I think about the years I spent just passin' through, I'd like to have the time I lost and give it back to you but you just smile and take my hand. You've been there, you understand it's all part of a grander plan that is coming true.

/

One month later

"Alright bestie, as nice as this has been, I have got to go! I told Stephen I would only be gone for two hours, and it has been.." She paused, to check the time on her cellphone, thinking not much time has went by. "Four friggin' hours!" She gasped. "Olivia Pope, you are going to get me into so much trouble!" Olivia's best friend in the whole world, Kyra, said with a tipsy laugh and put in a request for an Uber.

Both Kyra and Olivia knew that Stephen, her wonderful boyfriend, wasn't going to make a fuss about anything. It's why Kyra hadn't gotten her tipsy ass up and left hours ago. Stephen was the sweetest and most understanding guy, and they loved him for it.

"Mhm." Olivia grinned as she playfully rolled her eyes at her friend's dramatics and pushed away her medium size basket of french fries. She'd had enough of the salty snack for the night. "Speaking of 'trouble', have you had a conversation with Chris?"

"Ugh." Kyra groaned at the mention of her child's father. She took a hefty sip of her wine before sending Olivia a "you know better than to ask me that" look. Olivia knew that this was a touchy subject for her homegirl. Kyra's relationship with her ex-husband was not the best, but they did share a child together, Olivia's goddaughter, so she made it a point to always check in and see how things were going.

"Really, Ky? Why haven't you spoken to that man yet?"

"For what, Olivia? My daughter and I are fine. Stephen loves Kenya as much as he does Kassie, and we aren't trying to replace Chris with him, but I'm not gonna have my eight year old daughter chasing after him or constantly reaching out to him. He's her father, she should not be responsible for keeping their father-daughter relationship intact. That is his job, he has to be the mature one on this."

Olivia nodded, taking in the other woman's words. She certainly understood where Kyra was coming from.

"You're right, K. I just worry about Kenya because I know firsthand how it feels to grow up without a father and I never want my godchild to experience that. She was my baby before I had my own babies and her happiness means a lot to me. However, I trust you, and if you say she's okay then I have to take your word for it. As long as you three, Kenya, Kassie and you, are happy then so am I. You know this."

This was the exact reason Olivia was her best-friend and the godmother of her two daughters. She was the absolute best and had a heart of pure gold.

"Thank you, Liv. I swear I love you so much." Kyra smiled. "But enough about me and my baby daddy drama! Tell me again about the guy from the party! Fritz, right? Are you still having dreams about him giving 'it' to you? We both know Jacob isn't putting out, or at least I hope you aren't giving up it to that dog."

Olivia choked on her drink. She had not been expecting Fitz' name to come up tonight, but she should've known better. The night after Jacob's party, Olivia had dreamt of her and Fitz in bed. The way he made her feel was indescribable and truly like nothing she had ever experienced in real time. She woke up in a pant and her clit throbbing for attention. While Jacob laid asleep in their bed, she quietly padded into their bathroom, locked the door behind her, and pleasured herself with her fingers. With her eyes in the back of her head, she found her sweet release as Fitz' name quietly rolled off her tongue.

A week later, she was awaken by the same exact dream; Fitz on top her, doing ungodly things to her body all while she cried out his name. Begging him for more; for him to take her harder, to go deeper. The next morning she confided in Kyra, telling her how she couldn't get the man out of her head throughout the day and how he invaded her dreams in the night. Kyra, being her natural crazy self, demanded that she call him and get some dick, but of course Olivia refused to and made her promise to not speak of him again because she was going to try her best to not think of him. She needed to get him out of her head. For the most part, she had been doing well.

"Okay, Kyra! It's time for you to get home to my goddaughters and your man! Goodbye," she said after clearing her now scratchy throat.

"Fine. I know Fritz is a touchy subject for you."

