Chapter 34

"Stop staring Sir Fitz and get your butt out of those clothes!"

"You can't blame a guy for admiring the view, Livvy. You are so damned beautiful. You look delectable, in fact good enough to eat. That last move you made has me wanting to taste you."

Olivia walked over to the bed and said to her fiancé, "Open your mouth." She placed the finger she had moments ago buried within herself inside of his mouth. He sensually sucked the finger in and out a few times before he spoke.

"You taste sweet as honey. All of that sweet honey is for me, right?"

"Just for you. All for you."

His shirt and tee were stripped from his body. He stood, unbuckled, and unzipped his pants. They dropped to the floor. Standing there in his Versace boxer briefs looking so fine made Olivia's breath seize in her lungs. Fitz was an eye-catching male specimen. She had zeroed in on the fact that his briefs were housing a significant erection. Olivia reached down and ran her hand across all that masculinity. He sucked oxygen deep into his lungs at her touch.

"I love it when you're glad to see me Fitz."

"Free me, Sweet Baby. I want you to really touch me. I need you to touch me."

She pulled the Versace boxer briefs down to his feet. He stepped out of them. In all his magnificent glory he stood before her naked and very vulnerable. This woman owned him and he knew it. He craved her like the oxygen he breathed.

Her hands surrounded him and started a motion older than time. He closed his eyes, thankful. He was back with her again. She was real and she was his! Her hands felt like a velvet glove as they rotated around his dick. He thought he was at full length, he was wrong! He could feel himself growing harder and longer still. His eyes had opened and now he watched her with raw, stark need.

That first touch had made him realize how much he missed her. She was his beloved. She was his everything. He was right to drop everything and come to her. He needed her just as much as she needed him. It had been much too long for the both of them. Her touch was quickly taking him to a place he had needed to go for weeks!

"You have the hands of an angel. God, I've missed you, Livvy. Your touch can bring me to my knees."

"I've missed too. Before the night is over, I expect we both shall be brought to our knees. God, I want this inside of me!"

"I know you do. I intend for you to have it, all of it. Shortly. We are both very needy. Let's slow things down just a little. Join me on the bed Livvy"

Olivia pulled all the coverings to the foot of the bed leaving only a bottom sheet. She crawled to the middle of the bed and she sat. She crossed her legs and sat there impatient, and awaiting their pleasure. His angel could cop an attitude about bed sport. She was bossy in the sexual realm and he loved it!

"How do we slow this down a "little" with both of us on red hot fuck alert, Sir Fitz? Look at you! You're leaking."

"We can slow it down milady. As you pointed out and can see, I'm as eager as you are. But I prefer to savor this auspicious reunion for a while. You won't suffer in the least I promise. Let's slow it down and let me love you the way you deserved to be loved. Thorough, is what I prefer. Don't you enjoy thorough?"

"Of course, I do. I didn't mean to be bossy and so forward. It's been so long. Forgive me."

"It has been a long time, but all is fair is love, Livvy. Between us everything is above board. You can be bossy and forward. In fact, you can be anything you want. I love you girl, so much. Every single thing about your bossy self I love."

Fitz had joined her on the bed. He immediately framed her face and kissed her soundly. He traced her lips with his finger and then pressed it into her mouth. Her lips closed around it and she chose to suck on it seductively just as he had done. His other hand was slowly circling her areola and just barely grazing her nipples. All of it was so simple yet so erotic. He stopped the finger play and pushed her down on the bed.

Olivia's breathing quickly became shallow, her heart was racing, and her body had become anticipatory. She loved Fitz being "thorough" because there was nothing in the world like it. He came down atop of her placing his long hard length between her legs. Slowly and steadily her rocked her. He kissed her thoroughly before his mouth moved to her breasts. Her body arced from the bed with the first licks he gave her nipples. Then he began to suckle her like a man possessed. Alternatively, he was blowing warm air from his mouth over her tender and moist nipples. From one to the other he ravenously sucked giving them both pleasure.

Fitz' manipulations to her breast went directly to her core. Not to mention the sensations she felt as he continued to slowly rock against her kitty kat! In fact, he made her pussy quiver and want to spit. Her walls were clenching. He had her moaning and ready to explode. She was nearly at that point and he knew it. Her eyes were wild with fire. He stared back at her, putting little love bites to her nipples. Her body simultaneously rocked onto the hardness between her legs.

