Chapter 27
The sun beats down on the pool, its rays casting shimmering patterns across the water's surface. Fitz lounges on a plush deck chair, his gaze fixed on Olivia as she gracefully slices through the crystal-clear water like a mermaid. He takes a puff of his cigar, savoring the smooth flavor before exhaling a cloud of smoke into the air. The conversation they had about his nightmare still lingers in his mind, but being here with Olivia brings a sense of peace and calm to his troubled thoughts. She sees him for who he truly is, not just as a powerful business man, but as a human who has flaws. He knows without a doubt that he wants her to be his wife.
Olivia's voice pulls him out of his reverie, beckoning him over to the edge of the pool. Fitz lifts his gold aviator sunglasses from his eyes, revealing his warm smile as he gazes at her with affection. Adjusting his swim trunks to conceal the growing bulge, he makes his way towards her. Her sweet words always send a surge of electricity through his body, igniting a primal desire for her that never seems to fade.
"Yes, sweetheart?" He responds to her call.
"Join me," Olivia purrs, her eyes sparkling mischievously.
Fitz joins her in the pool with fluid grace, feeling the cool water envelop him as he strides towards her. The warm sun caresses his skin, highlighting every muscle and curve. He embraces Olivia tightly, hungrily claiming her lips in a passionate kiss. "I haven't tasted you today," he murmurs against her lips.
Olivia blushes and pushes away from their embrace, playfully splashing water at Fitz. "I forgave you too easily," she teases, diving under the water and resurfacing a few feet away from him.
Fitz watches her with adoration as she swims towards him, her body glistening in the sunlight. He takes her hand in his, pulling her closer until they are chest to chest. "I think love allows for forgiveness, Olivia," he whispers deeply, his intense gaze locking with hers.
Olivia melts into his touch, her resolve weakening as she feels his fingers brush against the band of her yellow bikini bottoms. She swallows hard, trying to focus on the words she needs to say instead of giving into the temptation of Fitz's touch. Turning to face him, she meets his intense stare and takes a deep breath. "I boarded a plane and went to a private island with you. I didn't make you work for my forgiveness." she confesses quietly, her voice trembling.
Fitz's eyes soften with understanding as he gently unties her bikini top, letting it float away in the water. Her hardened nipples press against his bare chest, a clear indication of her arousal. "There's no right or wrong way to forgive someone," he murmurs, bending down to kiss her lips tenderly. "What is it that you want me to do to earn your forgiveness?"
Olivia's breath hitches at his sensual touch, every nerve in her body on fire. "Fuck," she moans softly, resting her head against his chest.
"What...do...you...want?" Fitz whispers huskily, his fingers moving down to push off her bikini bottoms.
With a shy glance around the pool area, Olivia covers her breasts with her arms as she tries to hide her nakedness. But Fitz quickly pulls them away from her body, cupping both of her breasts in his large hands before sucking on each nipple eagerly. Olivia's core bucks against his throbbing dick through his swim shorts, craving more of him. He pulls back from her nipple with a soft pop, licking his lips seductively. "You're so beautiful," he murmurs huskily.
Feeling emboldened by his desire for her, Olivia presses her lips hungrily to his, sucking on his bottom lip before diving her hand into his shorts. She strokes him slowly, teasing the tip of his cock with her fingers. "I want Victoria to disappear," she whispers against his lips, her eyes burning with longing. Fitz's heart pounds in his chest, his own desire for Olivia reaching a fever pitch.
Fitz gasps for air as her hand begins to move up and down his length. He presses his lips against her ear, the warmth of her skin sending shivers down his spine. "Done."
"You owe me a visit with your mother."
"I'll make it happen when we return." He guides Olivia to the steps, admiring her naked form as she walks out of the pool and towards the outdoor daybed. The sun glistens off of her damp skin, highlighting every curve. She lays across the pillows with purpose, knowing exactly what she wants Fitz to do to her body. Fitz's eyes widen with desire as he kneels before her, spreading her legs apart. He licks his lips at the sight of her arousal glistening against her walls, beckoning him closer. Without hesitation, he devours her, his tongue dancing and swirling until her body convulses, leaping off the cushion in ecstasy. He presses his tongue flat against her clit, flicking it up and down before diving in and out of her pussy with measured precision. Fitz continues to lick and suck until Olivia's body is shaking uncontrollably, a scream escaping her lips as she releases all control. He eagerly laps up each drop of her essence like a man starved for nourishment. Watching him feast on her brings a newfound desire to Olivia - one that she didn't know existed.