"First of all, Kyra, the man name is Fitz. Not Fritz." Olivia snorted as she walked Kyra out of the bar and towards her waiting Uber. They both cackled loudly at her mispronunciation of his name then hugged goodbye, making promises to talk real soon. Olivia was grateful that her driver was another black woman. After making sure Kyra was buckled in and comfortable, she asked the driver to make sure that she got her friend home safely, then she returned inside the semi-packed establishment to enjoy the rest of her night.

With Jacob being out of town for another "business trip" and her babies away with their grandmother, Olivia wasn't ready to go to that big empty house just yet. Before it was their home, she always said that it was too much house for Jacob, her and their two children that were still baking, but Jacob purchased it anyway, and now he was rarely there. At one point he claimed that they would fill the large space with love, at least five children, and two dogs. It was all so silly to think about now- the life he had once promised her. Yes, they had the children and Olivia absolutely loved them, but what was missing was the love her husband had promised her. The big house, fancy clothes and cars, that was all very nice but she could go without it if it meant being loved the proper, honest way by her husband.

Her in-laws had really done a number on her husband. Raised him up to believe that life was only about the material things, that money is everything, and if you have a lot of it, you can treat people however you, despite how they may feel. Olivia sometimes felt sorry for him, she knew Jacob was just a product of his environment. However, she was not going to let her children believe any of that. She refused to raise snobby children that thought the world revolved around them and money was everything. As awful as it may sound, Olivia was grateful that her mother was the only living grandparent her children had.

Olivia shook her head, in a way to clear her mind of the obstacles in her life. As she sighed to herself, she figured it was time to close her tab and head on home. After taking her last sip, a voice from behind called out her name causing the fine hairs on the back of her neck to stand at attention. She inhaled deeply as the air around her shifted. Surprised, to hear that voice, was an understatement. It was the voice of the man she couldn't truly forget.

"Well, it sure is nice to see you again," he said.

Olivia couldn't help but smile at that baritone voice. She motioned with her hand for him to come sit with her. It was definitely the amount of wine she'd consumed giving her courage.

"I'm surprised your pants aren't down around your ankles with you hoisting up some female, but I guess it's nice to see you too. How've you been, Fitz?" She retorted with a sly smile as he claimed the barstool next to her.

How crazy is that Kyra was just asking about him and here he is, Olivia thought. She was glad her very drunk and bold friend was gone. There's no telling what Kyra might've said to him.

"I've been well." He chose to ignore her comment and instead ask her how she's been. Once flagging down the bartender, he asked for two shots and pulled out his card, telling the bartender to keep his tab open.

"Two, Fitz? Is everything ok?"

"I'm just trying to catch up with you, and one of them are for you." He smiled.

"Oh no. No, thank you. I'm more of a wine girl." For emphasis, she tapped her empty glass with her almond-shaped fingernail.

"Come on. Didn't you hear wine and tequila loved meeting up?"

"Yeah maybe back when I was in my early twenties and an irresponsible drinker. But I am now in my thirties and a lot more mature, so no, thank you, mister."

The two shared a laughed; Fitz telling her that she's missing out on a good time of having her face in a toilet bowl and a helluva hangover. Olivia shook her head, giggling and once again telling him that she would rather pass.

After a moment of comfortable silence, Fitz reached out and touched her hand that was resting on top of the bar, drawing her attention back to him.

With her eyes now focused on him, Fitz began, "Hey, I really want to apologize for that night. The things I said and did were completely out of line. I'm glad you put me in check, Olivia."

She smiled softly at his sincerity. She had forgiven him weeks ago, but she appreciated the apology. She was touched that he even thought to do it, she could see that he had been bothering him. "I accept your apology."

Fitz smiled back. He was happy that the situation was rectified and she'd forgiven him. They continued chatting while having their respective choice of drinks. For hours Olivia talked about her life, including her marriage, job, and other mundane things while Fitz happily soaked in all the information that he could. Then, it was on him to tell her about his life while Olivia gave her full attention.

As Fitz told her things about himself, Olivia learned that she had certainly put her foot in her mouth that night, too, because Fitz was very successful. However, he wasn't the type of guy that flashed his money or bragged about his wealth. That, she could admire.

