Chapter 7
London. A city Fitz enjoyed. Leaving New York was bitter sweet. His mind was on Olivia and the evening they shared. He'd thought about her all night which was unusual. A woman never controlled his thoughts or emotions. Being with a woman was strictly about sex, not intimacy.
But Olivia.
He had a connection with her. He felt the change happening and he didn't know how to handle it. He'd never been drawn to a woman to the point his heart felt restricted whenever he wasn't near her.
Chase had changed for his fiancé, Natasha. He's more focused than Fitz had ever seen him. Finding the next woman to fuck wasn't at the top of his agenda anymore. Chase had a woman to go home to every night. Stability. Did he want stability too? Was he ready to give up every woman who fell at his feet because of his name and bank account? The businesses in London were booming thanks to Chase. Chase had found land for the development of the new condos and townhomes. Fitz needed to give his approval to purchase the land. He wanted to postpone his trip and spend more time with Olivia, but the seller was persistent about closing the deal. He pushed his key through the lock of his London apartment.
"Hi baby." A woman's voice echoed through the apartment. Her heels clicked loudly across the marbled floor.
"Shit!" He cursed under his breath, running his fingers through his hair, dropping his hands at his side. Victoria. Rebekah must have informed her of his visit to London. Victoria and Fitz met five years ago in a bar. A month after his father's funeral, he fled to London escaping his grief. Victoria was safe and knew him well. He didn't have to worry about her plastering his name to the media or gossiping with her friends. She knew what was at stake. Their relationship was strictly sexual. Non-committal. He fucked other women and she accepted it.
Victoria walked to him and kissed his cheek. She loosened his tie, tossing it on the couch. "Baby, it's been forever. Do I need to start making trips to New York?"
He grabbed her wrists stopping her movements. "Stop."
"Playing hard to get tonight?" She chuckled, strolling to the bar, pouring scotch inside a glass. "Relax, you seem uptight. I had Ricardo bring over your cigars. They're on the balcony."
Fitz nodded. "This isn't a good time, Victoria."
She took the drink from his hand and sipped it, placing it on the counter. Her hand slid up and down his crotch, feeling his dick swell from her touch. "It's a good time."
He let out a deep breath. "We can't. I need you to leave."
Victoria laughed. "What do you mean we can't?" She moved closer to him, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I've missed you and it feels like you've missed me." She slipped down the spaghetti straps from her dress and stepped out of it, revealing her bare breasts and red thong. "I'll be in the bedroom."
"Fuck!" Fitz groaned, pouring himself another glass of scotch. He gulped it down in one sip. He yanked off his black suit jacket and threw it over the back of the couch. Victoria was sprawled across his bed, blinking up at him with bedroom eyes. Victoria was a beautiful woman. Long honey blonde hair, voluptuous breasts and an ass that fit snugly into any dress. The sex between them was hot. He placed his glass on the dresser, leaning against it. "I met someone."
"When has that ever stopped us, Fitzgerald?"
Fitz handed her dress. "I'm serious, Vic."
Victoria took the dress and tossed it on the bed, walking to him, placing his hand on her breast. "She doesn't have to know, Fitz." She pressed her lips to his, tugging at his belt buckle. He stepped around her, picking up her dress, handing it back to her.
Her eyes widened. "You're serious."
"Yes, Victoria. Get dressed." His voice lowered. Demanding.
She slipped on her dress. "She can't please you like I can, Fitzgerald."
He walked out of the bedroom and stood at the front door, opening it.
She patted his cheek and smirked. Her eyes lowered to the large bulge that pressed against his slacks. "You want me, Fitzgerald. It's evident your body is craving my touch." She moved closer to him, whispering. "Close the door." Her hands moved up and down his chest. He shuddered, gripping the door tighter, moaning, closing his eyes.
"What's her name?" Victoria cooed close to his ear, circling her hips against his crotch.
He whispered. "Olivia."
"Pretend I'm Olivia."
"Touch me." He swallowed. Hard. "Touch me, Olivia."
"Yes, baby." Victoria gently licked the side of his neck, sucking at the flesh. His hand dropped from the door, wrapping around her waist, pulling her into him. The door slammed. His eyes popped open and he stepped back. "Fuck. Victoria. Get. Out."
Victoria rolled her eyes, picking up her purse. "You'll be back, Fitzgerald. You'll get bored with her. Trust me, I know. You like to fuck. You're not built for monogamy."
He slammed the door, grabbing his phone from his pocket. "Come and get me before I fucking do something stupid."
"On my way." Chase stated.
Chase sped through traffic. Sighing when a red light flashed, stopping him. His mind drifted back to the time he found Fitz slumped over the couch, covered in his own vomit. He was drunk. It was a few days after his father's death. "Fuck, drive your fucking car." Chase shouted at the slow-moving car in front of him. When he reached Fitz's apartment, he took the steps two at a time, banging on the front door.
Fitz swung the door open with a drink in his hand.
"What the fuck, Fitz?" Chase rushed inside the apartment, looking around.
Fitz groaned and tossed back the last drop of his scotch. "Get me out of here."
"Are you ok?" Chase asked.
"I'm fine. I'll tell you when we get to your house."
X
Chase tossed his keys in the bowl next to the door. Natasha jumped at the sound. "What happened? Is Fitz alright?" She yawned, ruffling her golden blonde hair.
"He's fucking fine." Chase groaned, pointing to Fitz.
Natasha chuckled. "What do you boys want to drink?"
"Something strong." Fitz answered sitting at the kitchen counter.
"Scotch it is." Natasha smiled, reaching inside the cabinet, pouring the brown liquid in two glasses. She placed the glasses in front of Chase and Fitz. Chase patted her ass, "don't fall asleep, I'll be up in a minute."
She leaned down, kissing his lips. "I'll be up. Good seeing you Fitz." She waved over her shoulder.
Fitz nodded, lifting his glass to his lips.
Chase turned to him. "I left my warm bed and fiancé to come and get you. Start talking."
"When did you know Tash was the one for you?"
"When no other woman mattered." Chase sipped from his glass. "Don't fucking tell me you think Victoria is the one."
"Fuck…no!" Fitz growled.
"Thank God." Chase muttered.
Fitz slid his phone to Chase, "Is it possible to fall for someone you hardly know?"
Chase looked up at Fitz, then back at the phone. A picture of Olivia flashed on the screen. "It's possible. When did you meet her?"
"A week or so ago. At my building. I haven't thought about another woman since. I am losing my fucking mind, Chase. Women don't usually rattle me. But she's got a hold on me that I can't explain."
Chase sighed. "Let me guess. Victoria was at your place ready to fuck."
"Yes." Fitz stood, running his fingers through his hair. "She wasn't happy when I asked her to leave. She might be a problem."
"A major problem. She isn't going to go quietly, Fitz."
"Shit. I know."
"She manages one of your hotels, Fitz. Be careful." Chase said.
"I told her about Olivia."
"Fuck." Chase shook his head, guzzling the rest of his scotch.
"I can't fuck this up, Chase. Olivia isn't the type of woman who'll let me have my cake and eat it too."
"From the looks of it. I think you're right." Chase tapped the phone. "Take your time, playboy. Don't rush into it. When was the last time you dated only one woman?
"College and I got fucked, remember."
"How could I forget. You caught your roommate fucking your girlfriend."
"I broke his fucking jaw." Fitz groaned, anger rushing through him as he remembered the situation.
Chase chuckled. "He was the Dean's son."
Fitz shrugged. "He was a loser. Didn't he marry her?"
"According to his Facebook page, yes." Chase stood, stretching. "You good?" He washed his glass in the sink.
"For now." Fitz answered.
Chase patted Fitz on the back, grinning. "Take the guest room furthest from our bedroom. It's going to be a long night."
"Fuck me. What time does Drew arrive tomorrow?" Fitz asked.
"An hour before we meet with the realtor."
Fitz placed his glass in the sink, plopping down on the couch. Under no circumstances did he want to hear Chase fucking his fiancé. He slid his phone from his pocket and dialed Olivia. He checked the time, hanging up and dropped the phone on his chest. He sighed, it was late. He flipped the phone back over, stared at it, and scrolled to her name again. He needed to hear her voice before he went to sleep. He pressed her name and the phone started ringing.
"Hello." She answered groggily.
He let out a deep breath, her voice was soft, filled with sleep. His dick swelled from the sweet sound. "Sweetheart, are you in bed?"
"Mmhmmm." She moaned.
"Sorry for calling so late. I'll…um…I'll call you in the morning.
He heard her moving. "No, Fitz. I can talk. Give me a second to wake up."
He waited for a minute, holding his breath.
She giggled. "Ok. I'm back. I splashed water on my face. How is London?"
"Fine. I just have a few things I need to sort out." He wasn't going to ruin the call and tell her about Victoria. He needed to be in her presence when he laid it out that he used to have a permanent fuck buddy in London. He didn't know how she would take it. Would she run or show him a little grace for being honest?
"I see. What do you do when you're in London?"
"Meetings. Lots of meetings. My two best friends are with me. Chase handles things in London. He moved here a couple of years ago after he met his fiancé. Drew manages the West Coast. I'm in the process of building brand new condos and townhouses. Chase found some land and I need to see it before purchasing it. I hope to return to you… soon." He looked at the phone wondering if she had heard him. He was in disbelief at what he'd just said. Return to you. He was in deep and there was no way around it. He needed to change the subject fast. "When do you leave for Georgia?"
Olivia blinked back her tears. "In a few days. I'm not looking forward to it."
"Do you want me to come with you?"
His kindness made her heart melt. "I'll be fine, but thank you for offering."
"I wish I could see you before you leave. If I send my plane to you, would you get on it?"
"I can't, Fitz. Brian has me working on a new project. I can't miss work right now."
Silence.
"Do you touch yourself, Olivia?" Fitz asked, lying flat on his back.
"Sometimes." She answered.
"How often?"
"Not every day. What about you?"
"Every day. Sometimes twice a day." Fitz answered.
"My God, Fitzgerald. You cum twice a day, every day."
He chuckled. "Yes." He placed a pillow firmly under his head. "I enjoy sex, Olivia. Since meeting you, I haven't been with anyone."
Olivia pushed her back against her pillow. "When was the last time you had sex?"
"The night before I met you."
"Oh. What do you think about when you…"
He interrupted. "You…just you."
Silence.
"What are you wearing, Liv?"
"A nightgown."
"What kind of nightgown? Is it silk or lace?"
"It's pink with cute little dogs on it."
He scrunched up his face, dropping his head back on the pillow, chuckling. "Lie to me."
"Huh."
"Lie to me about your night gown."
She laughed. "It's blue and lacy."
"Keep going." He unbuttoned his pants, slowly bringing the zipper down. He needed release.
"You can see my nipples through the lace. It barely covers my ass."
"Fuck. I like it. Blue is my favorite color?" He sucked in his bottom lip, stroking his erection through his pants. "Take off your night gown, sweetheart." He heard her moving and imagined her in front of him, undressing. He rested the phone on his chest and gently released his dick from his boxer briefs. Precum had formed at the tip, slowly dripping down his shaft. He circled the tip with his two fingers before gliding his hand down his erection. "Fuck." He groaned. "Circle your fingers around your nipples. I need to hear you Liv. Are you a shy lover?"
"No."
"Good. Knowing that I am pleasing you the right way, turns me on even more."
Olivia licked her lips, moaning into the phone, "are you touching yourself, Fitz? How does it feel?"
"Fucking good, baby." He groaned, stroking his shaft up and down.
"Baby." Olivia whispered to herself. His voice was soft and raspy. It ignited the fire, sending her body into overdrive. Her core throbbed, aching for more. Her eyes closed and she slid further down on the mattress, "what else do you want me to do?" Her hand rested slid down her stomach, resting at her clit. Waiting for his next command.
Fitz let out a guttural moan. She was giving him control. He needed control in the bedroom. "Take two fingers and slide it in your pussy, slowly. Imagine your fingers are mine."
"Yesssssss." She hissed.
"How wet are you?"
"Dripping, for you."
He stroked himself hard. "Shit, I need to be inside you, Liv."
"Yeah, how bad?"
"Really bad. I'm losing my fucking mind."
"I'll have to rectify that soon."
"Please. How close are you?"
"Close." Olivia whimpered.
"I can't hold it any longer, baby. I need you to cum first. Shit. I'm close. Too fucking close." Fitz moaned
"I'm there." She panted, moaning, riding out her orgasm.
"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." He shuddered, bucking his hips, releasing his seed. "Damn." He dropped his head back on his pillow, wiping his stomach with his shirt. He stared at the ceiling fan, watching the blades turn. He couldn't remember the last time he had phone sex. There was no need when he had a plethora of women at his beck and call. Olivia controlled him. He didn't give up control too easily, especially in the bedroom. He was ruined.
