Chapter 1
Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III had been in the Cayman Islands on family business. That business, Grant International, was at the top of the food chain. His grandfather had turned a Mom and Pop venture into a multi-billion-dollar conglomerate. They Grants wined and dined a lot of bigwigs in the Caymans. They owned property there including 23,000 square foot of living space in a mansion located on a stretch of the famous Seven Mile Beach. It was there that some of that wining and dining was going on. As for Fitz, as he was called by the family, he'd had enough. Currently, Charles Rutherford was trying to throw his daughter in his path. No fucking way! He had been on that course before, never again. He had done it once for his grandfather and disaster had followed. He was lucky to have come out with just a bruised ego. His ex-wife, Margot had proven to be everything he didn't want in a wife. She had soured him toward the institution of marriage. It wasn't for him. He was thirty-six and a confirmed bachelor. Those four years with Margot were the worst years of his life. Thank the Almighty there were no children!
He had left Grantiosity as it was called and had taken a room at the island's top-rated hotel. It was for his own well-being. It was too much going on up at the mansion. He had told Papa Joe he wasn't in the mood for matchmaking on this trip. Yet and still Rutherford was here parading his daughter around. She was a raving beauty if you liked her type. Blonde, blue eyes, fake tits, and a family with loads of money. He didn't like that type, nevertheless he had let his family steer him into an ill-fated liaison with just such a woman. The only exception being that Margot had been a brunette that dabbled at being blonde or whatever color was her choice of the day. Been there, done that. It wouldn't happen again. He had made his good-byes to all and he had left. He was now lounging at the pool of one the Cayman's premiere resort.
As he sat in the chaise lounge out in the sun, he had fallen asleep briefly. He was jostled awake by the loud whistles and catcalls reverberating in the air. He opened his eyes and looked around. Was he back in New York? Hell, only construction workers were foolish enough to try and pull that shit off in 2021. Women didn't like it and they rarely tolerated it. Yet there they were, the bozos that were whistling and catcalling. He looked around to see the object of their apparent interest just as she turned her head to look back at her admirers and smile.
Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III felt a jolt of lust he couldn't believe. He had on swim trunks that cupped him but what he was feeling right now he knew it wasn't going to be cupped. He grabbed the towel discreetly behind his head and bunched it over his out-of-control dick! What in the hell? This was teenage antics. He didn't see a beautiful woman and not being in control of his lust.
She was indeed beautiful and her smile intensified her beauty. She had beautiful long black hair. Her lips were the most gorgeous color of purple he had ever seen. She was in a one-piece black number that accentuated everything about her. He could tell her breast were perfectly formed mounds but of average size. The black fabric of the one-piece clung to her like a glove. He could see the imprint of her nipples and the indentation of her belly button. The rest of the suit fit her perfectly as well. She kept walking which led her right past him. She wasn't very tall. She was walking in her bare feet. She was short but her legs were absolutely gorgeous and perfectly proportioned to her body! As she walked past him still smiling, he watched her ass and it was perfection. Margot did everything in the world trying to pretend she had an ass including fat injections but she didn't have much of one. This girl whoever she was had an ass, a real one.
Still staring at her he wondered if she noticed him. He had tried to pull away but he couldn't. He had dozens of poker faces after all he was an attorney. However, he knew he was staring and he couldn't help himself. Geez and he had been caught. The raving beauty had noticed him staring. She gave him a look that said she knew why he was staring and it was a waste of his time and hers! She turned around and walked on. Undeterred he kept watching.
The woman walked over to the lifeguard chair and began conversing with the lifeguard. So, the lifeguard was probably her guy. She was very friendly and animated with him. The guy finally came down from the chair. They exchanged a few more words and he left. The woman went to the back of the stand beneath the chair. She seemed to pull something from inside of a box attached to the chair. He watched her put that gorgeous head of hair into a ponytail. She seemed to be checking equipment. She went over to a long spine board inspecting it and a cervical device attached to it. She also inspected a floatation device and heart monitoring machine before putting a whistle around her neck and climbing into the lifeguard chair.