During their conversation Fitz and Olivia realized they had a lot more in common than what they expected and declared themselves as friends. As their conversation continued to flow with ease, they shared laughs and told each other things that they normally wouldn't share with another soul, fortunately, they just felt comfortable in each other's presence. It was like they had been friends for years and not just minutes. They never had a moment where they sat awkwardly not knowing what to say or how to keep the conversation going, their chemistry was undeniable and they both realized that early on in their conversation.

"How old are your children?"

"They are five year olds but going on fifteen," Olivia answered with a chuckle. She pulled out her phone, happy to show off her adorable little ones. "Twins. Zion and Addison."

"Aw! Look at those mini Olivia's!" Fitz beamed.

"Well, I did do all the work when making them, it was only right that they come out looking like their mama," Olivia said in a joking way.

Once registering how that must've sound, Olivia covered her mouth in shock; mortified by her own words. Fitz raised his eyebrows and chuckled at her.

"Then I guess our baby will look like me?"

"Uh-huh," Olivia shook her head, biting back her smile. "Nope! Not answering that."

Fitz couldn't help but laugh at her coy behavior. She was adorable when blushing. "Well, your babies are beautiful. Just like their mother."

"Thank you." She mouthed, bringing one of the cold french fries to her lips. Fitz knew right away that she was only trying to hide her smile.

Deciding to return the conversation back to a safe place, Olivia cleared her throat and asked, "So, do you have any children, Fitz?"

Before he could respond, the bartender interrupted him and asked if they were good on drinks. Fitz tapped the screen on his iPhone for him and Olivia to see the time. It was midnight. He slightly grimaced then looked at Olivia.

"How much longer do you plan on staying?"

Sensing what he was really asking, Olivia turned her attention to the bartender. "I'll take one more glass," she answered politely. The smirk on Fitz' face did not go unnoticed by her.

"Wait! Why are you being so nosy!" Olivia laughed to ignore the question Fitz had just asked. Now that wasn't a topic she was comfortable having with him...at least not yet.

"I'm just curious! But fine, I promise I won't do anymore prying. Tonight, that is." He relented, lifting his hands in surrender. Olivia smiled. She liked the fact that he was hinting they would have more nights like this. She sure did hope so.

"So, Fitzgerald Thomas Grant the Third." Olivia had recently learned of his full name and once she knew how much he resented it, she couldn't help but tease him by calling him by it. "I know I said that you're forgiven for that night, but I do have one question. I recall you telling me at the party that you and Kim were just friends but after seeing what I did, I can't help but to wonder if it were true? Was it?"

Immediately, Fitz picked up the hesitation in her voice. Her eyes were low; probably mostly because wine was cruising through her veins but there was something else there? Hurt, maybe? Or just plain ole' curiosity? He wasn't exactly sure, but he knew he wanted to make things plain to her.

"Yes, it is true. That night I slipped up and I did something that I shouldn't have- something I wouldn't have if I had not been drinking so much. The following day I told Kimmy pretty much the exact same thing; that us sleeping together was a drunken mistake. I don't want to be with her in that way. Luckily for me, she understood and said that she only did it because she wanted to get back at her boyfriend that had cheated on her before."

Happiness. Relief. Olivia wasn't sure why she was feeling these emotions! Had she been unintentionally jealous by the fact that Fitz and Kim could've been more than just friends? Maybe a bit, but more than anything, she had been curious to know the truth. And now, she was relieved, and the smile on her face told Fitz that, too.

"Mhmm." She smirked. "I guess I believe you, mister. I'm glad to know the truth. And shame on Kim for using you!"

Fitz laughed. She was too much, but he had honestly had the same reaction when Kim told him why she had been so eager to sleep with him. He felt played but he knew he couldn't be upset. His mind had been on Olivia the entire time. He wasn't going to tell Kim nor Olivia that though. "Oh, look who's being nosy now," he said jokingly.

"Hey, I deserved to know the truth!"

"Oh, you deserved to know, huh?" Fitz teased.

"I absolutely did." She answered before sticking her tongue out at him.