It was a combination meant to thrill. He wanted her first of the night to be momentous and explosive. It would set the tone for the rest of their rendezvous! She was so close. Air escaped her mouth in little puffs before she spoke.

"Fitz. Please, make me."

He freed a hand from her breasts to push himself a few inches inside her. He swirled around just enough to coat himself with her sweet nectar. Olivia's hands were in his hair holding him to her breast as he pulled and sucked forcefully. Pulling out, he began to rub the slick bulbous head across her nubbin again and again. It was exactly what she needed to send her over the edge. Olivia screamed his name as she came hard and forcefully. He pushed himself all the way in to feel her walls ripple across his dick. It was glorious. He started to move absorbing her aftershocks. Dammit she felt so good. It would only take a couple of well-placed strokes to take him where he wanted to go. His body needed release but he curbed the urge and kept his movement minimal. Olivia was coming out of her euphoria. She opened her eyes to stormy gray ones. They were focused solely on her as he continued to move within her.

"I could fuck you all night Olivia Pope."

"I know you could. I've seen you do it. That felt so good. It was thorough."

He laughed on the upstroke and started to pick up the pace. His powerful thrusts were beginning to ignite the fires within his fiancée again. She was now with him in his efforts to take them to glory. She moved sensually beneath him like the siren she was. Her eyes staring directly into his. Both of lovers now focused on more pleasure.

Their current position, referred to as missionary is underrated simply because most individuals are doing it wrong. He had taught her to meet him stroke for stroke for maximum friction and effect. They alternated between both legs up, locked around his waist, one leg down, one leg up, both legs down; all drawn out to give them the most pleasure. Missionary was desirable but it was mostly used as foreplay for the lovers.

When Fitz held the reins and basically took what he wanted, Olivia loved it. He gave her some of her most thrilling orgasms. On the other hand, Fitz loved turning things over to Olivia. She took what she wanted but she gave back so much more. For now, he held the reins. There wasn't any telling when the night would end. They were both starved for each other. Finally placing both legs on his shoulders, he brought Olivia to her second and third searing climax back-to-back. The urge for him to come was becoming overwhelming at this point.

Olivia praised him for his prowess and professed her love for him. She reached up to touch his precious face. "What about you, my love? You know I'm counting. You may never catch up."

He was still stroking deep within her. The aftershocks of her most recent orgasm squeezing him still, making him so hot. He was good and ready but he wouldn't spill until he had Olivia right there with him. It gave him significantly more pleasure when they exploded together. Slowly he eased from her and onto his knees.

"Okay, my little mathematician. Turn over Sweet Baby, let me love you this way. I want to be so very deep inside you when I come. I've dreamed of nothing else for weeks."

"I've dreamed of it too." She knew what he wanted. She turned over and got on her knees. She looked back at him and smiled. "Come to me, love me." And he did.

He had arrived at Olivia's at one-thirty in the morning. It was now almost five-thirty. Yes, it had been a marathon. What did they not experience in those four hours would be the question? They'd had a mutual oral experience that had left them both weak. An extended recovery period was needed for both of them. The sex between them had been completely off the chain.

The count was eight to three. His fiancée counted but he didn't because the numbers was immaterial to him. He wasn't multi-orgasmic like Olivia, but the intensity of his climaxes was like nothing he had ever felt. He could basically empty himself and still be hard and needing her again in minutes.

Right now, they needed to get some sleep. It would be eight o'clock before they knew it. Olivia was already crashed. Their last simultaneous climax had also left them weak. Olivia had drifted into perfect slumber in his arms. It had been a wonderful morning. He was so glad to be reunited with her. He had missed her terribly. Thanks to heaven above they would be together soon on a regular basis. It wasn't a perfect arrangement but it was the best they could do for now. He would be in Massachusetts on weekends and Holidays. Hopefully her schedule as an intern would include him from time to time. At this point he was happy with what they had worked out. They would adjust. He would adjust.

The woman wrapped snugly in his arms was his life now. His job was to love her and keep her happy. That he could do. That he would do. He pushed errant strands of hair from her face and brushed a kiss across her lips. His heart was bursting with love for her. She wasn't his wife yet, but she would be. For now, he could live with that. He pulled her close, closing his eyes preparing for sleep to overtake him. Like Sleeping Beauty herself, his kiss had awakened Olivia.

"Fitz, I dozed off on you. You wore me out, Babe. I'm sorry. Where were we? Tell me what you want?"

"Go back to sleep, Sweet Baby. We're done for this morning. I just want you in my arms as you are now. Let me hold you and you get some rest."

"Are you sure? You've been without me for weeks. I'm here for you, whatever you need."

"I know you are. We both had our heart's desire this morning. We're together and we just had the most loving sexual interlude. You were magnificent Livvy. You fulfilled my wildest dreams of the past few weeks. I love you! I loved being with you tonight, actually this morning. It was the best. You need to sleep for a couple of hours before we head out to find our house this morning. We have tonight, Olivia. Tonight, we shall pick up where we left off. Does that sound like a plan?"

"It's a wonderful plan. Thank-you for being such a desirable fiancé. You give me so much. You're so understanding. You're my everything. And you're the best lover in the whole wide world. This morning was fantastic. My body is still tingling. What time is it anyway?"

"Just past five-thirty. Go back to sleep. I have my watch set for seven-thirty. We'll get a quick shower, dress, and present ourselves ready to house hunt at eight. Sweet dreams, Livvy.

Gabriella and the realtor were sitting at the island in the kitchen going over the notes the realtor had made. The woman also had a more detailed portfolio of the properties involved. It was seven-forty-five and they were scheduled to leave here at eight. She wasn't concerned that Fitz and Olivia hadn't made an appearance yet. Her son believed in punctuality. They would be on time. He had called her last night to let her know that he was coming to Cambridge. He was going to surprise Olivia. He was able to pull a few strings and break away.

Personally, Gabriella was glad he was able to come here. The house is usually the domain of the wife or girlfriend. Olivia being very young, was still second guessing herself a little. Never having been in love before she was worrying about missteps. She should be the most secure woman on the planet about Fitz and their relationship. Her son worshipped the ground she walked on. This was a big step making a commitment to purchase a house. Olivia had wanted Fitz' input but she had refused to pressure him. His showing up here, making a point to show his commitment was a good thing. Gabriella was sure that it made Olivia very happy.

No doubt there had been a reunion this morning. And if Fitz were his father's son, which he most definitely was. There was a certain amount of catching up to do. The Grant men were very passionate and very loving. They were also extremely sexual. She could only imagine the nature of the reunion sex that reverberated throughout the morning in the master suite. Hopefully, the two of them had gotten some sleep!

Her son arrived in the kitchen at seven-fifty. He was dressed casual. White shirt, jeans, boots, and a black cashmere scarf hanging around his neck. He had a great coat and hat in his hands. He looked like a GQ model stepped from the cover. The realtor, an older woman that was hardly ready for the back burner, did a double take. Fitzgerald Grant III looked good and the realtor was admiring what she saw. She had seen pictures of all the Grants. Seeing the movie star mother and now the renown bachelor and playboy son in person had been extraordinary. Magazines hadn't done either one of them justice.

"Good morning, Fitz. This is Mrs. Albertson from Damascus Realty. I understand that you hired her yourself but have never formerly met her. Mrs. Albertson, my son, Fitzgerald Grant."

"Good morning, Mrs. Albertson. This is our first face to face meeting. We talked very briefly on the phone. She mainly talked to Drey, Mrs. McDaniels. So very nice to meet you. Miss Pope will be right out. We are most eager to find the right place for us. Based on the enthusiasm I've seen from the two most important women in my life, I would say you've done well so far."

"Good morning. Thank-you, Mr. Grant for you vote of confidence. I've been in property sales in the greater Boston area for more than twenty years. Once I knew what you were looking for coming up with areas that would best suit your needs was easy. And apparently giving that list to your mother and Miss Pope has made my job even easier. We have five wonder properties to explore and I'm sure one will be exactly what you are looking for!"

"I hope so. I anticipate that some remodeling or changes may have to be made. I prefer those changes all be done before we actually move in. I detest living on a property that is being worked on for any length of time. So, time is of the essence. We intend to move into the property in June. That would be the first week of June. I haven't actually seen much about the properties we are to see today. I'm excited to so."

"Good morning, everyone. I made it before eight. Isn't that nice Fitz?"

"It is. You've met Mrs. Albertson?"

"Yes, I have. I'm eager to get started. What is the plan?"

"I have portfolios on all the properties for you to peruse. You can study them as we go or I have the capability to show you videos of each property before we leave. They both offer vivid details of the properties. I didn't realize you would be here Mr. Grant. I only brought two portfolios. I can print a third copy ASAP if you want it. So do you want to watch the video or shall we start out touring?"

