OLIVIA POV
"It's you..." He says, looking down at me with an awed look.
"Yes, it's me?" I question, pulling out of his arms. "Thanks for catching me."
"Aw... the sassy little hellcat is calm now. Did she get her cream?" A sarcastic British voice quips.
"Pfft, not that fattening shit the dairy industry passes off as 'healthy' dickhead." I smart off.
"Lovely to see you again Olive."
I turn and glare at Abby. She shrugs.
"That's not my name dick for brains." I insult him, noticing he's the guy from the club Friday night.
"Oh but see, in England Olive is the equivalent of Olivia. So..." He trails off with a teasing smirk. Ugh, I swear he's Abby's condescending male other half.
"Well I'm not British and this isn't England. Queen Stephanie." I snare. He chuckles.
"I like you." He compliments, cracking a genuine smile.
"You'd have to if Abby does." I wink.
"If you two are done, would you mine telling me why you were storming out of the private rooms? Is this club not good enough for Princess Olivia?" Fitz raises an eyebrow. I frown slightly, of course he'd own this place.
"Lemme guess, you're the filthy rich friend of wannabe 'James Bond' here?"
"Ha, Try Nasty rich." Stephen snorts.
"Whatever." I wave him off. "To answer your question, I'd rather not have half naked women shaking their artificial asses and well passed over done tits in my face." I sniff.
"You're quite the loud mouthed, judgmental broad aren't you?" Fitz infers, narrowing his eyes. "I think that mouth of yours should be put to rest for a bit, how it could possibly look so sexy and alluring and not be chapped with how much flapping you do is beyond me."
"Did you just?" My eyes widen. Was that an insult or compliment?
"Drink with me?"
"No, thank you." I decline, moving past him and heading out through the checkpoints before leaving.
"Liv that was so messed up. Fitz was being totally cool, he invited us to a club thousands of people would kill to attend and you literally threw it right back in his face." Abby had been chewing me off for the last hour, and I was slightly irritated.
"Well, excuse me if my ideal of a girls night out isn't having fake bimbo's tits in my face." I gripe.
"You were being over dramatic." Abby snaps.
"You of all people know, I would never agree to willingly going into a place like that. It isn't my thing." I hiss. "A good friend wouldn't have allowed a friend to be blindly put into a situation such as that."
"And another thing, where did you meet Fitz and Stephen before?"
"A few nights ago at a club. They were trying to kick out Billy, and I told him off." I shrug.
"Billy... That cop your father sticks on you." She asks, as she digs into her chicken sandwich. I cringe, as I take a bite of my mango and edamame salad. "Why did you even stick up for that loser?"
"It's not his fault my father's over protective." Abby snorts.
"Liv, that's the biggest understatement of the fucking year. Your father isn't over protective, he's fucking controlling."
"Whatever." I snap. "Look, Abby if you're going to continue to bitch me out through this whole lunch. I'll leave, I have stuff to do anyway."
"Can you humble yourself so we can have a pleasant conversation."
"Me?" I scoff. "Your the one who's spent over an hour complaining about my behavior yesterday and how embarrassed you were because your boy toy's an asshole."
"He's my boyfriend, actually. and You're the one who was storming out the club and dissing his friend's place of business." She scowls. "You could be more cautious of what you say in front of people, Liv."
"Why should I?" I cross my arms over my chest, as I finish my salad. "It was the truth."
"No, it was your opinion." She says. "One, no one asked for."
"If I recall correctly Fitz did ask for my opinion." I return her scowl with a death glare.
"No, he asked why you were being such a bitch."
"I was not, and he did not call me a bitch."
"Maybe not in so many words, but he sure as hell was thinking it."
"And how the hell would you know?"
"Because everyone there was annoyed with your 'Saint Olivia' attitude. News flash, Liv. Just because you are a reclusive freak, doesn't mean everyone else should be subjected to your bullshit." Abby snarls. "I try to get you to come out and have fun and all you did was bitch and moan the entire time you were there. You didn't even give thanks to the fact I got you out of your fucking apartment. At the very least you could have acted grateful that I gave you an opportunity to get out of your fucking 'Poor Olivia' wallowing."
"Wow, Abby. Thanks so much for allowing me to be amongst your presence." I growl. "Next time save your breath, I don't want your fucking pity invites."
"I would say it was nice having lunch with you, but that's a lie." I take my wallet out of my bag and throw down two bills, before grabbing my bag and storming out. I swear Abby thinks her shit doesn't fucking stink. She's the one who invited me to go out in the first place. She knows I hate seedy fucking clubs, I don't respect the fact people leer at women, nor the fact women fucking alter their body to be leered upon.
"Liv, at the very least you could try and talk to her." Quinn says, through the phone.
"No, thanks." I continue to type on the laptop. It's been three days since I've last seen Abby and right now I'm still pissed at her. "She's the one who started it."
"God, what are you guys. In Middle School?" Quinn snarks. "Besides, she was partly right Liv. You disrespected The Fitzgerald Thomas Grant the Third. He basically owns this country, do you know how much pull he has?"
"No, and I truly could care less."
"Liv, he's The Guy. Fuck the President, Fitz practically owns her too."
"I don't care, Quinn."
"If you don't care why were you eye fucking him?"
"I was not." I frown.
"Yeah you were, you were giving him those 'Fuck me now' eyes." Quinn says.
"I-"
"It's cool, because he was sending them right back." She laughs. "I could have sworn he was going to fucking maul you."
"Be serious Quinn, he was not."
"Whatever, Liv." She says in that sing song voice I hate. I swear her and Abby were separated at birth with the way they act.
"Look, Quinn I have to go. I'm in my Gladiator zone right now and I need to finish up this chapter for the day." I say, dismissively.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." I can tell she rolls her eyes. "But Liv, you need to talk to Abby. She really was just trying to help in her own way."
"You and I both know, she wasn't. She was just trying to win points with her new beau by trying to get me to apologize to the sexist asshole."
"Really? He's sexist because he owns a strip club?"
"YES!"
"And why is that Liv?"
"Because..."
"Because what?"
"Because..." I huff. "Fuck it! Who cares, he's just a sexist asshole!"
"You sound like a damn preschooler." She laughs.
"Bye, Quinn." I say, scornfully as I hang up.
"He is a sexist asshole..." I mumble. I think back to a few nights ago. "He was checking me out..."
"Damn it, I spend way too much time with Abby and Quinn."
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Anyway Olivia is such a drama queen right?
Was Abby wrong for how she spoke with Olivia?
Was Olivia wrong?