The beautiful woman was the lifeguard? There was nothing wrong with being a lifeguard but this woman didn't look like it should be her vocation. Ten to one she was an islander. He had seen some beautiful Black women in his time but this one left his mouth ajar. Her skin looked like darkened honey and her lips purple-glazed and plump made him want to pull her down from that chair and kiss her silly. He had dated Black women before but things had never gotten past a date or two. At the time he didn't want to complicate his life. The reason for his hesitation he hated to admit to was that he didn't want to stir the family pot. His family wasn't inherently racist. They were good people that embraced America's diversity. They fought for equality for all people. Yet in his heart he knew he was expected to bring home as his wife, a woman that looked like them. Well, he had done that once maybe it was time he took another direction. Would he be following his heart or lust though? He was pretty sure it was lust. At the moment he knew he wanted the woman perched in that chair moving beneath him! Long story short, he wanted to fuck her, preferably tonight!
Speaking of passion, he needed to curb his. Blood was still pooled in his nether regions. What to do was the question? He wanted to make contact with the woman that had piqued his interest. However, he didn't dare approach her with his dick at full mast. Look he was no fool. He didn't have all those degrees for nothing. He stood up with the towel in front of him and walked to the edge of the pool. At the last minute he threw the towel back onto the chaise and dove into the water. The water was cool and refreshing. Hopefully it would effect a change in his penile status. The water had the desired effect after a few laps. After making several laps of the pool he came up out of the water right in front of the lifeguard chair.
"Hi, I'm Fitz."
"Hi, I'm the lifeguard."
He laughed out loud. Again unable to help himself, he was staring at her. How long he stared he wasn't sure. After what seemed to be an eternity he spoke again. "Does the lifeguard have a name?"
"She does but she's working. And, she isn't allowed to fraternize with the clientele. It's company policy. And I'm a stickler for the rules. So, if you don't mind, please continue your swim."
"What about when the lifeguard gets off duty, will she have a name?"
"It all depends."
"Depends on what?"
"Whether or not I get fired for this infraction. I guarantee you that the boss is watching me right now. Please continue your swim."
"What time does the lifeguard get off duty?"
"I close down the pool at eleven, however I'm really not in the mood to make friends tonight."
"We don't necessarily have to become friends but I would like to become better acquainted."
"Look Fitz, I think I know what you are looking for tonight and believe me I'm not the one. Please, could you just get back to your swim before you get me fired!"
She sounded serious. And so was he. He wanted her in his bed and he wondered how he could go about getting her there. He turned and swam away. He didn't look back but if she thought he would give up that easily she obviously didn't know Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III.
She watched the man swim away. Her heart was beating so fast she could hardly get her breath. Her eyes were fixed on him as he plowed through the water with the strokes of a master swimmer. She had locked eyes with him earlier and her breath caught in her throat. He was lying there on the chaise stretched out like a Greek god. He had a tan but it was subtle. His hair was a curly mess. He had stared at her and for a minute she had stared back. His eyes were blue. She was sure they were. It was the first thing she noticed. It was like looking at the sky. Then suddenly they seemed darker like they were gray, a dark gray. He was staring at her intently. Men often started at her that way. It was the "Man, I would like to fuck you stare." She had seen it since she morphed from a girl to a woman. She wasn't impressed. Men that saw only her beauty and wanted to possess her turned her off. She had turned and walked away.
She had gotten in the lifeguard chair and put on her sunglasses. Most of time she never wore them. She had today. She wanted to be free to watch the guy with dual eye color to her heart's content. There was something about him that had her heart beating fast and her nose flaring. What in the hell was that about? She knew but damn, why this man? She had a boyfriend that she cared about. She thought she could possibly fall in love with Peter. They had been dating exclusively for an entire year.
She had one more year of Med School and she was expecting him to propose marriage again! When he first realized that she wasn't going to sleep with him without marriage, he hadn't believed her. After all, as he said this is the twenty-first century and the world engaged in premarital sex. He let it go for a about six months and he tried seduction again. Feeling a little bit sorry for him she had let their date nights evolve into some serious French-kissing and heavy petting. He had been begging her to do it for ever. In fact, for years now Peter had been trying to get in between her legs! Well, she was saving herself for marriage and she told him so again. More than a year after he has asked for exclusiveness between them, and he was still begging.
Finally four months ago, he had popped the question. She knew it was because he wanted under her skirts. She turned him down again. She wasn't ready for marriage to anyone. She liked Peter but she didn't love him. In fact, she was afraid she never would. She cared for him, she always had, but she simply didn't love him. Medicine, that was her passion. She was going to become a doctor and then she was leaving this place and Peter. As for love it would come when it would.
At this point in her life, she wasn't sure if she even wanted to be bothered. Love it seemed, was fleeting. Her best friend Darcie had been in love and her heart was still in shreds after the break-up with the love of her life. Her own brother had come home last year from New York after finding out his wife of seven years was having an affair with the pool boy. He had forgiven her for the sake of their three kids he said. He had taken her back but the trust is gone. He confided to Olivia that he still believed his wife was involved with the man and it was shredding his heart to pieces. Her brother loved his wife to death and treated her like a queen and yet she betrayed him.
Her own mother even now accepted that her father and her husband was a philanderer. His secretary, his nurses, her other bestie Marcel was even amongst the women he had betrayed her mother with. His betrayal had left her disappointed and she no longer respected her father. Of course, she still loved him but it was a self-denying love. Watching her mother become a bitter old woman instead of the gregarious, happy, and loving woman she had been had changed her as well. She would save herself for marriage and she hoped and prayed she made the right choice. She couldn't afford to make a wrong one!
She didn't wish to become her mother. She would never sit around waiting for a man to throw her crumbs. She sure as hell wouldn't have kids to raise on her own while her husband ran the streets. It wasn't going to happen to her. She wouldn't allow it.
She started the shutdown at ten-forty-five. She made an announcement of the pool closure five minutes before that. She cleared the entire pool area of debris that she could see that shouldn't have been in the pool area in the first place. Of course, the actual pool crew would thoroughly clean the pool and the entire area by morning. It still irked her though that the rich would ignore the rules so blatantly. The few locals that could afford to play here knew the rules. It was the visiting jackasses that usually broke them without a care.
When she passed the empty chair where the stranger, Fitz, had been sitting her hand reached out to rub the back of the chaise. The rub she gave the chair was personal and intimate as if she were touching the man himself. When she realized what she was doing she pulled her hand back as though it had been burned. Why the hell was she fantasizing about touching this guy? She knew why. She was studying to be a doctor after all. She was attracted to the man! Her human sex pheromones were at play. She had more than a passing interest in the man. At this very moment her heart rate and her breathing were elevated. There was an elevated tension in her. She felt for lack of a better word sexual. Her nipples had hardened and her nether region was having a peculiar reaction. She felt like she wanted to go home to her room and pleasure herself.
She had never had real sex before but she had pleasured herself. At Darcie's insistence she had bought herself a vibrator when she turned twenty-one. Darcie had told her if she was going to remain a virgin for the rest of her life, she should at least experience an orgasm. As teens they had explored their sexually together but never to the point of orgasm. And then Darcie had lost her virginity and sex was all she talked about for three straight years. Olivia had gone off to college early leaving her best friend at home and still in high school. Olivia had missed those years of early human sexuality that Darcie had experienced. Her advice to Olivia had been not to go off to college approaching the ripe old age of sixteen and not know what a full-blown orgasm was. She had though. She had gone off from her home country to the red hills of Georgia to start her formal education ignorant as hell as far as sex went.
She had been young but she carried herself as an adult. She saw no need to inform anyone that she was only fifteen on her first day. Her mother had been worried to death. Her father hadn't been. He knew that Olivia was a young woman that had exhibited conduct way beyond her actual age. He had no problem sending his only daughter away to America. Olivia had arrived at university with a certain degree of naivete but she was well aware of what she faced. She jumped right into her classes and got her usual exceptional grades.
She found that being at an all-girls school really didn't signify. Boys were still on the campus for a multitude of reasons including to see young females! Having another year before she could date anyway. She had immerged herself into her studies and had made the dean's list first semester. She wanted her parents to know she could survive in her environment and there wasn't any need for her mother to worry.
Olivia turned sixteen during the second semester. She would have been able to accept dates at home, so she accepted a few dates to things on campus that presented little or no consequence for her. She was pretty and smart. Olivia had chosen the all-girl college for a reason. She intended to devote her time to her studies. Of course, the boys off campus were attracted to her and many of them made a play for her. Olivia wasn't interested. She needed excellent grades so she could attend the medical school of her choice. She didn't have time for boyfriends and sex. She studied hard and kept the dating scene to a minimum.
Plus, she wasn't putting out so guys cooled toward her after the second or third date. Being sixteen and pretending to be eighteen wasn't a real stretch for Olivia. She had always acted older. And through her friend Darcie she knew what men wanted. Men or should she say boys, they all wanted sex. If you weren't giving it up, they typically moved on. So, she had spent four years in Atlanta Georgia holding firm to her precious virginity! Three years in at Harvard Med and what she knew about sex was still relegated to book knowledge and of course the few porno flicks that Darcie had insisted that they watch. Research, Darcie had called it. It was meaningless sex however it did show the basics. She knew what went where and learned that most men didn't discriminate on the where. It was enlightening but the gratuitous sex left her turned off toward the procedure.
After Peter had asked her to be exclusive and she had chosen to allow extreme petting. Extreme petting at this point consisted of just that. His tongue was deep in her throat a lot while he was all over her breasts with his hands. She had let him put his mouth on them a few times. His goal of course was to get inside her panties. She wasn't there yet. It didn't feel right so she had only allowed him to touch her though her clothing. She was however touching him through his clothes and otherwise. It fascinated her watching him all excited and frustrated. He had begged her to touch it and finally she gave in. It amazed her watching his penis grow inches in size. She knew from the porno flicks that Peter wasn't well endowed. He was as described by Darcie, average size. Since she had no intention of having regular sex with him at the moment, she didn't linger on the fact. Size wasn't supposed to matter!
Peter wanted more than the touching they had been doing. She still didn't go as far as he wanted though. He wanted her to go down on him or either jack him off. These things would leave her "technically" a virgin he had said. That wasn't the point! She didn't do either of those things and told him so. Even though she knew is was done, Olivia couldn't imagine her mouth on a man's genitalia. He had taken matters into his own hands literally and he started placing his hand over hers and bringing himself to completion. At first she had resisted but then her curiosity got the best of her. Ejaculation was extremely interesting. Peter was out of his mind just before and during ejaculation.
The times she had watched him left her feeling nothing really other than medical curiosity. He said he loved her enough to wait for the real thing. He also said he could make her ejaculate as well if she would let him put his finger inside her or let him "go down on her." Mutual masturbation he had called it. It had become a ritual with Peter begging to "rub" it against her and promising he wouldn't penetrate her or to let him put his finger or tongue inside her. She wasn't ready for that type of invasion yet. She had allowed him liberties but she had let him know if he pressured her for sexual contact on every date, she would no longer date him. They were exclusive but if he was only interested in her for sex he should move on. She wasn't ready even for what they were doing so would he please stop pressuring her? The last time she was home she had refused to go back to his place after a dinner date. She was simply tired of saying no, I don't want to do that!
Not even her battery-operated boyfriend had been inside her. She found clitoral orgasms quite pleasant and quite frankly she was reluctant to push the thing inside of her and displace her hymen. She had been taught the displacement of hymens was something reserved for husbands. Thus far her vibrator had been very reliable! She placed the vibrating tip on her clit and waited for her climax. It was clean, quick, and pleasant. It was enough for now.
Coming back to the present Olivia knew she would pleasure herself tonight and when she did, she would be thinking of the tall white guy with the blue and gray eyes. To this point using the vibrator had been clinical. She didn't even think of Peter when she did it. No sexual images or nothing. It was simply a procedure she did to herself to relieve stress and feel pleasure for a few seconds. Her orgasms were straight forward. They happened, she closed her eyes and it was over. Perhaps tonight would be different. For some reason she felt hot and bothered. The tension in her was palpable. Yes, tonight was a good night to relieve tension.
Olivia turned out the lights and locked the entryway to the pool. She wanted to say goodnight to Uncle Jim. James Lockheed better known as Uncle Jim to her was her father's best friend, her mentor, and her god-father. He was usually in his office tending to business this time of night. He had become rich by age twenty-five and a millionaire at thirty. College wasn't for him so when his best friend her father went off to college in America, he began acquiring properties all over the island. He had started out buying homes to rent to tourists. Next, he starting buying and building hotels. The rest is history. He was a self-made man. In fact, he was the richest man on the island. It was through his largesse that she had started her escape from the Cayman Islands and the repressed views of her family. She wanted to be on her own and out of the watchful eye of her father. Uncle Jim had given her a free ride to Spelman, but she had acquired entry into Harvard Med on her own. Her hard work and perseverance had paid off.
She was on track to achieve her goals and ambitions. She wasn't about to let a blue-eyed brown-haired devil put a wrench into her plans. Yet he had been all she could think about for the last five hours. Her heart raced whenever she thought of him. When she closed her eyes, she saw him looking at her and asking "What about when the lifeguards get off of work, will she have a name?" The question was burned into her brain! The man wanted to see her and she wanted to see the man. Her heart of hearts told her he would be in the bar. She would find him there no doubt in conversation with whomever he had chosen to share his bed with tonight. His choice for a bedmate would be sexy as hell and all over him. He would want her attention because he would be planning to take her to his bed tonight. Men like him weren't interested in women that wanted to wait for marriage for sex. So again, why was she looking for him? She knew what he wanted from her. Yet she had marched right to the bar after work and singled him out.
Sure enough Fitz was sitting at the pool bar talking to an attractive redhead just as she had imagined. It was obvious the woman was into him. So, Fitz had his sex partner for the night! Olivia felt her first twinge of jealousy about a man. And he wasn't even hers! The woman currently ingratiating herself to the American had arrived at the hotel two days ago with a group that was here to party and do whatever. If Fitz was looking for a one-night stand or maybe two or three; she suspected he was talking to the right woman. Who knows what goes through the mind of the rich? Deep down she was hoping that this man was different.
Nonetheless, she would bet her last dollar Fitz was a rich American here on holiday looking to score with whomever is willing. She would admit that the man sent shivers up and down her spine. And did she mention that he was drop dead gorgeous? His body looked like it had been chiseled from the same stone as all those Greek gods she had seen when she vacationed with her family abroad. The man could have any woman he wanted she was sure of that. For one moment in time though, he had the look. She had seen it before. For a brief moment in time about five hours ago, he had wanted one woman, her!
Meanwhile Fitz was at the bar fending off the advances of a redhead that was all over him. Without any tact whatever she was letting him know that she was available. She had shoved her big titties in his face, placed his hand up her skirt, and even asked for his room key. Her antics left him cold and uninterested. For hours now there had been but one woman on his mind and it wasn't this one. The woman had caramel-colored skin and her body was perfectly formed. Every time he closed his eyes the brown-eyed beauty appeared. He had no interest in the woman currently seeking his attention, so he hadn't any qualms about abruptly cutting her off. He wasn't interested and he told her so in no uncertain terms. She removed herself from the bar stool next to his and walked on. He was glad. He truly had no interest in her. He turned back to the bar and his drink.
Olivia had watched the exchange between the man and the woman. It was obvious that she had offered her body to him. The woman hadn't been subtle. She didn't know what the man had said but he had obviously rebuffed her and refocused himself on his drink. He hadn't seen her yet. She could turn and walk around the exterior of the pool and get to her car. She didn't have to talk to Uncle Jim tonight. It would be a break of pattern. She always went by to say goodnight to him when she was working. She had started here as a teen lifeguard to have extra spending money. The job had been continued throughout college and now whenever she returned from Harvard on holiday, she still inserted herself into the weekly lifeguarding schedule.
Olivia decided she wouldn't allow the foreigner to dictate her habit of a lifetime. She would walk through the bar and proceed to Uncle Jim's office. There really wasn't any reason to avoid the man. He was just a man she had spoken to at the pool. It was true all sorts of things had been flowing through her brain since that meeting and what it all meant she wasn't sure. She was a grown woman of that, she was sure. She was also sure that the man wouldn't be the last one to make her heart beat fast and stoke desire in her. She would face that fact and move on. She entered the bar. Her intention was to walk past the man and go on to Big Jim's office. She walked on.
Fitz had gone straight to the bar after leaving the pool. He had quizzed the bartender about the lifeguard at the pool. She wasn't just a lifeguard. It was true she was an island girl but she was also a Harvard medical student. She had also attended undergrad in the states. To him that meant to some degree she was Americanized. American culture was hard to resist and most people didn't. The woman had to be at minimum of twenty-five years old per his calculations. She would know the ways of men. She must be smart to have gotten into Harvard. Fitz liked smart women. This woman was smart and beautiful. It wasn't a combination he hadn't seen before but this woman it was something about her.
He was sure that they could find common ground and they could go from there. He was terribly attracted to the woman. He also knew the attraction was more than simply a sexual attraction. He was drawn to the woman on another level. His heart had literally beat on the outside of his chest when he first saw her today. What did it all mean? He wasn't sure. He wanted her in his bed of that he was certain. Achieve that goal first and go from there.
He had left the bar and gone back to his room initially to go over his schedule for the next couple of days. He had been down here at the resort for two days. Sooner or later, he had to go back to Grandiosity. This was a two-week vacation before he got back to the grind. He was a legal consultant for the family business but he wasn't a primary lawyer for the company. His grandfather and father were CEO and President respectively. He and his mother sat on the board as primary stock holders. The family held two thirds of the company stock. In other words, Grant international belonged to Grants. And his grandfather said it would always be theirs. Papa Joe and his father still made all the decisions but he allowed he and his mother great input. His mother followed her husband blindly. He rarely contradicted either man other than on occasional legal issues. His grandfather started the business and knew it inside and out. He had made them all as rich as Croesus. They had never wanted for anything that he could remember. He was smart enough not to rock the boat.
He had left Grantiosity two days ago to avoid the matchmaking scheme that was evolving. He wouldn't marry a woman his family put on the platter again. He wouldn't do it under any circumstance. His mother had been begging him to come back to the mansion. No way, until the Rutherfords were gone. Even his Mama would not change his mind. Three days of it had been enough.
The trip he had made to this resort had put the current woman of his desire in his path. Whatever it was he was feeling he wanted to pursue it, and pursue her! God, he wanted to touch her. He hadn't gotten very close to her but she had a distinct scent. It had ignited his senses when she had first walked past him. Others had walked by him as well so he hadn't realized it was her until their encounter at the lifeguard chair. Where was she?
Fitz had returned to the bar specifically to see the lifeguard. The bartender assured him that she would walk through here tonight to say good night to the boss. She was related to him somehow. Patience was a virtue and good things come to those that wait. It was eleven-fifteen. The pool had been closed for fifteen minutes, where was she?
Olivia stood in the bar entrance. She had decided she would walk past the man and go on about her business. Surely, he had forgotten about their encounter at the pool. She would say goodnight to her godfather and go home.
Her scent drifted into the room ahead of her. His senses got a whiff of it and his body reacted. It wasn't a sexual reaction. It was a body dynamic reaction. His senses spiked. His heartrate, breathing, and everything else elevated. Lust had not entered the picture in a big way, yet. But he had felt her presence before she even walked past him. He wasn't going to let her get away. He called out to her!
"Hey lifeguard that can't fraternize with the clientele, you are off duty now. I've been sitting her for more than an hour waiting for you. As I said I wanted us to get better acquainted. Your line of work intrigues me. In the states a female lifeguard would have superior qualities and skills to have such a position. Do you have superior qualities and skills Miss_?
She knew he was talking to her so she had stilled in her tracks. She didn't turn around initially. Her senses were already on alert. The man when he spoke sent shivers up and down her spine. Her heart was beating fast again and her breath had caught in her throat. What was it about this man that threw her off kilter? She was twenty-three years old. Yes, she was a virgin but she knew what went on between a man and a woman. Something had sparked between them. She knew all the different things she was feeling. She wondered if he was feeling them too? He had said earlier that he wanted to get better acquainted. What about Peter? Yes, what about Peter? She was single and involved but she wasn't engaged not really. She hadn't accepted Peter's proposal or his ring. She had simply upped their relationship to heavy petting. If she wanted to explore outside of her relationship with Peter, she was free to do so. She turned around to face him.
"It's Ms. Pope, Olivia Pope."