"What do you prefer Olivia? This is your thing and entirely up to you."

"I would prefer that we move on to the properties. Gabriella and I have already narrowed this thing down to three properties. We can discuss the pros and cons as we travel. Since security will be transporting us, you will be able to concentrate on us entirely and not Boston traffic. This was what Gabriella and I had decided on Fitz. Is that okay with you?"

"Of course, my love. It's a great plan."

"I'm sure Gabriella and Fitz have been gracious hosts but is there anything I can get you this morning before we leave. Juice, coffee, bagel, or a pastry?"

"No, I'm fine. I enjoyed a delicious cup of cappuccino with Mrs. Grant already. We shall head out whenever you say. And if we can all agree and if you prefer, we can dismiss with the formalities. I'm Alice."

"Excellent idea. As you know, I'm Olivia. This is Fitz and you've met his mother, Gabriella. Shall we go?

Meanwhile back in the Caymans it was indeed Saturday. Per usual, since Tessa Adderley had left Overton Place, her days were filled with loneliness. She missed Olivia. Her daughter had gone back to Massachusetts in November. Olivia leaving had set off a tremendous event in her life. Things would never be the same again. They still talked once a week, sometimes more since she had left Thomas. Olivia was concerned about her but she had been determined to let her figure this thing out of her own.

Olivia had told her point blank she was going to have to work through this herself. She didn't want to offer advice or anything for that matter. She had made it clear that she wasn't going to be the buffer in her parent's mess another day. Tessa couldn't fault her because it had been a mess! For years Olivia had been the only thing holding them together. Olivia had played along with the perfect family façade just as she had. Tessa realized she was on her own. She should be. Olivia had a life of her own now.

Olivia had first rebelled against the façade after she had gone to the states to attend university. Being out of the family dynamic showed her how screwed up her family was. No one ruled a family the way Thomas Pope had done for years. No one disowned their only son as Thomas Pope had. No one treated a wife like he did. To Olivia's never-ending embarrassment, the entire island knew her father was a philanderer. Even Tommy had known and had kept it from her! It was partly the reason for his estrangement from his father along with the fact that he had chosen to love someone his father disapproved of! The revelation of Thomas Pope's "secret" life had devastated Olivia. She had admired her father so much. The news of what he really was sent her into a whirlwind.

Olivia had come to Tessa after confronting Tommy. She couldn't believe that they wouldn't tell her something of that import! The way she had found out had been demoralizing. She had learned of Thomas' infidelity and duplicity through one of her school classmates. The girl was actually a part of her father's harem. Her classmate had outed her father to Olivia. She told her about the room at Bellehaven. It was a fact that her father gave her and other women money for sex. Olivia had come to Tessa in tears. She had begged Tessa to tell her it wasn't true. She could not. She would never forget the sorrow and pity in Olivia's eyes.

"Why would you put up with it, Momma? You go out of your way to see that he has a perfect life and a perfect home once he walks through that door. You treat him like a king! Yet he makes a complete fool of you. The entire island discusses you behind your back! You must walk away Momma. This situation is unhealthy and disgusting."

That very night she had to tell her daughter lies on top of lies to get her to let her handle the situation. She had to convince Olivia that the fault lies with her. It was the only way to get her to drop it. It was her fault that her husband was an adulterer. His touch repulsed her. She was unable to meet his sexual needs so he went elsewhere. They had an understanding. It wasn't perfect but it was her life and it was what she had chosen. She had agreed to his duplicity.

Tessa didn't want the family totally destroyed. Tommy was already lost to them. If her father was to learn that Olivia knew about his double life it would turn the family upside down. She had to convince Olivia that she was happy with things as they were. She begged her to say nothing. She didn't for years. In fact, Olivia became part of the farce. Buffering, helping her mother keep the peace.

Outside of the home Thomas put on airs treating Tessa like a queen to the public. Behind closed doors she was hardly more than a servant in her own home and an occasional partner in his bed. She had never refused him even though she knew he only turned to her as a last resort. Because there was money involved with his paramours, Tessa suspected his appetites were perverse! He bedded a lot of women but he gave them money or was fronting bills for them. For Tessa that was telling.

When Olivia had walked away from Overton Place with her lover. Tess knew it had been a sign given directly to her. It wasn't like she hadn't been planning her get-away for years. She had been waiting for the right opportunity. She hid her money and bided her time. Now she was free. Freedom had not come without a price. This morning she sat in her bed channel surfing hoping to find something to take her mind off of her sorrows. Nothing in the current lineups interested her. She was in the total dumps today. For some reason she was reliving episodes of her life with Thomas. Why would she be dwelling on that today of all days?

She had assumed the catalyst for her walking out the door on her horrible marriage would've been Thomas escalating his control over her to include violence. In the early years his MO had mostly been silent emotional abuse. Later he had started to berate her, often screaming his displeasure. Occasionally he had pushed and shoved her and told her to get out of his sight. When the escalations were high and out of control, she would try to be small and unseen. Sometimes it worked and others it didn't.

Lots of times even Thomas could sense that his anger was too great. He would gain control and banish her from his sight telling her to get out of his house. She and Tommy would end up at her sisters for a few days. A couple of times she had been bruised. Her sisters had zoned in on it, of course. The first time he actually struck her she had run from the house on her own. It had shocked her so badly she couldn't even cry about it. Her sisters had called a meeting. They wanted her to leave him on the spot. Because she wouldn't leave him her sisters eventually refused to offer her sanctuary.

Didn't they understand? If she left it would've all been for nothing. She was trying to save the marriage. She prayed for her abusive husband to change. She had to for her sanity. Hadn't she given up real love for this mess? She hadn't any choice but to return to his lair for more abuse.

The second time she was struck her because she had "sassed" him. He hit her so hard she became dizzy and disoriented. She had fallen to the knees. He had looked at her with loathing and told her to get out of his sight. He wasn't sure what he would do if she didn't. No wife of his would talk sass to him.

"Go to you sisters and don't come back until you know how to treat your husband. I'm tired of trying to teach you to be a proper wife."

This particular night Tessa decided to be even more defiant. He had no right to strike her like that. She had turned around and stepped into his space. God, how she wanted to slap the smirk from his face. She despised him so! She'd had enough of him.

"I'm leaving. I'm taking Tommy and I'm going. And I'm never, ever coming back. You haven't any right to strike me! I will get a divorce."

"You may go anywhere you wish and never return. You're little good to me anyway. However, you won't take my son anywhere! The boy stays with me! You're unfit you know. The courts will give me custody of him. I'll tell them what type of wife and mother you really are! The housekeeper is the one the boy clings to! Go on wherever you want to but Tommy stays here. Go get out of my sight!"

Tessa wasn't sure what he would do because of her defiance but she never considered that he would want Tommy. He barely paid any attention to his son unless they were in the public eye. Surely, he was only being boisterous!

"Tommy's my son! You don't even like him. You've practically have ignored him his entire life! He needs his mother. You haven't any right to take him away from me!"

"Go Tessa and get your head together. You don't talk back to me! Ever! You brought that slap across your face on yourself. I'll give you some time to get your head together and get back here and apologize. When Tommy gets home from kindergarten tomorrow you had best be here. if not, I promise you, I will file for full custody. Tommy is mine!"

She had walked out the door and put her back to the door and hung her head. He would do it! He would take her son from her and kick her out into the street. More than six years into the marriage and it was nothing but a failure on every level. Where would she go? Her sisters wanted no parts of her if she chose to stay with such a man. Plus, she didn't want to face their scorn and ridicule. They had told her not to go back after the first episode of domestic violence. She had no one. No one that cared about her. She trekked to the bus stop that was about a quarter mile from her subdivision. She was so lost and alone. No one really loved her but her five-year old son that was completely controlled by her husband,

She got on the bus and rode it to the end of the line. She paid again to keep riding. She felt so alone and unloved. There had been someone that loved her once. He had professed it every time they were together. Of course, that had been years ago. He'd been her friend and her lover then. He had once said he'd do anything for her. Would he still? She just needed a place to go to clear her head. He had been ignoring her for years as if she didn't exist. She did exist and he had been her friend once.

"Excuse me sir, what bus would I take to Rexton Way from here? It's in the Mayfair subdivision."

"That would be the Twenty. Get you a transfer to Eight and wait for it on the corner of Meade and Fifth Streets. Are you alright madame. You seem distracted and you rode across the entire Island twice."

"I'm fine thank-you. Thanks for the information. I'm all turned around." Her thoughts were all over the place. Something was driving her to go to him. She wouldn't turn back now! "Please let me know where to get off for the transfer."

So, she had taken to bus to Mayfair and walked straight up to his door. During their romance Tessa always had cab money. Jimmy had seen to her having it. He had been as eager to see her as she was to see him. He would open the door and she would fall into his arms. What would he do tonight after all these years was the question?

He had let her in and initially had admonished her for coming. It was almost dark. Why was she here? She had no place else to go? She had implored him to allow her to stay. She would sleep on a couch or even the floor. He was going to deny her. It was there in his stance and tone. He didn't want her there. Then he had seen the reddening marks on her face. It was the imprint of her husband's hand.

Jimmy was livid because he knew that Thomas had struck her. He would have left his home and possibly committed murder if she hadn't stopped him the only way that she knew how. It had no doubt startled him that she would proposition him but she had no choice. He had turned back to her because he had wanted her. She saw it! She had wanted him too. She had always wanted Jimmy, yet she had married another man.

Now she was free and she was going to have to fight to get Jimmy Lockheed back. She was moving into his neighborhood and he wouldn't miss her as she made her way about the island in her beautiful new car. She wasn't the raving beauty she once was but she was passably pretty. She had gotten a few stretch marks with Olivia but she hadn't let her body go. She still loved him and if they had a chance, she was going to take it. She had an ace in the hole but did she dare use it? It was complicated and messy. It was not something she was necessarily proud of but what choice did she have? Anyway, it may never come to that.

She needed to eat something and pull herself out of this funk and feel sorry fest she was in. She had been given a second chance in life. She wouldn't blow it.

By mutual agreement they had gone straight to number three on the list and Olivia hadn't been impressed. It had presented better on paper but it simply didn't appeal to Olivia. She knew in her heart she couldn't be content in that house. She wasn't going to waste time viewing the entire property. She explained her feelings to Fitz and he had cut the walk through short. If Olivia wasn't feeling the place, it was a waste of time to even walk through the place. They moved on!

Number two on their list was located in Brookline. It was a beautiful stand-alone mansion. It was on a small acre lot but security could easily be put in place. There were three bedrooms upstairs. The master suite was on the floor with the kitchen, the great room, and magnificent dining area. There was a library on the floor as well as office space. There was a full basement. It housed a huge entertainment area that comprised a theater room, a game room, and a two-lane bowling alley. A second small kitchen was down there and a workout room. The home was magnificent as was the price.

Fitz had told her that money was no object. The fifteen-point nine-million-dollar price tag hadn't bothered Gabriella and it wouldn't bother Fitz. Olivia had liked the house. She was embracing the Grants and everything that they were. They were rich beyond anything she could imagine and she could live with that as long as Fitz was at her side.

"It's lovely Olivia. I like it and it could be exactly what Hubert ordered. He could turn this place into a fortress in less than six months. Do you like it? That's the question. You will be mistress of this place. I want you to be comfortable and happy here. We will probably be in this place for almost the next decade. I know I've rushed you into making a decision but I felt it was very important that we start this new phase of our lives as we intend to go."

"It's a huge house. You mother finally got me to understand that size wasn't the issue. I do like this house. It's very nice." Fitz pulled his fiancée into a corner and lifted her eyes up to his. His blue eyes were like the sky when the sun was shining brightly. The clear blue piercing eyes made her heart skip a beat.

"But?"

"Your mother and Alice will think I'm ridiculous. Maybe even you too. We are in a perfectly beautiful house and here I am again not really feeling anything. This house could be perfect for us, I know that. The "but" is that I expected to feel more. I wanted a sign that the house we purchased will truly be our house. I was looking for something to strike me as familiar once I saw the house up close and person. We've been through the entire house and there was nothing."

"Sweetheart, I know what you were expecting. You've told me yourself you can't initiate your visions. They are spontaneous. They just happen. Look at me! I'd never had a vision in my entire life until I met you. You turned around and I swear what I saw was crystal clear. We were on a bed and you were in my arms naked. I didn't know what that meant but I knew that it was real. I knew that you and I were meant to be together. I'd never seen the future before but I knew that you were my future at that very moment. Have I had other visions? Yes, I have. They just come Livvy, when I least expect it. Don't dwell on it. You and I will turn whatever house we purchase into a home because we will be together. That's all that matters."

"You're right of course. What I saw could very well be our next house or we could have simply been enjoying each other's company anywhere. We haven't been exactly discretionary about what happens when the love bug hits us!"

"The love bug? Is that where we are already? My sweet, Sweet Baby, stop worrying about this first house of ours. We are going to purchase a house and turn it into a home ASAP. We are going to fill it up with love in every single room. I'm talking heartfelt, overwhelming, life-changing love. At times that life-changing love will be physical and it won't matter where we are or when. Some things simply might not be recognizable at first. Remember I told you I would live with you anywhere because I love you more than anything. Chin up Livvy. Including your two houses, the Boston acquisition will be our sixth. The vision floating in your head could be anywhere. It could be a matter of me introducing you to the rest of your residences."

"You're right of course. I've put a lot of energy into believing what I've seen was close and most likely here in Massachusetts. That may not even be the case. What do you think of this place? Do you really want to live here?"

"With you of course. Anywhere my love, you only have to say where."

"I love you Fitzgerald Grant. This is a great choice. It could be the one. Let's move on to the last listing and make a choice. I'm sure Alice is thinking we are very fickle people."

"I doubt that, Olivia. She knows that we are a couple that is deeply in love looking for a house in the greater Boston Area. Her job has been to assist us. She's done great and one way or another she's going to receive a great commission for about two weeks of research and commitment. I love you too girl, so much. All will be well. You'll see."

"Yes, all will be well. Let's go see the last place on the list."

They arrived at the Beacon Hill house and right away Olivia felt some vibes. She was holding Fitz' hand when they entered the residence. He squeezed her hand did he feel it too? Gabriella had suggested this place. It was actually a penthouse unit atop of one of Boston's most prestigious buildings on the twenty-fifth floor. Gabriella said it reminded her of Fitz' penthouse in New York City. Olivia had never seen Fitz' place in New York but it had been described to her. Located on Fifth Avenue it had once been the home of a famous Broadway producer. Fitz had bought his place almost ten years ago and now it was worth a fortune. So was this place. It was on the market for a cool twenty-five million. It was beautiful in pictures, but pictures hardly did the penthouse justice.

They had ridden up to the penthouse in an elevator using a special key. Alice was in realtor mode on the ride up to the property. Her excitement about the place was obvious. She had given a thorough history of the place and then had gone into the amenities. It was in a perfect location. Olivia could walk from here to the hospital in less than twenty minutes. The fact that it afforded them the type of security layout that was required for their safety was plus. It was also very spacious. There were plenty of bedrooms and rooms for whatever else was needed. There were three assigned parking spots allocated to the property. What really set the property aside from all the rest was the panoramic view that it provided of Boston proper. Even Olivia, being a non-American was overwhelmed by the picturesque undertaking from the enormous great room!

Fitz said it reminded him of his home in New York City. His penthouse apartment had views of the city to die for. Having called the penthouse on Fifth Avenue home for ten years he could really appreciate what he was looking at now. There was a lot of over-the-top opulence in the place. He wasn't surprised at all with the seller asking for a mint. He liked what he was seeing but what about Olivia? What was she thinking and feeling?

It was an interesting space. Having originally been three condos, the space had been refined and turned into the ultimate penthouse, encompassing the entire floor. The place flowed like a palace. There really weren't words to describe it! There was total of eight bedrooms, including the master suite. Each room had its own bath! The master suite was in the entry area of the penthouse. There was a huge gourmet kitchen. It flowed majestically into a huge great room with dual fireplaces. There was an office and library combination in the area also. The formal dining room was spectacular. A dinner party for fifty was hardly out of the question. All this was in the center of the penthouse. There was a left and right wing of the property. In those wings were six more bedrooms, a huge theater room, exercise room and more. A lot of thought had been put into the property.

"What are you thinking Olivia? Do you like it? It's extremely grand, sort of old fashioned in a lot of ways but you or we could easily remedy that. Remember no matter what we purchase, it's just a house until we turn it into a home. We know the owner has some things in here but for the most part it's staging. And it's Boston-like staging. I see some promise here. What about you?"

"I like it a lot Fitz. What we've seen so far is wonderful. That gourmet kitchen would be so great for you to cook for us in. That two fireplaces in the great room are spectacular. The one in the master suite has completely blown my mind. It's a huge master suite. Alice has said the remaining bedrooms are spacious as well. I find it hard to believe a place like this exist."

"But do you like what you've seen so far, Olivia?"

