senior year I lived with my best friend, Abby and finished high school." Olivia nodded, she wanted to be done with this conversation.
Hesitantly Fitz asked, "And the baby?"
"I miscarried."
The silence after that. Fitz's dry lips slowly separated and he inhaled at a snail's pace. He loved children and Olivia explaining all that happened to her just for the child to have passed broke his heart.
He removed the napkin from his lap and set his utensils down, the metal banged against the pates as he stood and wrapped his arms around Olivia.
It felt so good, and so warm she just melted into his embrace. Like cotton candy on a flesh-colored tongue.
"Fitz." It came out as a sob.
He looked her in the eyes.
"Thank you. " A small sigh "Truly."
" I got you."' Whispering he nodded and hugged her again.
X
Olivia's and Fitz's hair were slightly matted, and flat from the helmets and even more so from there second ride.
In the restaurant Fitz refused to let her pay, but when he went to the bathroom she left the cash and met him outside of the restroom with a smug look on her face.
But now they were outside of Fitz's condo. It was about 6 o'clock at night and the LED lights were on display.
"Ok, get inside Mr.-" A puzzled look was seemingly slammed onto Olivia's face.
"Wait… what's your last name?"
"Grant." Fitz took pride in his lineage.
"Oh." Olivia looked past him so he could leave then it hit her. "Wait! Grant? Like Grant Incorporated!?"
"That's me." Fitz grinned at her reaction.
"Holy shit! I always heard stories about an old evil italian guy who was in the mafia before and he got really mad all the time. Once he almost killed one of his employes over wrongly stacked paper."
Fitz laughed so hard. Seemed like when Olivia talked sometimes she really didn't think before she said anything. He's never laughed so much.
Everyone he's around always thinks before they talk, this was a breath of fresh air.
"Ok, … go." Olivia motioned him to leave.
Fitz nodded and walked with swagger to his building. He could take a cab tomorrow and get his car then.
Olivia noticed Fitz took the helmet with him, she left it alone. Now it was time for her to put the bike back to the garage. Even though she custom made it. It was technically owned by the garage. She worked there with her ex boyfriend and since when she was younger her dad taught her a lot about mechanics for his daily, 'daddy and pumpkin time'. The owner of the shop loved her and agreed to let her take it out for the day, she hasn't payed it off fully, but she was working on it.
X
The next day.
"Where were you yesterday?" Darnell walked into Fitz's office. They attended college together and have been best friends ever since.
"Oh, aahhh, sorry I left my phone in the office." Fitz avoided the question and lifted his phone up for Darnell to see.
"Ok." Darnell shook his head. "Anyway, look at this."
Darnell handed him the manilla folder.
"Are you serious?" Fitz couldn't hold back his excitement.
"As you know during the meeting your brother cursed them out, but they're literally drowning in debt, they need us.
"That's great! Let me call my mother." Fitz picked up the phone but Darnell stopped him.
"Fitz I think you should wait until the deal is signed."
"Then champagne, at the office?"
"You got it boss."
They both shared a friendly smile and went back to work.
X
Fitz tapped on the glass flute with a sparkling, silver knife.
"Firstly, I've got to say Fitzgerald Grant II is smiling down us in heaven right now. We have given our biggest competitors, The Doyle family great difficulty over the years and now they have forfeited and signed with us."
Fitz grinned from ear to ear.
"And my mother, Lesa Grant is very proud of this historic moment."
Fitz held his hand out to her and everyone shifted their attention, she gave a polite nod.
"Alright, we still have 5 hours of work left, so don't drink too much."
The crowd laughed and within seconds went back to talking.
The elevator doors opened and Titus saw Olivia.
Walking stealthily over to her she groaned when she saw him.
"Ya'll having a party?"
"Yeah." Titus smiled.
"Well, I wanted to talk to Fitz but I'll come back later."
The elevator doors were shutting but he stuck his arm out.
"No, no, no come in." Titus grabbed her arm while she shook her head.
"Hey, Fitz look who I found."
An evil smirk spread across his thin lips as he put her in the spotlight.
Olivia was very embarrassed. She shouldn't have come.
She was slightly being dragged by Titus in this moment toward Fitz and the small group that surrounded him.
All the other employes were talking amongst themselves.
"Hi, I didn't know there was a party… I'm just gonna… go." Olivia nodded and turned to leave.
"Olivia." He stopped her and she cursed under her breath.
"Don't leave."
She turned around to see him with the brightest smile she's ever seen on him.
She stood there as Fitz stared at her.
Mellie cleared her throat and brought Fitz out of his trance.
"Olivia, this is my fiance, Mellie."