Fitz couldn't help but smile at her. Her intelligence, playfulness, wittiness and beauty was everything he ever wanted in a woman.

She was perfect.

When Fitz slid his phone towards Olivia and told her his password, she looked up at him with confusion written on her face. "What?"

"I want you to put your number in my phone. They're gonna be closing soon and I want to do this again sometime."

"Fine." Olivia reluctantly grabbed his phone and tapped in his four digit code. When the device unlocked, she grinned and had half the mind to immediately go through his text messages and pictures. She wondered if he had any dick pics stored away in there, he definitely seemed like the type that would.

After entering her number, she pressed the call icon so she could have his number too. After her phone rang, she hung up and handed his phone back to him; storing his password away in her longterm memory.

Now on her own phone, Olivia began to tap her screen. While she did, she verbally said every letter she tapped on.

"F-I-T-Z-G-E-R-A-L-D!"

Fitz groaned, knowing exactly what she was doing.

"Do not put me in your contact list as that."

"Hmm. MY phone, MY choice!" She giggled, hitting save then locking the device with a satisfied grin on her face.

"Well, ok then," Fitz said, grabbing his phone.

"M-S-.-T-R-U-N-C-H-B-U-L-L," he spelled out, tapping away on his screen.

It only took a few seconds for Olivia to put the letters together. "Ms. Trunchbull! In Matilda?" She gasped, throwing one of her cold french fries at him. "How rude of you!"

Fitz turned red in the face from laughter. Her reaction far better than he expected. Once his laughter subsided, he sighed with satisfaction.

"Yes. You are mean, just like her."

Olivia rolled her eyes at him with a smile playing on her lips. "Oh, buck up, Fitzgerald," she said before snatching the phone from his hand.

When she unlocked the device, she heard him murmur "I already regret giving you my password". She chuckled but chose not to respond, having a more important task at hand. Now focusing on the unlocked screen, prepared to change her name in his contact list, her heart burst and it felt as though a thousand butterflies were flying around in her stomach.

Without changing a thing, she pressed the button on the right side of his phone, locking the device. With a loving smile on her face, she handed the device back to him and teasingly said, "Aww! You softie!"

*

The bar had been closed for over twenty minutes and instead of Fitz and Olivia going their separate ways, they stood on the sidewalk just outside the building, talking. Obviously neither one of them were ready to depart from the other just yet.

"Hey, can you drive," Fitz asked with genuine concern. He watched her sway from side to side in her high heels as she dug around for her car keys in her very large purse.

Olivia had not had this much fun with a guy her age in such a long time and naturally, she wasn't ready for the night to end. Instead of being upfront about it, she stalled. Instead of taking out her car keys and calling it a night, she pushed them around in her bag on purpose, as if she couldn't locate them.

"I don't think I should. Can you," she asked, looking up at him with a slight smirk.

The look in her eyes was flirtatious and inviting. Fitz knew right away what was happening and there was no way in hell he was going to pass up the opportunity to be in her presence for an extended amount of time.

"Yeah, I'm not drunk at all, and I certainly don't trust you to drive me nor yourself anywhere."

"Shut up."

Olivia giggled, looping her arm through his much muscular one and they headed to where their vehicles were parked.

Before leaving the parking garage, Fitz made sure that there was nothing visible from the outside of her vehicle that would make someone want to break into it, then he made plans to return her tomorrow to pick up the vehicle. After that was squared away, they headed to his car which was at least ten spaces down from hers. Olivia, still hanging onto him for support and of course, comfort.

The journey to his car was quiet but not at all awkward. Both Fitz and Olivia knew what was coming next, and they were both ready. Throughout their unexpected evening together, they had flirted shamelessly, tiptoeing around their chemistry and attractiveness toward each other, but now it was time- time to buck up.

*

Once Fitz reached his home, Olivia stared at the house in disbelief. His house was the very house she had expressed her love for to Jacob. It had been the perfect size for her, him and the growing twins inside of her belly at the time. The both front and back yard were gated, the inside was breathtakingly beautiful and spacious enough for the two dogs and the other three children that he claimed they would someday have. However, he hated the house. When she would ask why, he could never give a reason why he did, he just did. For weeks they went back and forth about the house they would live in, but in the end, Jacob won. Without her knowledge, he purchased the house he loved. It was the biggest house in the area which didn't surprise Olivia. Of course he would choose the one house that screamed "WE HAVE MONEY" and she hated it.