"I do Fitz. I love it even better in person. The portfolio hardly does the place justice. The asking price seems almost low. I know you've said that money isn't an obstacle but for our first house, I was thinking something a little less grand. However, my mind is open to this place. It seems vaguely familiar and to be honest I feel comfortable here. I know Gabriella likes it. Both of us liked it. It's why it became number one on our list."

"Let's keep exploring then. If we conclude that we like it, we give the seller an offer they can't refuse. It's that simple. Left wing or right?"

The penthouse was simply to die for. When Olivia asked Fitz if this was how he lived in New York he answered very frankly. It was! She was truly beginning to understand that her fiancé was one of the richest people on the planet. But he was humble. His entire family was humble. They were rich, he was rich and that was that. She smiled brightly at Fitz and they turned right. They thoroughly explored the Right wing and moved to the West wing. They found Alice and Gabriella there.

"So, what do you two think? Could you picture yourself living here?"

"We are very impressed aren't we Olivia. This is a magnificent place."

"Fitz is right impressive and magnificent is putting it mildly."

"Well, I have saved my final selling point for last. If you will please join me."

They walked into one of the nondescript rooms in the West wing. Presently there was no staging in the room. There was a winding staircase that led them to the roof. Olivia couldn't believe her eyes. They were in what amounted to a glass enclosure with every delight. It was like a getaway from the getaway. There was a pool, a jacuzzi, an entertainment area with bar and theater area. Seating for dining, everything for entertaining or simply just relaxing, it was magical up here. It was a quick hit but she turned her head and she saw she and Fitz in a race to the end of the pool. They came up from the water into each other's arms. This was it! This was their place!

The ride back to Cambridge was high in spirit. Olivia and Fitz had bought their first home together. Olivia along with the security team would meet again in three weeks to plan out any renovation or changes that would be made over the next six months. For now, they would sign the necessary paperwork to conclude the deal and that was that.

Gabriella decided that she would head for home later this evening. She missed her husband. Fitz had one more night here with Olivia and she didn't want to be a third wheel. She would leave shortly after dinner. It had been a very productive morning.

They went out for dinner, Alice's treat. Gabriella left for California shortly after, straight from the restaurant. They said their good-byes. Hopefully Olivia would see the rest of the family in April when they celebrated Papa Joe's birthday. As Olivia's schedule was uncertain, they couldn't be sure. They were headed for home and Olivia was happy and content in Fitz' arms.

"It has been a wonderful day Fitz. And thanks to your mother we now have a house, a penthouse. I love our house Fitz. Thank-you for buying it. I just know we are going to be so happy there. That rooftop sealed the deal, didn't it?"

"I loved the place from the moment I stepped out of the elevator. We are going to be happy there Olivia. We are going to turn it into the best home! You did good girl. I'm so proud of you."

"Gabriella should get most of the credit. She steered me to that penthouse. Is your place in New York City really on the same scale as our new home? Gabriella said you would like it."

"Yes, it does remind me of my penthouse. I very much like penthouse living but I would live in a tent with you. My mother knew that I think. I'm so grateful to her for helping us. I hated to see Maman go. She such a gracious person and a force in her own right. She doesn't like to be away from my father though. I knew she would head home once we made a decision."

"We must send her something very special for helping us. Flowers won't be enough. You must steer me in the right direction to send her something appropriate for her time and expertise."

"Not a problem. We'll do it within the next couple of days. Right now, we are full from a most delicious meal from one of Boston's finest menus. Alice made an excellent choice. My mother thoroughly enjoyed that meal. I did as well. Deliciously fresh seafood. I don't know when I've had better lobster."

They walked into Olivia's place hand in hand. Sexual heat was swirling all around them. They said good night to their detail and headed for the master suite. They both knew there was unfinished business to be completed there. Fitz closed the door and pulled her into his arms. His baby blues had darkened to gray. His gaze was intense. Olivia's eyes were intense as his. There was fire behind them. She stood on her tiptoes to mold herself onto him. Her body let out a little purr at the connection.

'We're back home Olivia. The meal was delicious and my body is well sated as far as food goes. But not for you. Never for you! Last night was extraordinary, but not nearly enough. Will you spend the next few hours with me assuaging my hunger for you?"

"I will. I've thought of little else since we signed that paperwork. Let's go to bed Mr. Grant. As the old saying goes. I have something to show you!"