"Hi, nice to meet you, might I also say you're stunning."
Olivia awkwardly stood there and forced herself to reply with furious head nodding, "Thank you. You are very beautiful as well."
They smiled politely at one another. Mellie then went on to introduce her friends.
In the meantime Lesa Grant and Adeline Tovar were speaking softly to each other.
Titus was standing right next to them.
"Who is she?" saw her leather jacket and untamed curls and wasn't impressed.
"I have never seen her before." Adeline shook her head disapprovingly.
Titus sipped his wine smirking and when he swallowed he cleared his face, " of course you've never seen seen her, she's the janitor."
"The help?" Lesa Grant couldn't hide her disgust.
Titus hummed in agreement.
"Why is she here? Who invited her?"
"Your favorite son matter of fact."
Lesa Grant couldn't believe her ears. Her beloved son minging with a janitor?
She observed them. Mellie was taking and everyone was laughing, but they just stared at each other, devious smirks covered their faces.
Lesa Grant sauntered over to her son and stood next to Olivia obviously wanting to be recognized.
"Olivia, this is my mother, mom, Olivia."
Olivia looked at and smiled politely while shaking her hand combine with a curtsy. Being around rich, fancy people was making her nervous, she doesn't know what kind of manners they expect.
"Hi." Olivia's smile altered when observed her with a critical eye.
"Gorgeous, you are gorgeous." Mrs. Grant smiled.
She said it in a small voice.
"What?" Olivia didn't quite catch that.
"How long have you known my son?" Lesa interrogated.
"Uhhh… just a little while." Olivia was becoming more uncomfortable with 's intense gaze.
Fitz looked at them his mom has always been protective. He sipped his flute slowly.
"Well, you know my son has a love for projects."
Olivia didn't know where this was going.
"He takes them on, fixes them up."
Fitz nodded at his job description.
"He purchases small businesses, fixes them up, makes them great, and just like that."
snapped for dramatic effect.
Mellie rolled her eyes.
"He sells them, never picks them back up."
At this point Mellie, Fitz, and Olivia knew what she was referring to.
Subtly but not really telling Olivia to get the fuck back.
Titus walked over, "Did you suck all of the life out of her like you do everyone else, huh?" He whispered in his mother's ear while caressing her shoulders.
"Titus you reek of alcohol, go home." His mother protested trying to move his hands off of her shoulders.
"No,no,no that's no fun the only time they pay attention to me is when I drink."
"Ok, I think this is enough." Fitz said and walked over to his brother taking his hands off of their mother and directing him to the elevator.
"No!" Titus retaliated pushing his brother's hands off.
"The good brother." He mocked. "Does everything he's told, you know what mom?"
He whipped his body around and looked directly at his mother.
"I did the deal! I called Hollis, went to his house and made it happen!"
"Ok." Lesa looked around. Everyone was staring while Titus kept going about how he made the deal.
"Ok." She said more forcefully.
"We know you did." Fitz wanted to calm his drunk brother down. "No one's saying you didn't we know it was you."
"I don't need your pity! Dad wanted me to run this company! Me! I can run it, just leave! I could run the whole company!" Titus screamed.
"Yes, you can right into the ground!" spat.
"You bitch!" Titus screamed in her face.
slapped him across the face.
The smack sound caused everyone to gasp.
Before Titus could slap her back Fitz grabbed him by the suit collar and yanked him back.
"Get off of me!" Titus screamed.
Fitz let him go and within seconds Titus sprinted to Fitz's office.
Olivia had seen enough and pressed the elevator button by the time she stepped in Titus and Fitz were heading her way.
"Give me the keys Titus!"
Once inside of the elevator Titus slammed Fitz against the metal wall.
and Mellie went inside the elevator screaming.
"Stop it!"
Fitz got off the wall and slammed him with full force against the wall parallel.
Titus punched him and he slammed him into the wall again.
The elevator door closed and the screams for Mellie and proceeded.
Olivia just looked at them fighting.
Titus punched Fitz in the stomach and that was the last straw for Fitz. He slammed him a third time against the wall and through him on the elevator floor, ending the fight with his fist smashing into Titus' face.
Titus struggled against the floor the keys were before his face, he reached for them but Fitz snatched them first.
Fitz stood next to Olivia against the wall.
The pain from his hand jolted throughout his body.
He shook it and hissed.
Olivia took his hand in hers and look at him cringing, "You ok?"
Mellie's and eyebrows flew sky high when they saw this interaction.
Titus was loud, gasping for air. He started crying. His brother just had to win at everything.
Fitz caught the faces of the two women before him and removed his hand.
Titus slammed the elevator buttons. "Get me out!"
He cried, "This is ironic." He gasped. "We're all stuck here, just like Fitz is stuck in a career he doesn't even want."
He looked at Fitz's solemn face and began to laugh hysterically.
X
"We're all stuck here, just like Fitz is stuck in a career he doesn't even want."
Those words have been evading his head for three straight days, he can't sleep he racks brain needing to understand what he must do in order to be 'happy' something he has only really experienced with… her.
Olivia opened her door wondering who could possibly be knocking at this hour.
Olivia saw him and tilted her head towards inside.
"Come in." She said softly.
His head hung low a little and possessed her to inquire, "Are you ok?"
He didn't answer just kept walking.
He stopped and looked at her.
He towered over her and looked into her eyes as he descended.
He kissed her softly on her plump lips before she shook her head and pushed him off.
"Don't do that!" Olivia couldn't hide the emotion in her voice. She took long breaths to keep her breathing steady.
She wanted him, but she could never have him and that hurt like a bitch.
"Do you even know what you want? Huh am I just another one of your projects? Fix me up and when your bored you just throw me away? Hell no, everyone wants what you have but look at you! Look, you are not happy. Go, leave and find what makes you happy, not just another short project. Why do you live in misery? Why don't you think you deserve happiness?"
A lone tear streamed down Fitz's face. He sniffled before saying, "That's why I'm here."
Connecting his eyes with Olivia he continued, "I'm here."
Olivia shook her head in disbelief.
"You're not attracted to me. Look at me." She stretched out her v-neck shirt and it flug back to her chest. "I don't think I was ever attracted to you either, we're just going through something right now, that's all." She finished and wiped her face with her flesh-tinted palms.
"I understand, you're not attracted to me. Everyone tells me what to feel, but y-" He stopped and started again. "You know what… it's fine."
Fitz went for the door and left.
Olivia followed him but didn't say anything, she wanted to, but her mouth seemed sewed shut, so she just closed the door behind her.
X
He shut his door and collapsed on the sofa.
A moment later Mellie came in and startled him.
"Did you have sex with her?"
Fitz looked away and answered after a while of silence, "No."
"Fitz I don't think we're ready to get married." Mellie sighed, relieved to tell the truth.
"I know." He said with much hesitation. "I love you so much."
"I love you too." Mellie sighed and walked over to Fitz cuddling into him.
"Love's not enough is it?" Fitz sighed.
"No, it's not."
Fitz nodded his head. "Why didn't you tell me?"
Mellie looked at him, her eyebrows tilted. "Why didn't you say anything?"
They both knew they were wrong.
"Our families, our friends, acquaintances they all told us how good we looked. The power couple! They call us. And those things get into your head, you're always told something, you start to believe it."
She looked down and shook her head.
"From childhood I was always told that I'd find a good guy, he'd take care of me and we'd raise children in a wonderful house. But along the way I learned I liked taking care of myself, I don't like kids, I don't want them, and houses are big, too big."
Fitz looked into her eyes, "You're the only one I've wanted to live the fantasy with."
"I know." Mellie looked down and then back up to him.
She started sliding her ring off.
"No. Keep it, as a reminder of us, together." Fitz took her dainty hand and slid the ring back up her finger.
"I love you." He said before he kissed her on the lips. "Don't you ever forget that."
"I won't." Mellie looked up and they read each other's eyes, they knew what to do.
X
Pulling up to the crowded Grant mansion in Fitz's white cadillac the chauffeur opened their doors and they walked up the marble steps.
Entering in they immediately saw Lesa Grant descending the infinite staircase.
"Where have you two been?" Lesa put on a friendly smile but her tone was faux.
"Mom." Fitz protested.
"Nevermind, you're here now." Lesa was happy they were present.
"Mom we have to tell you something." Fitz interjected.
She shook her head side to side and continued, "Afterwards."
She summoned them with her urgent arms begging them to follow her.
Through the kitchen where the staff were preparing the banquet meal and then the sunroom, to the outside patio.
Fitz and Mellie shared a knowing look.
'Change of plans.'
Along the way Lesa provided many guests warm glances and a couple of queen waves.
When they got outside she saw the crowd and gestured to Fitz and Mellie saying loudly, "Everyone I present, the couple!"
Cheers from all around silenced the beethoven playing in the background and became a harmonious melody.
"Thank you everyone for coming." Fitz started with a melancholy tone. He looked at Mellie and she nodded. "But we aren't getting married, there isn't going to be a wedding."
Gasps everywhere felt like a harp's strings being hammered off one by one.
"What?" Lesa's smile was gone. "Fitzgerald. May we please have a moment."
