Olivia felt wet between her legs. Too wet. She was drowning in wetness and her nipples tingled. She fought her way through sleep and opened her eyes. It was bright out and she squinted to block the sun from her eyes. She tried to sit up but she felt cramping in her lower stomach.
"Ow," she said as she held her stomach and sat up slowly. The sex dream or rather- nightmare- slipped further away by the second. She couldn't remember it but she could feel it.
She felt something running between her legs and when she moved the blanket from her legs there was red liquid soiled on her pajama pants and on the blanket beneath her.
"Oh no," she jumped up and blood began to run down her legs.
Quickly, she wrapped the blanket around her body and tucked it between her legs to stop the blood from running.
She pulled the second blanket from the sofa and blood was stained all over the white leather.
"No-no-no," she said in a panic.
She felt more blood running down and ran quickly to the bathroom with the blanket tucked between her legs.
Fitz was still asleep when he heard footsteps thumping quickly towards him and jumped up in time to see Olivia dash into the bathroom and slide the glass doors shut. She pulled the sheer curtains down so all he could see was her silhouette behind the door.
He was up now and stood from the bed and stretched and immediately his erection shot up.
"Fuck," he cursed as look down at his pants.
Morning erections were not usual for him, not since he was in his teens and he suspected that he'd had a wet dream, though he didn't remember who or what it was about.
He walked to the kitchen for a glass of orange juice and saw bright red on his white couch. Fitz walked to the couch and saw that it was blood. He took a breath and finished his drink by the sink, giving himself time for his erection to soften but it took longer than he imagined. After a few minutes, he gave up and walked to the bathroom and knocked on the door. His erection was still twitching in his pants and it was a difficult thing to ignore but he tried.
"Are you okay?" Fitz asked.
He waited for a response and there was none.
"Olivia?" he called again.
"I'll clean it up- I'm sorry."
"We have maids to clean things Olivia. I'm asking if you're okay?"
There was a pause before she answered, "can you get Camilla to help me?"
"I sent Camilla to Milan to do something for me. She's not here."
He heard a loud audible sigh and then a groan.
"Can you just send a woman? Any woman?" Olivia asked.
"Okay...just.. Give me a sec."
Fitz pulled out his cell and called his room attendant and asked her to come up to him. It took her three minutes to arrive. When she came in before she had a chance to greet him Fitz sent her to the bathroom, making sure he didn't face her so she could see his wood though it was almost gone now.
The woman knocked once, "buongiorno, my name is Chiara, can I help you with anything?"
"Can you come in," Olivia called.
"Okay, I'm opening the door," she said as she opened the door and stepped inside.
"I need tampons and maxi pads and pantyliners. I also need wipes, a hot pack, a cold pack, a towel and any pain relievers you can find."
The woman nodded, "I'll be back as soon as I can."
"Thanks so much," Olivia said softly.
She was sitting on the floor with her back against the wall. The cramps were more intense by the moment. She'd taken off her stained pajama pants and underwear.
Once the woman left, Olivia stood from the floor and walked slowly to the shower. She turned on the faucet to warm water and then she secured a new towel from the linen closet around her waist and between her legs then she opened the door and walked slowly to the couch.
Fitz was confused and thankfully fully soft now. He followed her to the living room where she was headed.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm cleaning up my mess," Olivia answered.
"It's fine, I asked Chiara to send someone up."
She ignored him and walked to the kitchen and took some paper towels from the counter. She wet them at the sink then walked back to the sofa to clean the soiled spot.
"You don't have to do that," Fitz said, annoyed.
Olivia ignored him and lifted the bloody blanket from the sofa.
Fitz grabbed her by both wrists so suddenly that she dropped it.
"Why are you so determined to make your life harder than it is? You're bleeding so go to the bathroom and wait for Chiara to come back with the shit you asked for!" he barked.
"But your couch-"
"Can be cleaned but not by you. Now go to the bathroom."
Olivia sighed and walked to the bathroom.
"So fucking stubborn," Fitz complained loud enough for Olivia to hear.
She ignored him and continued to the bathroom where she closed the door behind her and stripped herself of the rest of her clothes then stepped into the shower quickly.
Her period wasn't due for another week and it rarely came early except for when she found herself extremely stressed. In that past that had been in times of exams or during her divorce but being kidnapped by an international criminal seemed to do it as well.
She sat in the shower and waited for the woman to return. It took twenty minutes for Olivia to hear a knock on the door.
"Come in," she called.
Chiara walked in with a woven basket of the items Olivia had asked for.
"Thank you so much," Olivia said from her spot on the floor in the shower.
"There is breakfast outside and we've cleaned up for you as well. Do you need anything else?" the woman asked as she placed the basket on the floor by the shower door.
"Do you have blankets? I need new ones."
"Oh Mr. Grant already requested those. They'll be up shortly."
"Thank you," Olivia asked.
The woman nodded and left, closing the door behind her.
Half an hour later when Olivia finished cleaning herself and dressed, she stepped out of the bathroom slowly and peeked to look for Fitz.
"Looking for me," Fitz asked from across the room.
Olivia jumped, frightened, it was so quiet she thought he'd left.
He chuckled as Olivia rolled her eyes and continued walking to the living room. The couch was now clean with new blankets and the stained blood was wiped clean from the leather as if it were never there.
There was a spread of breakfast on the table. There was more than what was usually brought up. Fitz walked over and pulled out a chair.
"Eat," he commanded.
Olivia walked over and sat on the chair Fitz held out for her. Then he walked over to the opposite side and sat.
Fitz took a slice of toasted sourdough and spread butter across the bread and bit into it.
"Eat," he said again to Olivia as he ate.
Olivia took some fruit from the bowl that consisted of berries and mango. She slowly picked at the food while Fitz devoured his breakfast.
Halfway through he took a breath.
"Why aren't you eating?"
"I'm not very hungry."
"You're always hungry?"
Olivia didn't respond.
"Is it because of your period?"
Olivia didn't respond.
"Let me ask you something- can't you tell when it's going to happen?"
"Not if I'm sleeping," Olivia said, "I'm sorry about your couch. I wasn't expecting it for another week."
"Way worse things have happened on that couch, don't worry about it."
"Of course," Olivia said snidely.
"You're a judgy little thing aren't you?"
Olivia didn't respond.
"Maybe I should judge you. I mean, you're the one who gets wet listening to other people fuck."
"That's enough," Olivia barked in a sudden flash of anger.
"Don't raise your voice at me. I'll say what I want. When I want," Fitz responded calmly.
"I don't have to listen."
Olivia pushed out her chair and stood. Her lower abdomen was beginning to cramp again.
"There's just one thing I still don't get-" Fitz said.
Olivia waited to hear.
"What were you imagining that made you so hot? Did you want to choke on it like Camilla did."
Olivia shook her head and walked over to the couch.
Fitz smirked and continued eating breakfast.
She sat down and realized she needed something warm to compress her stomach so she walked to the bathroom for her hot pack and a hand towel. When she walked back to the living room. Jake was standing close to the entrance and instinctively Olivia looked at her bruised arm as if she just remembered it was there and she looked at Fitz, confused.
"I'm sorry for squeezing your arm. I won't do it again."
Olivia stared at him for a moment then back at Fitz then she walked to the couch without response and sat down. She activated the hot back and placed it on her stomach then pulled a blanket over her body.
All Olivia heard was the door slam and when she looked back, Jake was gone.
"You said something to him?" Olivia asked.
"Sure did."
"So now he hates me even more. That's great. Good job." Olivia leaned against the cushion and closed her eyes but then she opened them. "What did you say to him? He looked really angry?"
"I may have been a little- aggressive but he apologized, didn't he?"
"Isn't he your best friend?"
"Well best friend makes it sound like I'm a fourteen year old girl but yes, he is my oldest and closest friend. Doesn't matter though, I was pissed and so I rectified it."
"So that's all-" Olivia stopped mid-sentence and held her stomach as she felt a formidable cramp. "Ow-ow-ow-ow,' she groaned.
Fitz stood quickly and walked over. "What's wrong?"
Olivia waited for the pain to pass then she answered.
"Just cramps- I'm fine."
"Do you need anything?" Fitz asked.
"No, I'm fine," Olivia said as she closed her eyes.
"Do you need medicine or something?"
"The medicine I usually take for cramps was left at the home you kidnapped me from so I'm sorry if I don't really care about your concern right now."
"God, you're difficult," Fitz said, exasperated with a smile. "If you need anything let me know."
Fitz went back to eating and watched Olivia on the couch tossing uncomfortably until she went to sleep.
She spent the day in and out of sleep on the couch. For a while, Fitz watched her, until he had to leave to take care of business. He returned in the night, at almost 11pm.
Olivia was sitting on the couch, cuddled in a blanket as she watched tv.
Fitz walked over and stood in front of the tv, blocking her view "Are you feeling better?"
She didn't answer.
Fitz shrugged and walked away.
Olivia had intended to ask him something but after waiting for hours she found herself annoyed that she woke and he was gone.
Fitz changed into shorts and a t-shirt and then walked back to the kitchen for a drink. His cellphone rang and he answered it as he took a bottle of water from the fridge and walked back to the bedroom.
Some time had passed and he didn't return so Olivia decided to look for him. Nervously, she walked to the bedroom where she found him spread across the bed.
Fitz looked up and saw her but said nothing.
"Umm…." she began, "I wanted to go downstairs."
"Why?"
"I want to go in the water."
Fitz took a breath and ran his hands through his hair, "fine. If it'll help get rid of the bitchy mood you're in then fine."
"I don't have a bathing suit so-"
"You can get one from the store downstairs- just a second. I'll figure it out."
He grabbed his phone from beside him on the bed and pressed a few buttons before it rang.
"Simona, close off the pool from the guests in twenty minutes."
"The jacuzzi-" Olivia interjected.
"The jacuzzi," Fitz repeated on the phone. "And get a bathing suit from the store and put it on the house-"
"-One piece," Olivia interjected.
"A bikini," Fitz repeated.
"That's not what I said," Olivia complained.
"It's what I said.'
Fitz hung up then sat up from the bed.
"She'll be there in 10 minutes with your bikini."
"I asked for a one piece."
"Do you want to go or not?"
"Fine," she said and walked to the bathroom then closed the door behind her. She changed her tampon, knowing she'd need a fresh one for the pool, stripped naked, and wrapped a towel around her body as she waited for her swimsuit. When the woman came and gave Olivia the swimsuit it was a two-piece bikini. It was white with colorful watercolor flowers on it. It wasn't as bad as Olivia expected but though when she tried it on the bottoms they were a little higher on the hip and cheekier than they seemed when she first saw them.
Still, she dressed in her bikini and wrapped her white hotel towel robe around her body and slipped on the comfy hotel slippers then stepped out of the bathroom.
Fitz was still sitting on the bed. He chuckled when he saw how tight she wrapped the robe around her body. As if she were protecting herself from him.
"I'm ready?"
Fitz nodded and stood then headed to the door. Olivia followed behind him. They made their way to the main elevators this time, instead of the service ones, and made it down to the ground floor.
The inside of the lobby was beautiful with mostly glass exteriors and posh furniture. They walked down the corridor to the side exit and stepped out to the pool deck.
The night was chillier than she expected and immediately she wrapped her arms around herself.
"Why didn't you tell me it was so cold?" Olivia complained.
"What are you talking about? It's a nice night."
They continued walking over to the jacuzzi that had been blocked off by a belt barrier and had a sign that read 'closed'. there were a few other guests in the pool but nowhere near the crowd that had been there earlier.
Fitz opened one of the belts in the barrier and then closed it behind them.
"Close your eyes, I need to take my robe off," Olivia said.
"You're not serious?"
"Please," Olivia said softly.
Fitz relented, "fine."
He turned around and waited.
Olivia stripped out of her robe and stepped into the jacuzzi quickly and sat down so the water covered her breast. She regretted it instantly when the hot water enveloped her to her neck.
"Im ready-" she said, "oh my god it's so hot."
Fitz turned around and chuckled.
"You're ridiculous. Do you know that?"
Fitz sat at the edge of the jacuzzi and placed his feet in the water. He noticed Olivia looked everywhere but at him.
"How am I being ridiculous?" Olivia asked.
She didn't look directly at him as she spoke.
"You act like at any moment I'm gonna attack you, like I'm gonna hold you down and force my penis inside you. There's zero chance of that happening, so chill."
"It's easy for you to say that," Olivia said as she finally looked at him.
"Why?" Fitz asked.
"Because I don't know you. For me, anything can happen at any moment and there's nothing I can do about it. I don't think you know what that feels like. You're a pretty big guy. You're probably upwards of a foot taller than me and you probably weigh twice as much as I do. I don't think you worry about anyone physically overpowering you the way I do. If I'm hostile it's because I have to be very careful, it's because I'm not going to let my guard down. If you hurt me, I'd like to be prepared for it."
Fitz sighed, "That's fair but if it makes you feel better I have no intentions of sleeping with you so don't worry about that."
Olivia found herself insulted and Fitz could tell by the scowl that crept up her face.
"What now?" Fitz asked.
"Nothing," Olivia snapped.
"What?"
"You're just really an asshole."
"Why? Because I said I don't want to sleep with you."
"No, because you're been antagonizing me for days for absolutely no reason. Twenty minutes ago when you made me put on this skimpy bikini- was that just to make me uncomfortable?"
Fitz smiled, "two minutes ago you were afraid I was gonna sexually assault you and now you're mad I said I don't want to sleep with you. Who's antagonizing who now?"
"That is not-" Olivia stopped herself before she could finish.
"-Do not throw up in my pool."
"Oh shut up. I'll throw up wherever I want."
"Let me rephrase. I don't want to sleep with you because you couldn't handle it. I think you're very beautiful, very, very beautiful but it doesn't matter. You can't handle me and you probably can't fuck."
"Oh please-" she groaned, insulted.
"-you'd be overwhelmed and I'd be underwhelmed," he teased.
"Hypothetically speaking you have no idea what I can handle or do when it comes to - that- okay."
"I do. You'd run away from me...which would be unfortunate."
Olivia rolled her eyes.
"Have you ever thought that maybe these women you sleep with are just acting that way so you can feel better. The way Carmen acted- it's so fake."
Fitz smirked, "she told me you said that."
"I'm not wrong."
"Hahaha," Fitz chortled, then he took a deep breath."Who gave you such awful dick that you find it impossible for someone to emphatically enjoy sex."
"Ooo- the thug knows a big word," Olivia teased.
"What?" Fitz said with a chuckle. "Emphatic?"
Olivia smiled glibly.
"For all the shit you talk, your pussy still got wet listening to us so maybe you shouldn't be so horny for whack dick."
Olivia scoffed.
"Isn't that your problem? You got horny for a wack dick and got disappointed."
"Okay. This conversation is over."
"Are you getting wet again? I hear women are hornier on their period or is that ovulation? I'm not sure, you're the doctor."
Olivia stood from the water and immediately a rush of cold clung to her wet skin and sat back in quickly.
"Cold," Fitz teased.
"You have no idea what you're talking about. Don't assume anything about my love life."
"You're gonna stop doing that."
"What?"
"Telling me what I can and can't do."
Olivia was quiet. She didn't know what to say now. It was awkward.
"Are you feeling better?"
"I'm fine."
"Okay. Tell me about this guy?"
"I'm not telling you anything."
"Yes you are. I asked a question so answer."
Olivia sighed, "that's not fair. You hate it when I tell you to do anything but you can tell me."
"You're a hostage. You love reminding me of that."
Olivia rolled her eyes.
"Lighten up," Fitz said with a smile. "I know you're not a virgin because you don't seem intrigued by sex. You get horny but it's like your repulsed. That tells me you've done it before. If it was one really bad time, you'd try again so it has to be multiple bad times."
"You don't-" Olivia stopped herself when she gagged slightly.
"Okay if you throw up in my jacuzzi I'll be pissed this time because this time it would be your fault."
Olivia took a breath.
"Why do you want to do this?"
"You're interesting to me. Most of the women I'm around are nothing like you."
Olivia was quiet for a moment then she answered.
"I was married."
"Wow- didn't expect that."
"You never expect anything I tell you."
Fitz chuckled, "that's why you're interesting to me."
"Whatever."
"You're divorced now."
"Yup."
"Why?"
"It just didn't work out. I got married young and it ended."
The same woman from earlier brought over a tray of small desserts to Olivia, along with a bottle of sparkling water.
"Thank you," Olivia said to the woman.
"That's not a reason," Fitz continued, bringing the topic back to the conversation.
"Well…" Olivia took a small piece of chocolate cake and closed her eyes as she ate the smooth, velvety cake.
"How old were you when you married him?"
"18."
Fitz was confused. "Shotgun wedding?"
"No. it was planned, for years actually."
"Explain that?"
"We met in college, I was 16 and he was 19. I don't believe in pre-marital sex so we waited. When I turned 18 we got married. It lasted for 4 years."
"Did you divorce him because you realized it was creepy for him to date you at 16?"