"Don't stop," she whispers breathlessly, wanting to watch him again. Her fingers tangle in his curls, pulling lightly and eliciting a guttural moan from Fitz that sends tremors through both of their bodies. She continues to tug on his hair until another wave of pleasure washes over her, consuming her once again.
Fitz stands and pushes down his swim trunks, allowing his erection to spring free. Olivia's gaze locks onto his glistening tip, every vein visible and pulsating with need. She rises to her knees as Fitz eases back down onto the cushion. The sunlight bounces off of his pre-cum, making it glisten like diamonds. Olivia can't resist and licks her lips in anticipation. Fitz rubs his thumb over the clear liquid before guiding it across her lips, leaving a slick trail behind. Olivia starts at his lips and trails her tongue down his chest to his shaft, savoring the taste of him before taking him fully into her mouth.
"Fuck!" Fitz groans, dropping his head back and closing his eyes as Olivia's mouth works its magic on him once again. He watches as she takes him deep, cupping his balls and gliding up and down his shaft with precision. Their eyes connect, communicating their desire for each other without words. Fitz struggles to hold back from releasing down her throat, but the sensation is almost too much to handle. He massages her cheeks and begins to move his hips in sync with her movements, fucking her mouth with increasing intensity.
"Shit, your mouth is a masterpiece," he praises between breaths.
He slows his movements and pulls out with a satisfying pop. "On your knees," he commands hoarsely.
Without hesitation, Olivia complies, presenting herself to him willingly. He positions himself behind her and slowly enters her, causing a sharp intake of breath from both of them.
"Yes," Olivia hisses.
"Damn, you're so wet," Fitz exclaims, huskily. "Is all of that for me?"
Olivia nods, unable to form words as her body trembles.
Fitz gathers her hair in his hand and gently tugs on it, eliciting moans of pleasure from Olivia. "Do you like that, sweet baby?" he asks in a deep tone.
"Yes," Olivia responds, her voice thick with desire.
He continues to tug on her hair in time with his movements, the sensation sending her over the edge once again. Olivia shakes from her intense orgasm and Fitz soon follows, releasing inside of her with a primal growl. He finally rests their bodies on the daybed, holding her tight against his chest. He rests his chin on her shoulder, kissing the side of her neck tenderly.
"I love you, Olivia," he whispers, feeling more connected to her than ever before.
X
Fitz expertly swings the fishing rod back and casts it into the crystal-clear water, watching as the line unfurls gracefully. Walter pops open a can of beer and hands it to Fitz, who makes a disgusted face. "You know I hate beer."
"No hard liquor on the water," Walter chuckles.
Reluctantly, Fitz takes the cold can and takes a sip, grimacing as the liquid slides down his throat. No matter how many times he's tried, beer still tastes like hot piss to him. Walter, on the other hand, gulps down his beer before placing the can on the table. "She's the first woman you've brought to the island."
"No one else mattered." Fitz replies, his gaze fixed on the sparkling water as their boat rocks gently back and forth.
"Having a woman on your arm suits you," Walter comments, his own fishing rod now baited with a wriggling worm and cast into the water. "Your father would be proud of you." It wasn't just flattery - Walter had been Gerry's driver when Fitz was just a child, and had become a father figure to him after Gerry's passing. When Walter suffered a heart attack a few years later, Fitz moved him and his wife to the island and provided him with top-notch medical care. He then insisted that they stay and maintain the property for him.
Suddenly, Fitz's fishing rod jerks and Walter looks over at him with a smile. "Pull it up, son."
With skilled precision, Fitz reels in his catch - a large fish which Walter easily unhooks before tossing it back into the water. Once they have a new worm attached to their lines, Fitz sinks down onto a nearby seat. "Walter...how do you ask a woman to marry you?"
Walter takes a long sip of his beer, clearly giving the question some thought. "Well, it depends on the woman. I've always gone with the motto of keeping it simple. No need to always broadcast your money. Some women are turned off by it."
Fitz nods, digesting this advice before speaking again. "Before we leave this island, I plan on asking Olivia to marry me."
Walter pats Fitz warmly on the back. "Marriage is a huge commitment - one that can't be taken lightly, Fitzgerald. You can't just walk away when things get tough or find someone else more interesting. Do you understand?"
"I understand. Olivia means the world to me." Fitz replies with sincerity.
Walter smiles and gives him another pat on the back. "Then it sounds like you've found the one."
X
Olivia carefully pulls the pan out of the oven, feeling the heat radiating through the thick oven mitt as she waves it over the tray of perfectly golden chocolate chip cookies. Mary sashays over to join her, her eyes lighting up at the sight of the delicious treats.
"They look amazing," Mary says with a smile in her voice.
Olivia chuckles and sets the pan down on the counter. "It's my mom's recipe. What time will they be back?" she asks Mary.
"In a few, dear. Help me prep the sides for dinner," Mary replies, gesturing towards a colander filled with freshly washed string beans, blocks of different cheeses, and a box of macaroni from the cabinet. The aroma of herbs and spices fills the kitchen as Mary begins to work.
"Where are you from, dear?" she asks Olivia.
"I'm from Georgia," Olivia answers, starting on the macaroni by pouring it into boiling water before turning to grate some cheese.
Mary nods approvingly. "I can tell you've spent some time in the kitchen."
"Yes, I have," Olivia says with a smile, feeling a sense of pride in her cooking skills.
As Mary finishes up the side dishes, her head perks up when she hears the door open and Fitz walks in with Walter holding a large cooler.
"Dinner is here," Walter announces with a grin.
Fitz strolls into the kitchen and kisses Olivia on the lips, leaving her blushing and flustered. "Ewww, you smell fishy," she teases.
Fitz chuckles and gives her another quick peck on the forehead before grabbing a cookie from the pan. "Damn, that's good," he exclaims with his mouth full. He then leans in closer to Olivia's ear and whispers seductively, "But nothing compares to the taste of your cookie."
"Fitz!" Olivia playfully pushes him away, feeling a rush of heat spread through her body.
"Go and wash up. Dinner will be ready in a few," Mary says to Fitz with a swat from the dish towel. "That man is so in love with you." Smiling warmly as she stirs the string beans on the stove. "I've never seen him this happy."
Olivia's face beams with joy as she replies, "I'm in love with him too."
"Mr. Grant is a good man. If he's anything like his father, all of your hearts desires will be fulfilled." Mary remarks with a fondness in her voice.
"Did you work for the Grants?" Olivia asks curiously.
"My husband did. But I was never excluded from anything. Mrs. Grant would often invite me to parties and we would have tea together," Mary explains with a nostalgic smile.
With dinner preparations finished, Mary sends Olivia upstairs to get ready for their meal. She walks inside the closet, pulling out a beautiful cream dress from the rack. She then pins her hair up carefully before undressing and wrapping herself in a soft white robe. Quickly showering and getting dressed, she steps out of the bedroom, looking for Fitz. She sees him at the bottom of the staircase, holding a large bouquet of red roses in his hands.
"Hi," he says softly, once she reaches the bottom of the staircase. He hands her the bouquet.
"Hi," Olivia replies with an equally soft smile on her lips as she takes the flowers from him. "Thank you."
As they step outside, the cool ocean breeze greets Olivia and Fitz, dancing playfully with their hair and clothes. The beach stretches out before them, illuminated by the soft glow of candles and rose petals scattered across a round table. Two covered plates await them, adorned with intricate designs in silver. A waiter, dressed smartly in black and white, appears at their side and removes the lids with flourish. The rich aroma of freshly cooked seafood wafts up to greet them, making Olivia's stomach growl in anticipation. She takes a seat as Fitz pours her a glass of red wine and himself a glass of scotch. As they dine on the delicious fish, the sun begins its descent into the horizon, casting a warm golden light over everything.
Olivia wipes her mouth delicately before taking a sip of wine. "Is this the fish you caught?" she asks, admiring the delicate flavors.
"Yes. It's red snapper," Fitz replies with pride.
"It's divine," Olivia exclaims, placing her empty glass back on the table. The attentive waiter refills it without missing a beat.
Fitz leans back in his chair with a contented sigh. "And that macaroni and cheese was really good, Liv."
"Thank you," Olivia smiles warmly.
Just when they think the meal is over, their waiter brings out a tray piled high with warm chocolate chip cookies that Olivia had baked earlier that day. They each take two cookies and Fitz instructs the waiter to leave the tray on the table for later. "Walk with me," he says, standing from his chair and offering Olivia his hand.
As they stroll along the beach, enjoying the sound of crashing waves and each other's company, Fitz suddenly turns serious. "What are your views on marriage, Olivia?" he asks, keeping his gaze focused ahead.
"I would love to be married someday...why?" Olivia replies curiously.
"I want you to carry the Grant name," Fitz reveals, finally turning to look at her. He can't bear the thought of Olivia not wanting to be his wife. "Is that something you want?"
Olivia's heart skips a beat and she stops in her tracks, staring at Fitz with wide eyes. "Oh... There is still so much we need to learn about each other," she says hesitantly.
His jaw clenches at her uncertainty. "You know everything about me…the good and the bad," he declares firmly.
"Do you want kids?" