Fitz POV
After about an hour, I slowly woke up, disoriented and realizing I had dozed off next to Liv. The room is dimly lit, the soft glow of the lamp casting hazy shadows across her peaceful face. I reach out and gently nudge her to wake up. "Liv. Livvie, sweetheart. Come on, let me help you to bed."
She stirs slightly without opening her eyes and mumbles, "Okay." Supporting her weight, I guide her to her bedroom. As we reach her bed, I pull back the plush covers and tenderly tuck her in. I hear her utter a barely audible request, "Stay."
"What did you say, Livvie?" I ask quietly, uncertain.
"Stay," she repeats, her voice barely above a whisper, pulling the blanket up to partially cover her face. I stand at a loss, unsure if she genuinely wants me to stay or if she's only speaking in her sleep. Ultimately, I choose to stay. Hopefully, she won't regret her request in the morning. Circling the bed, I settle in on the opposite side, lying on top of the blanket.
I wake up in an unfamiliar bed, feeling disoriented, until I see her – my enchanted bunny – sleeping peacefully beside me. The clock reads 4:46 am. I need to get up and head home, but as I watch her sleep, I struggle with the desire to stay and the obligation to leave.
I gently press my lips to her cheek, trying not to wake her, and slip out of bed with the grace of a ninja. As I tiptoed to the living room, I glanced at my phone and saw several missed calls from my father and Mellie. I'm relieved I missed them. Grabbing the notepad from the kitchen counter, I hastily scribbled a note about how much I enjoyed our time together and that I'll swing by the studio later. I reach for a bottle of water from the refrigerator and notice it's nearly empty. Where is all her food? All she has in here is water. Does she even take care of herself? I shake my head, knowing I'll have to do something about this.
As I leave the note and the water by the side of the bed, I can't shake the feeling of touching her soft, supple body last night. The things I want to do to her would probably shock her. I don't get the sense that she's that type of girl, but the temptation is undeniable.
I try to clear my mind all the way home, but thoughts of her beautiful eyes and smile keep pulling me back to her. The memory of her lips lingers in my mind. She's a vision of desire, but I have to push these thoughts away. I can't spend my day with a hard-on.
Once I get home, I head straight to my bedroom, shower, and dress. I get the boys up and listen to them get ready for school. I love the sound of their voices, even when they're arguing. We all head downstairs for a quick breakfast before heading out to school.
As we stepped into the kitchen, the familiar sight of Mellie greeted the boys with a warm "Good morning, boys."
"Good morning, Mom," they all said in unison.
"Tristian, are you driving yourself to school today?" Mellie asked, her brow furrowing in concern.
"No, I was hoping Dad would drop me off. I'll get a ride home," Tristian replied. It was an unusual request from him; he usually relished any opportunity to take the car himself.
"Yeah, of course," I replied, a hint of surprise in my voice.
Mellie handed each boy their lunch bags and breakfast sandwiches to go. I hate when they eat in my car, but of course, Mellie doesn't care, even though I've asked her a million times not to give them food on the go. She then informed them that she wouldn't be home until late in the evening, and after discussing her evening plans, she gestured for them to go out to the car.
Once they were gone, in a low voice, she questioned, "Fitz, your father stayed at a hotel last night since you didn't come home. Where were you?"
"Since when do you care?" I shot back, my irritation evident.
"Look, I think we need to talk," she insisted.
"I need to go to work," I replied curtly.
"I'm trying to work with you," she persisted.
"You mean berate me," I shot back.
Mellie took a deep breath and fixed her gaze on me. "Fitz, whatever you're going through, speaking to your father like you did last night is unacceptable. That's your father, and he's trying to help set our family up for success."
"Yeah. Is there anything else? I don't want to be late," I said dismissively. She turned her back to me and left the kitchen without another word, leaving a heavy silence in the air.
I decided to drive myself this morning, and the boys waited patiently in the car for me. As I get in, Teddy asks, "Are we going to see you again before you leave?"
"Yeah, I'll be home tonight before you go to bed. I wouldn't leave without seeing you guys."
"Okay," Teddy responds, going back to his Nintendo Switch.
"Teddy, do you do anything else besides play that Switch?" I asked, horrified that my son spends most of his free time playing a ridiculous game.
"No, dad. That's all he does." David said, trying to antagonize Teddy.
"That's not true, David. I do other things, too."
"Okay, okay, don't start. No fighting; it's too early for that. Just play your game, Teddy." I say not willing to let another full blown argument breakout.
We arrived at school, and David and Teddy kissed me on the cheek before getting out of the car. As they walk away, Tristan hops in the front seat. "How did it go last night?"
I turn to him, questioning his motive for being here, "Did you ask me to drop you off at school so you could question me?"
"Well, I figured you didn't want to discuss this in front of the kids."
"Tristian, you're still one of the kids too."
"I'm 19. I'm an adult now." I let out a deep sigh. Kids.
"It went fine."
"So...what happened?"
"Nothing, we talked."
"That's it?"
"Yes, that's it." I am not at all comfortable discussing my extramarital affairs with my son.
"Come on, dad. I can tell something good is happening. You are happier than I've seen in a while. I promise I won't tell David or Teddy anything."
"Tristian, I don't know how to explain this to you, but this is not good. I'm caught between a woman I really like and the situation I'm in now."
"Are you going to get a divorce? Because if you are, I want to live with you."
"Let's not talk about that right now. I need to stay focused on getting this hotel approved. Then I'll go from there."
"You will, Dad, and then you can prove to Grandpa that you don't need him."
"I don't need him now, Tris. I'm doing this for myself."
We ride in silence the rest of the way to school. As I pull up to the building, Tristan gets out of the car and says, "I love you, Dad." He reaches over, kisses me on the cheek, and then pats me on the leg. "You're the man." He jumps out and runs towards the door. I swear, I have the most amazing kids. How could I be so lucky?
I arrive at the office, and as always, Andrew is flirting with the young ladies. He's a walking sexual harassment case waiting to happen. "Good morning everyone."
Andrew looks at me, surprised and skeptical, "Good Morning. You seem like you're in a good mood?"
I grin at him, "I guess you can say that." I say, looking through the mail Carol hands me.
"You want to tell me what's going on?"
"There's nothing to tell," I say, walking past him.
He follows me into my office; as he closes the door, he says, "Does this have anything to do with Olivia?"
"Let it go, Andrew."
"You generally come here looking like a storm cloud, but now you're practically glowing. Come on. I'm your brother. Spill the details." He says as he takes a seat on the corner of my desk.
I continued opening the mail, never looking up at him. "I spent the night at Olivia's." I recount the evening's events with Dad and my heartfelt conversation with her.
When I mention not sleeping with her, Andrew's eyebrows shoot up. "What's wrong with you, Fitz? You've never passed up an opportunity like that!"
"Andrew, I have told you, she's special."
"You can't say that. You have no idea how special she is if you don't sleep with her." Andrew can't suppress his disbelief. "This is unlike you. What's so special about this woman that you're holding back?"
"She already doesn't trust me, and I want her to. She's been hurt, and she needs to be cared for, not fucked. Besides that, I think she understands me. She can understand the overbearing father, growing up without a mother, the arranged marriage bullshit, she understands life in the spotlight, she knows more about me than I have ever told any woman, and she didn't judge me. She can understand the place I'm in right now, and I need that."
"Interesting.", he says, slapping his hand on my desk. "Well, for your sake, I hope she turns out to be as great as you think she is. But the real question is, how long will you be able to keep up this charade?"
"What charade?"
"The 'I don't need sex act' you have going on."
I take a deep breath. I really didn't think about that. "I'm just going to take it one day at a time."
"You have got to be kidding me. Come on, Fitz, be realistic."
"That is as real as I can be. I don't know. I have to take it one day at a time."
"Well, it's not like you can't sleep with other women if you need to."
"No, I'm not doing that."
"What?! Fitz, I'm your brother. I've known you my whole life. You've known this woman for a heartbeat, and you're going to abstain from sex until she's ready for you, which no one knows how long that's going to be."
"That's my goal."
"Where is my brother?"
"Right here. Now, get out. I have work to do. Oh, by the way, do you know if Dad is still in town? He left the house last night."
"Don't know and don't care." He gets up to walk out of my office.
About two hours into my day, I get a knock on my door. "Come in."
One of my assistants, Alexis, the one who is flying with me to Paris, poked her head in. "Good Morning, Mr. Grant," she greeted me with a smile. Alexis is a 25-year-old brunette goddess with a figure to die for and a mouth that was made to be wrapped around my dick. However, despite all of that, I'm no longer interested. She's just another pretty face with a nice body, and her superficial nature leaves me yearning for someone with more substance, like Liv. Despite my disappointment in her accompanying me on this trip now, I can't deny that she has worked hard for this opportunity, and it would be unfair to replace her. I will keep things strictly professional during our time in Paris and get through the next few days with her.
"What can I do for you, Alexis?"
"I sent the final copy of the itinerary to you."
"Oh, okay. Thank you. I'll look at it, and we can discuss it further later." I keep it brief with her.
"Sure." She pauses for a second. "Um... I'm also free for lunch if you would like to discuss it then or after work. Whatever works for you."
No. We will discuss it during work hours, at work. I can't put myself in a bad position. "We can discuss it after I return from lunch. Thank you. Please close the door on your way out."
She stands there, momentarily surprised at how short I am with her. "Yes, sir." She walks out, closing my door quietly.
I try to focus on work for a few more hours before deciding to bring Liv lunch. I haven't heard from her all morning. I pick up my phone and dial her number, but it goes straight to voicemail. It's 11:30 am, and she should be at the studio by now.
After picking up lunch, Harold drove me to the studio, and as we pulled up, I saw her car parked outside. Why hasn't she answered? I push open the door slowly, and the feeling of unease grows stronger as I step inside.
"Hello. Olivia!?" I called out as I entered the studio, and to my surprise, she peeked out from the storage room, her face registering shock. As she walked towards me, her presence instantly made me smile.
"Hello, Mr. Grant," she greeted me. Something about how she said my name made me feel like a stranger was greeting me. Why the sudden formality?
"Hi," I replied, a curious expression on my face. As I turned my attention to the man emerging from the storage room, it took a moment to register who he was - Jake... Jake Ballard. This can't be...this is the Jake she was talking about? I know of Jake. We move in similar circles, and his reputation with women was enough to make me fume with anger that he was here alone with my little bunny.
'Fitzgerald Grant." The arrogant son of bitch says. He looks shocked to see me here but quickly returns to his calm demeanor.
"Jake...Jake Ballard." He approaches me with his hand out, eyeing me with a glint of challenge. I plaster a smile on my face and return the look on his face with equal intensity. My jaw is starting to clench, and my pulse quickens as I struggle to maintain my composure. I feel a surge of jealousy and anger brewing within me. I want to slap his hand away and punch him in the mouth, but that would be psychotic behavior. The handshake was brief and devoid of warmth, both of us barely concealing our skepticism of each other.
He says, "Surprise seeing you here. How do you know Olivia?"
None of your fucking business, I want to snap back, but before I can open my mouth, Olivia swoops in with a calm and collected response, "Mr. Grant is here to discuss commissioning a painting for the Grant Hotel right down the road."
Her lie surprises me, but I know I have to play along. "Yes, she's a very talented artist," I hastily interject.
"Indeed she is," Jake chimes in, eyeing me curiously. The air hangs heavy with unspoken tension as he glances at the bag in my hand. "You two having lunch?" he asks.
Olivia jumps in again, continuing with her white lie, "Yeah, a working lunch."
"I see," Jake responds, sizing me up. The discomfort is written all over Olivia's face as she nervously asks, "Jake, do you mind if we catch up later?"
"Of course, I'll call you tonight," Jake says, and I can feel the anger steady rising inside me. I don't want him to feel comfortable enough to call my girl.
"Sure," she says with a warm smile. I watch him walk up to her and gently kiss her cheek. The sight makes my blood boil.
"Well, Fitz, it was good to see you. We'll have to get together and catch up some time," Jake offers.
"Right. That would be great," I respond, trying to mask just how much I detest him. Get together, my ass.
As soon as the door closes, I turn to her. "What the hell was that? Your ex-boyfriend is Jake Ballard?"
"I see you two know each other." Her eyebrows raise, and a slight smirk tugs at the corners of her mouth. When she realizes I am not amused, her expression turns serious. "Fitz, calm down."
"Seriously. This is the guy? Do you know this man? Do you know his reputation? You're worried about being seen with me but not him?"
"Fitz, you need to calm down," she says, taking the bag from my hand and walking toward the storage room. "Thank you for lunch."
I follow her, "Why did you lie to him about me?" She reminds me of the necessity of discretion due to my marital status, and I can't argue with her about that. She's made it very clear to me that it matters to her, but that doesn't mean I'm okay with him being alone with her.
"Why? Why was he here?" I seethed, struggling to contain the anger bubbling inside me.
"Not that I have to explain that to you because he is my friend," she says, her voice laced with defiance as she defends him. "But he's been helping me plan my opening night."
"Well, I can help you with that too," I interjected sharply, fighting to mask the twinge of jealousy creeping into my tone. "You don't need him. I have more resources at my disposal than he does anyway. What do you need? I can hire a planner for you."
"I'm fine, Fitz. Can we not talk about Jake." She walks up to me and places a gentle kiss on my cheek. "Like I said, thank you for lunch." The moment she touches me, I soften my expression, and my shoulders relax.
"Why didn't you text or call me this morning? I thought maybe you were upset with me or something." I say, sounding like a desperate man.
"No, I'm not upset with you. I was going to call you, but I didn't want to bother you at work. I figured you would be pretty busy."
"You can call me anytime, day or night. It doesn't matter." She nods with a smile as she takes a satisfying bite out of her muffin. "As a matter of fact, you can also stop by to see me anytime if you want. I'll let the front desk know. Someone will bring you straight up to my office. Also, you should eat your sandwich before your muffin."
A laugh escapes her lips as she shake her head. "Sure thing...dad," she quip sarcastically.
As we enjoy our lunch, our conversation turns to the upcoming trip to Paris. She pouts and teases me about missing her. "Will you miss me?" she asks with a sly smile.
"Of course I will," I assure her, returning her playful banter. "I'll be calling you every day while I'm away."
"You don't have to call me every day, you know," she says with a soft laugh. "I'm sure you have more important things to do than obsess over me."
"There's nothing wrong with wanting to talk to you every day. That is not obsessive." I insist, especially with that bozo hanging around.
She chuckles, her eyes sparkling. "Okay."
After finishing lunch, I start getting ready to return to the office. "I won't have a chance to see you before I leave. Tomorrow's packed, but I want to see you as soon as I get back," I say, urgency creeping into my voice.
"Such a demanding man," she teases.
"Yes, little bunny, that's precisely what I am." As she walks me to the door, I suddenly pull her into an embrace. "Oh, by the way, you look absolutely beautiful today. I can't believe I didn't mention that earlier."
"You didn't, but flattery will get you everywhere," she retorts, leaning in to meet my kiss halfway. I can't help but acknowledge the developing closeness between us. "Now, get out of here so I can work," she says with a sly grin.
"Yes, ma'am," I reply with a smile as I leave, feeling the lingering warmth of her lips on mine.
As I slide into the car, my mind jumps from the memory of Olivia's captivating smile to the infuriating image of that worthless piece of shit, Jake. I can't fathom how someone like her is intertwined with a smug prick like him.
As the seconds ticked by, my anger grew stronger, fueled by his unwelcome presence in her life. By the time I reached the hotel, I was wound up tighter than a coiled spring. "Andrew! My office, now!" I barked, the tension in the air so thick my employees put their heads down, trying to avoid my gaze. As I stepped into my office, I made a beeline for the bourbon, desperate to calm this raging fire within me.
Andrew peaks his head around the corner of my door. "What's going on? Why are you yelling?"
"Get in here and close the door!" He does it quickly and walks straight to my desk, taking a seat on it.
"What did I do?"
"What do you know about Jake Ballard?"
"Jake Ballard. Jake. Judge Ballard's kid?
"What do you know about him?"
"What do I know about him? He...um...he works for Davis Polk & Wardwell. He's a phenomenal lawyer, asshole, cocky, arrogant, he's an entitled snob. His family is full of judges. He's also quite the playboy." While he talks, I pace the floor in front of the window; I can feel steam coming out of my head. "Why? What's going on, Fitz?"
"Olivia! Her ex-boyfriend is fucking Jake Ballard! This is the asshole who is trying to fuck her!"
"Okay, okay. Lower your voice and calm down. How do you know that? Why don't you take a seat."
"I do not want to sit down!"
"Okay, that's cool too. How do you know it's her ex-boyfriend?"
"Because I saw him!" I exclaimed, my breath coming in short, angry bursts. "When I went to see Olivia, he was there. He kissed her on the cheek before he left, right in front of me! Intentionally...I might add. So, while I'm in Paris, this jerk-off is going to be creeping around her, especially now that he knows I'm interested in her. I could see it in his eyes. She's already fragile. The last thing she needs is him hurting her again!"
"How does he know you're interested in her?" He says, now moving to sit in the chair in front of my desk.
"I just know."
I don't understand what you're talking about. Tell me exactly what happened."
I take a deep breath and join him in sitting. "I went to the studio. He was there. He asked how I knew her, and she lied to him, saying I was there to discuss her doing a painting for the hotel. He gave me a look. You know, the kind of look that says he sees right through the lies. Jake knows I wouldn't come down to an unknown artist's studio to discuss a hotel painting and bring lunch."
"True."
"He knows."
"Why did she lie?"
"Because I'm fucking married!" I say, slamming my hand on the desk.
"Okay, bro. I got it. I got it. Just calm down. I've never seen you like this over a chick."
"She is not just a chick!"
"Why was he there?" he asked, puzzled.
"I guess he's helping her with her opening. She'll let him help her, but when I offer, she turns me down! What the hell is that?!"
"Fitz, how long have they known each other?"
"I guess since college."
"Okay, so upwards of 10 years or more. You can't get mad that she's getting help from him. You just came along a couple of days ago. Use your brain, Fitz, and stop letting your emotions control you. This crazy rage thing you're doing for a woman you've known since the weekend is not attractive. Did you act like this at the studio?"
His words hit me like a ton of bricks. "No. I was very calm, but Jake and I will have some words. How am I supposed to stop her from sleeping with him while I'm in Paris?"
"If she's been able to resist him up to this point, then I think her vagina will be okay till you get back from Paris." He says, rolling his eyes.
"Don't be cute, Andrew," I say, frustration lacing my words. "How am I supposed to handle this? I can't just tell her to get rid of him. She doesn't listen to reason, and she definitely doesn't do what I say. It's maddening."
"Well, that's the danger of vanilla relationships. That's why I prefer just to buy them. It's so much simpler. There's no arguing or fighting. They do what you tell them, no questions asked," he says casually.
"But I don't want that anymore. I want her."
"Fine, then you have to be willing to give her an ultimatum. Either you go, or Jake goes," he says, folding his arms as if he's just offered the perfect solution.
"Yeah, and then if I do that, she'll choose him, you idiot," I shake my head and wave him off. "You are not helping me. Just go."
"Fine. Don't call me anymore about your girlfriend problems, and stop yelling my name through the office. You scared the shit of me." he says sarcastically as he makes his way out of my office. A few seconds later, he returns his head to the door and adds, "I'm just kidding about the girlfriend thing. Call me. I want to know everything that's going on." I roll my eyes; he's so childish.
As I put the final touches on everything I needed for the trip, I tried my best to push thoughts of the Jake dilemma from my mind. It was time to head home, spend quality time with the boys, and finally call Olivia.
When I arrived home, the silence in the house was surprisingly unusual, a rare gift in the chaos of everyday life. I poured myself a quick drink and threw it back before I headed upstairs to check on the boys.
I hear the sound of music drifting from Tristian's room. I knock on the door gently and open it. All three boys are here, "Hey guys."
"Hey, Dad," they all say in unison.
"How was your day?" David asked.
It was the day from hell! I'm going to lose my girl to a jackass. "My day was...the same as always, better when I see you guys."
"You wanna watch a movie with us?" Teddy asks with excitement written all over his face.
"I would love that. Let me shower and make a phone call, and I'll be back. Is all your homework done?"
Teddy speaks up, "I'm almost done."
"Finish it now. That goes for all of you. Homework is the first thing you do when you get home. You know that."
"Yes, Dad," Tristian says, pulling out his book bag.
"Where's your mom?"
"She still out with Claire." Nice. No Mellie here. Whenever she goes out with Claire, they spend hours bashing their husbands while they get drunk, which means I will have a nice, peaceful night at home with the boys.
As I step into my room, I first jump into a quick, refreshing shower and swap out my clothes for a navy sweatshirt and shorts. Glancing at my phone, the time reads 8:27 pm. I dial Olivia's number, but there's no response. What's going on? Why is she not picking up? Twice in one day. It's irritating the shit out of me. As I look at my phone, I can't help but wonder if she's ignoring my calls because she's talking to him.
I decided to call her again. No answer. What the hell is she doing? Where is she? I start to pace the floor, allowing my mind to run away with me. Is he there with her? Has she had too much to drink? Jake would definitely take advantage of her. Are they in bed? What if he's forcing himself on her, and she can't get to the phone? And then, just as I'm about to lose my composure, my phone suddenly rings, and I snatch it up off the bed with fury. "Olivia. Where have you been?" I say sternly.
"Hello to you too. I was taking a shower. What is your problem?" She says, annoyed and a little surprised.
"You were taking a shower? Are you alone?"
"Yes."
I relax my shoulders and take a deep breath, "I...I didn't know. I'm sorry." I laugh nervously.
"What are you so upset about?"
"I thought...maybe...you were with...um...Jake."
"Are you serious? That is what you are this upset about. You need to get a hold of yourself." She says sternly. "Jake and I are friends and nothing else. How many times do I have to tell you that?"
"I know... I'm just concerned. You don't know Jake like I do."
"How long have you been close friends with Jake?"
"We're not close friends, never have been."
"Exactly my point. I know Jake, you do not. We are friends, and that's all."
"I'm sorry," I say, feeling like an idiot. She and Andrew are right. I need to get ahold of myself.
"You should be. You have no reason to be jealous or behave this way. Fitz, I like you, but I don't like this whole thing you're doing."
"Liv, I'm not trying to be controlling; I'm just looking out for you. I know this guy, and he's a womanizer. He is the king of banging cocktail waitresses."
"Well, good for him. I don't really care because I'm not interested in an intimate relationship with him."
"Okay, but does he know that?"
"Yes, he does, Fitz. Is this going to be a problem? I won't spend my time arguing with a man I can't have about a man I don't want."
Hell yeah, it's a problem. I don't want this asshole hovering around her. She is mine, but to say that will be the end of whatever we have going here, so I lie. "No, it's not a problem. I just don't want you to get hurt. That's all. I don't like him, and I don't like him around you."
"I'm fine. So don't worry about it. Let's change the subject. What are you up to?"
Unfortunately, honey, that's all I'm going to worry about till he's gone. I let out a deep sigh. "I'm about to watch a movie with the boys before bed."
"That sounds good. What time do you leave tomorrow?" The whole tone in her voice has changed, and not for the better.
"I leave tomorrow night at about 8 pm."
"Well, why don't you go watch your movie and then get some sleep." She says, sounding even more detached. Shit, I hope I didn't fuck up and push too hard about Jake.
"Yeah, I should."
"Have a safe trip. I'll see you when you get back."
"Liv, before you hang up...are you upset with me?"
She's silent for a moment. "I'm not upset, annoyed, yes. I don't want anyone telling me what I can or cannot do, especially a man I've known for a few days. I am not stupid. I can make my own decisions."
"I am not trying to imply that you are stupid; that is the last thing I think about you. I worry about someone like Jake, but if you tell me you're fine, I have to go with that."
"Well, I am, and I don't want to keep discussing this with you."
I have to bite my tongue not to lose my shit completely. Jake is a parasite, and he has to go. "Got it."
"Have a good night, Fitz." Before I could respond, our call disconnected. I'm floored. Did she hang up on me? This woman is infuriating!
I spend the next couple of hours watching Jurassic Park with the boys. After we finish, I take each of them to their rooms and tuck them into bed, even Tristian. They all want me to treat them more like men, but they will always be my little curly-headed boys running around; and I'm thankful they occasionally appease me and let me have my way.
I head to my room and crawl into bed, struggling to rid my mind of the image of him kissing her as he left the studio. It's easier said than done. I glance at the clock one last time before my eyes shut; it reads 11:16 pm.
The next time I open my eyes, the clock reads 2:37 am. I feel someone rubbing my stomach and hip and kissing my neck. I would have to be dreaming for it to be Olivia, but I know I'm not. It can only be a nightmare - Mellie. I turn quickly to see her face in the moonlight. "What the hell are you doing in my bed?"
As soon as she speaks, I can smell the alcohol on her breath. "It's been a long time, Fitz. I thought maybe...we could...you know."
"You know what?!" I hastily get out of bed, flip the light on, and look at her disgustedly.
"What the hell is your problem, Fitz? You can't tell me no, I'm your wife. You can sleep with everyone else, but you won't sleep with your wife?" Her speech is slurred, and I know she's ready for a fight.
"I'm not doing this with you, Mellie. I need to get up for work soon. I don't have time for this."
"You never do, you selfish bastard. Are you saving yourself for your precious assistant or...wait, let me guess... you're a Grant, you probably have a whore pre-ordered waiting for you in Paris. Am I right?"
"Mellie, you're drunk."
"One day, Fitz, you'll pay for how you treat me. One day, you, your father, your brother, all of you will get what you deserve."
"Oh, are you mad at Dad too, your best buddy, your partner in crime, quite literally?"
"You know what? You're not good enough for me. You never were."
"Can you leave now so I can go back to sleep?"
"Fine. I don't know why I'm in here wasting my time on you. You're not that good in bed anyway."
"Okay, Mellie."