Fitz parked in the garage. When he turned to Olivia, she had a far off look on her face. Worried that she was having second thoughts, Fitz asked, "Hey, are you ok, Livie?"

There was that nickname again. The one he had put as her contact name with the yellow heart emoji next to it.

"Mhm. Let's get inside." She smiled, letting him that she really was ok.

Once they were inside of Fitz' house, things escalated quickly. Olivia cleared her mind of things that could've been and focused on the right now. There was no more talking as their tongues became familiar with each other's mouths. The sound of wet lips smacking and moans of approval was the only noise that was heard. Fitz hands had found her ass and hadn't let go as Olivia buried her fingernails into his luscious, soft curls.

"I've been wanting to kiss you since the moment we met, Livie."

Pulling back slightly, Olivia smiled at his now messy head before looking into his eyes. Intense, hungry, blue eyes. "Yeah?" She softly asked, turning Fitz on more with that voice.

"God, yeah." He groaned.

"I've been wanting to kiss you too. And as mind-blowing as the kiss was, I need more, Fitz. I really need for you to fuck me. I need to feel something."

Fitz was taken aback by her forwardness, but god did it turn him on even more. Without words, he claimed her pulp lips with his own and pressed his bulge against her heat, earning a sound so sexy that he would never forget it.

He led her to his bedroom and within seconds they were naked in his bed. Their bodies pressed together making it impossible to see where his ended and her began.

Fitz knew Olivia was impressed and intimidated by his length just by the look on her face as he put on the condom. When lining himself up at her entrance, he felt her tense up underneath him, making him end all movements.

"Are you ok, Liv? We can stop if you aren't ready?"

"No." Olivia shook her head. After a hard swallow, she repeated, "No. I'm ok. Just go slow. Please. I'll need some time to adjust to that…"

"Whatever you want, baby. Just relax. I promise I'm going to take good care of you."

Fitz' made good on his promise. His strokes were slow and long. Deep and passionate. He was deeper than any man had ever gone making it nearly impossible for her to catch her breath. Her eyes were in the back of her head as his long tool brush against her g-spot repeatedly. The things he whispered into her ear made her toes curl and goosebumps appear on her skin. She had never been fucked so good that tears came out of eyes until now. The sounds she made, the whimpers and her pleas were unfamiliar to her own ears.

"Fitz, you're so deep, baby! Oh my god!"

"Take it, Olivia. I know you can handle it."

"Ooh baby, I'm gonna cum! Fitz, I'm coming!" She moaned as her sweet essence escaped her, smearing between their thighs and onto his bedsheets. Creating a damp circle underneath her.

With every stroke, Olivia trembled with pleasure. Fitz was reaching places that she didn't know existed. Never had a man made her feel so good, feel so loved. Her nails were clawing his back as she shook underneath him. Her walls massaging his dick in return.

"Shit, Olivia. You're so tight." Fitz moaned. He had her pinned to the bed as he stroked her longingly. She was everything he had imagined she would be in this moment. Vocal and tight. She was so tight that when he first penetrated her, he was afraid that he would hurt her, but when she had begged for more, he gave it to her without hesitation.

"Fitz, please!" She cried from pleasure.

"'Fitz please' what?" He mocked. His tone full of dominance. He knew exactly what she was asking for, but he wanted to hear her say it. He was holding back again and she hated it.

"I need...I need you deeper."

His large, veiny hand wrapped around her throat as he thrust in and out, deep stroke after deep stroke, in and out of her cream filled core.

"Just like that, baby," she groaned with a hard shudder. His cock was coated with her cum for the second time.

"After all the shit you talked, Livie, you're going to take what I give you. Understood?"

"My god, you're such an asshole." She giggled before slightly lifting her head to capture his thin yet delicious lips.