"That wasn't why?"
"Why?"
"We grew apart and we wanted different things." Olivia ate another piece of cake. "This is amazing."
"Like?" Fitz said, ignoring her comment.
"I wanted to finish medical school and then complete my neuro residency- which is seven years. He wanted me to quit and start a family. He wanted to work while I took care of any children we would have at home. He was conservative and he kind of got more conservative as he got older. I'm kind of conservative too- because of my mom- but he just got to the point where we couldn't reconcile."
"What point was that?"
"He was trying to control my every move. He needed to know where I was every hour on the hour of every day when I wasn't with him and he was jealous of everything and everyone in my life. It became an obsession for him and I could see it wouldn't get better so I left."
"I'm surprised he gave you a divorce."
"If it was up to him I wouldn't have gotten one but the judge ruled in my favor so I am no longer a married woman."
Fitz chuckled, "you know why he's obsessed with you right?"
"If it's something vulgar I don't want to hear it?"
"Your vagina must have been amazing. He couldn't let it go. Maybe I was wrong about it being underwhelming."
Olivia frowned but then she couldn't hold it.
"You are so-"
"I'm so what?" Fitz asked with a smile.
"Incorrigible in every aspect. If you don't know what that mean-"
"I went to college okay," he said laughing, "so you can stop that now. I didn't finish but I went to Stanford, actually."
"How does someone with a college education from Stanford end up like you?"
"A quarter of a college education," Fitz corrected, "and ending up like me isn't exactly a bad thing. I'm happier now than I've ever been at any point in my life."
"The violence doesn't bother you- at all," Olivia said.
"I don't do anything that isn't necessary. I'm very careful about when and how I act so I don't regret anything or hurt anyone who doesn't deserve it."
"So kidnapping me in the middle of the suburb was you being careful?"
"Boston police think you're dead so I think I was very careful, yes."
"Do you think I deserve this?"
"What?"
"You said you don't hurt anyone who doesn't deserve it so I'm asking if you think I deserve this?"
Fitz stood angrily, "you might be annoyed and you might be inconvenienced but you're not hurt. Your'e eating chocolate cake in a jacuzzi in the best hotel in Sicily so stop your fucking whining. What Jake did to you yesterday I put a stop to it. I nearly broke his goddamned hand for you so what else do you want?" Fitz barked.
Tears began to sting her eyes and the moment Fitz saw them roll down her cheek he walked away leaving Olivia in the jacuzzi alone. There were a few guests who looked in their direction but then quickly turned away when Fitz walked off.
She took a breath before standing out of the hot water. She didn't care about the cold this time as she stepped out and slipped on her robe and slippers then walked to the lobby. When the elevator came she pressed the button for the top floor and headed up.
When she got to the room, the door was unlocked. She walked straight to the bathroom. So quickly that she didn't get a chance to see if Fitz was in the bedroom or not.
Fitz heard the shower begin to run moments after Olivia entered and dozed off on the bed as he listened to the water.
When Olivia stepped out of the bathroom and searched for him, she saw Fitz lying, spread eagle on the bed. He wasn't moving and when she heard him snore slightly she realized he was asleep.
Olivia slowly walked over to his bed and stopped inches away from the edge and stared. It wasn't often that she got to look at him, mostly she was trying not to look at him but now that he was asleep she could look. He no longer looked angry. He was peaceful in sleep.
She started with his thick brown-ish curls and continued down over his face and down his shirtless chest. He had small tattoos all over. His abs were pronounced but she quickly moved on and stopped where her bulge started.
She tried to tear her eyes away but she couldn't. She was lost and for a moment it seemed like she wasn't staring at all. All she could feel was a heartbeat in her clit, thumping, and pumping away.
"Do you want to see it?" Fitz asked as he sat up.
Olivia jumped slightly as she returned to the present.
"What are you talking about?" She asked, confused.
"You're staring at it. I felt you staring at it so I'm asking if you want to see it?"
"That's disgusting."
"More disgusting than staring at my cock while I sleep?"
"I wasn't-"
Fitz turned around, not waiting for an answer as Olivia stopped herself from the lie. She realized he wasn't being playful the way he usually was. He wasn't soliciting her. He was scolding her.
She walked away, without another word. Back in the living room she spread her blankets on her sofa and laid down then covered herself with more blankets, resisting the urge to cry, once again.
"Just one more week," she said softly to herself.