She was out of breath, barely audible. "Are you ok?"
"I'm better than ok." Fitz responded.
"Think of me in your dreams."
"I will. Goodnight, Livvie."
"Goodnight, Fitz."
X
Fitz tucked his phone in his pocket, cursing once again at the flashing name. Victoria. She'd called him all morning. Ignoring her calls wasn't working.
"What do you think about the land, Mr. Grant?" The realtor asked, turning to him.
"It's fine." He answered. His mind elsewhere. "Drew and Chase what do you think?"
"It's enough space for the condos and townhouses." Chase responded, snapping pictures with his phone.
Drew held out his hand for the realtor, helping her off the grass. She placed her hand in his and smiled. His emerald green eyes twinkled with the sunlight. "when can we sign? Can you bring the papers to dinner tonight?"
"Dinner." She blushed, eyeing all three men, settling her eyes on Drew.
"Dinner with me, tonight. Bring the papers and I'll make sure Mr. Grant signs them."
She nodded.
Fitz groaned and turned to Chase. "Handle it. I need a minute."
He eased inside the limo, scrolling to Victoria's name, dialing. "What do you want?" He snapped with a huff.
"I need to see you." She murmured.
He blew out a breath. "About what, Victoria."
"Fitz, I don't deserve your fucking attitude." She fumed.
He sighed, softening his tone. "You're right, Vic."
"That's better. Can we have dinner tonight?"
"No."
"I'm not good enough for dinner, Fitzgerald? You're going to throw away five years just like that?"
"Victoria we weren't in a relationship. I fucked other women and you fucked other men. We were never committed to each other. I was clear about my intentions on the first night we slept together."
Her voice softened. "I was there for you, Fitzgerald. When you told me about your father, I listened to you."
"Vic, don't do this."
"End things the right way, Fitzgerald. Have dinner with me and let me make you feel good before you go back to New York."
Fitz dropped his head back on the headrest, sighing. "I can't, Victoria. We're done."
"Fine, Fitzgerald. Fuck you!" She seethed. "You'll regret this!"
The phone clicked.
X
"I need something stronger than this." Fitz looked at the waitress as she sat glasses of water on the table. "Scotch would be better." She waitress nodded and scurried from the table.
Chase opened his menu. "Drinking so soon?"
"I thought my father was dead." Fitz snarled.
"What's your fucking problem?" Drew asked, sipping his water. "You've had an attitude all fucking morning."
Fitz looked at Drew. "Make sure you get the paperwork to me by this afternoon. I need to leave London."
Buzzzz. Buzzzz. Buzzzz. Drew's phone vibrated on the table. "Why is Victoria calling me?"
Fitz snapped his menu open. "Because I ended things with her."
"Why?" Drew groaned, sipping his glass of bourbon.
Fitz glanced at Chase, unsure if he should respond to Drew's question. Drew enjoyed the single life and all of its benefits. He would probably laugh in his face if he told him he was attempting to settle down. Out of all the women Drew fucked, he'd never found one to tame him. He despised commitment and everything that came with it. Drew knew Fitz well. He knew commitment didn't come easy for him especially when a woman was involved.
"I met someone." Fitz stated, taking a sip of his scotch.
"Since when does that matter?" Drew smirked, closing his menu. "I thought you and Victoria had an understanding."
Chase shook his head, leaning back in his chair.
Fitz placed his elbows on the table. "We did and now I'm done."
Drew sat back in his chair, crossing his arms. "You're giving up Victoria for some new pussy? Did you even test it out?"
"Back off, Drew. Not everyone wants to fuck around like you." Chase interrupted.
Drew laughed. "Bullshit, Chase. If you've never met Tash, you'd still be fucking everything under the sun." Drew raised his glass to Fitz. "Do whatever makes you happy. I hope she's worth it, because Victoria is going to give you one hell of a fucking fight."
Fitz dug his fork inside his eggs. "I'm not worried about Victoria. I'm more worried about telling Olivia about Victoria."
Drew pointed his fork at Fitz, chuckling. "Now that would be a stupid move."
"Why?"
Drew grinned. "Victoria is a whole world away. Chase can keep an eye on her."
"Fuck, no." Chase groaned.
"You would be a stupid man if you tell Olivia. Never let your right hand know what your left hand is doing." Drew chuckled.