"Maybe, but at least I give good dick."

Olivia giggled before it turned into a loud moan as he finally began to pump faster. Her small yet perfect tits bounced from his force. The bed squeaked as he thrusted his hips into her, taking her harder and deeper than he had been before.

"Ah Fitz! Ooh, Fitzgerald!"

"Have you ever came nine times in one night, Olivia?"

Her eyes widened at his question. Ready to take whatever he had to give her. If she died tonight, in this bed, in this moment, she would die a happy death.

*

After countless hours of sex, Fitz and Olivia settled into his bed after their shower together. Olivia laid pressed up against Fitz' side with her head resting on his chest and one leg thrown across his waist. Her body hummed a happy tone, being deliciously sore but never feeling more taken care of sexually. As Fitz drew lazy circles on her bare back, his body hummed the same happy tone. Just as good as Olivia had been taking it, she had given it. Fitz had never been fucked so good. The way she rode him, gliding up and down on his tool, clenching her walls around him when he was buried deep inside of her warm hole, god, it had him calling out her name like a wimp.

During their intimate moment, something shifted between them and they both felt it. It was electric. The way their eyes connected, holding each other's gaze as they altered between making love and hardcore fucking. It was more than just a physical thing, their souls happily connected, as if saying "Finally, I have found the one".

"And then you were like, 'uh-uh! Fitz, please!'"

"Stop mocking me, you asshole!" Olivia shrieked with laughter, slapping Fitz on his chest.

Fitz laughed along with her and wrapped his arms around her tightly. He buried his nose in her neck. Her brown skin so soft and she smelled of his shower gel. In that moment, Fitz realized that he absolutely loved having her in his presence, in his arms, and in his home. He wanted to share moments like this with her forever. He was falling for her fast and he sensed that she was falling just as quickly for him, too.

"Run away with me."

Olivia laughed. "Fitz? What?"

"Run away with me." He repeated in the same even tone. Olivia looked up at him, getting the sense that he was being serious. The room became quiet...and for the first time ever, things were awkward between them.

She mustered up the strength to pull herself out of his embrace and sit up, gathering the white bedsheets to cover her naked body.

With his arms now folded behind his head and misty blue eyes still on her, Fitz anticipated her response to his request. He knew it was absurd, but life was too short to always be cautious. To always be in control.

"Fitz, I-I can't. I have two children and Jacob would-"

Fitz pushed himself up then placed his thumb against her swollen lips, in a way to silence her before she got in her own head and ruined the plans he already had set out for them.

"Run away with me, Olivia. You said it yourself that you're not happy in your marriage. You're only thirty years old and you're with a man who cheats on you! C'mon Liv, there's so much more out there to life than this! Just leave all that shit behind you and run away with me. Life could be good! We could be good! You, me, Addison and Zion..."

Olivia darted her eyes around his bedroom...looking everywhere but at him. It was so spacious and nicely decorated. She had hoped that he would give her a tour of the rest of his house later. She wanted to see how he had made the house she loved so much his own, but now, all she wanted was to get out. Her emotions were everywhere and she couldn't think straight. Not with him so close.

What she was feeling for Fitz was something she never felt with another human, not even her own husband. It's why she was lying naked in his bed now. It's why she was considering his proposal.

Fitz was something special, she knew that. When she'd met him, she thought he was nothing more than an arrogant man, but spending only just a little amount of time with him allowed her to see him in a different light. He was kind and funny, smart, caring, loving, attentive, sweet and oh-so fucking dominant..but in the best way. And yes, he was still an asshole, but she liked it? He didn't beat around the bush, he was honest and open, and he kept it real with her which is all things she admired in a man. Fitz was everything that Jake wasn't which made it easy for her to imagine a life with him. Him, her, the twins, and their baby. A baby that would certainly look like him.

But could she really run away with this man and be happy? And what about Jacob? Was Fitzgerald really worth leaving the life she was accustomed to? More importantly, would he be good for her children and how would they react to seeing mommy with a new man?

"Fitz... I...I"

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