"No. Mom I have lived for you and this company for years. Dad's dream, but what about mine? I'm leaving."
"Where?"
"Anywhere, traveling the world. Rolling thunder."
"Hmm, this motorcycle phase… again I thought I told you-"
"No, it's about me, living. Living my life, for the first time in my life." Fitz looked at Darnell who was standing a couple feet away.
"Darnell is going to run the company. I've talked to him, he knows everything about it. So-"
"Darnell?" Titus didn't care if he was being loud. Darnell running the company was preposterous.
"First dad gave it to you, then you screw me over?"
"Nobody screwed you over Titus. Everything you did, you did to yourself. Every good thing you get you break it, damage it until it dies. I can't help you anymore. I can't change you, so be yourself, but if you are you're not gonna be around me."
Titus growled and left the backyard in a huff. No doubt to drown his sorry ass in some liquor.
Mellie was so proud of Fitz standing up for himself for once.
She gave him a kiss on the cheek and patted his back.
Fitz kissed Lesa on on the cheek. She stared out into the distance. Her son had ruined all of her hard work.
He walked away smoothly. His shoulders high, he had just released a heavy weight.
X
Olivia looked at her reflection in the mirror before she sprayed the glass with cleaner and wiped with care.
"Hi."
She jumped. Startled at the sudden noise she turned her head and smiled at who she found.
"Hi."
Her smile was 100 watts then it fell when she remembered.
"I'm really sorry about the other night." Her right hand went up and grabbed at the lazy curls that napped her neck.
"It's fine."
"No, it's not."
Fitz took a deep breath.
"I'm not getting married… anymore."
Olivia's eyes glazed over with salty water hearing those words.
"I'm leaving tomorrow."
She didn't have a life. Fitz was the only normal in her routine and she craved him constantly. She couldn't handle him leaving.
"Where?" Her voice broke but she held her stellar poker face.
"Australia. Ship my bike over, one of my buds, Stephen rides over there, so… yeah."
Olivia's face lit up. "Wow!" He was going for it, living his dream. "Good for you." Her genuine smile made Fitz catch a gentle grin.
"You only live once, so you gotta do it right." Olivia fought the tears and laughed softly.
"You did that for me, made me live."
Olivia shook her head refusing to listen to his truths.
"Darnell. He's the new head of the company. He knows everything about your apartment and you can stay there as long as you need to."
"Thank you."
"I was hoping you wouldn't need to stay there too long though."
"Oh, I'm working at the cafe and nights here, I can get another-"
"No."
Olivia was puzzled.
He felt around in his leather jacket and pulled papers out.
"I got a ticket for you, if you wanna come. Tomorrow it leaves 12 sharp. My dream is for you to come with me."
"Leave?"
Fitz nodded.
"I can't. I can't just go."
Fitz understood her hesitancy.
He placed the ticket on the cleaning cart.
"Just think about it please."
Olivia gazed at his stormy greys. "I won't." Fell from her lips.
Fitz looked down in defeat.
"Thank you for the apartment, for everything."
"Until I see you again Olivia."
He couldn't say goodbye to her.
Silent tears trickled down her face as she saw him walk away.
X
Fitz has been waiting for her for about 25 minutes. He hasn't seen a glimpse of her figure. He sighed listening to the last boarding call. Heading to the entrance he was interrupted by a voice.
"Fitz."
Turning "Mother. You came to talk me out of it?"
Lesa Grant chuckled softly and hugged her son.
"No, I came to wish you luck, I hope God blesses you. I hope you find the right woman."
"Thanks Ma." He eased into the hug more and kissed her on the cheek.
"I love you, you're my baby."
"I know mom." He grinned and broke the hug.
"Be happy Fitz." Tears streamed down her face.
Fitz smiled. "Till I see you again." Fitz waved.
"Until I see you again." Lesa Grant whispered.
The flight attendant looked over his ticket and let him in. She shut the door behind him so he continued the path to the plane.
He put his carry on in a vacant spot.
"Not a private jet, but it'll do."
Fitz turned around to see Olivia smiling and was overwhelmed.
He took two strides to her and kissed her with everything he had.
Olivia moaned in his mouth and reciprocated the kiss clutching his chest.
When they broke apart their foreheads were touching as they steadied their breaths.
"Next time remind me to get private."
Fitz went back in kissing her.
He's never had sex on a plane before but with her he's had so many firsts.
"The plane will be taking off now, please remain seated and fasten your seatbelts." The pilot spoke with a deep voice.
"Off to the dream." Fitz offered a panty dropping grin. Olivia just giggled.
I didn't proof read the ending, so that's great. Sorry if it's bad.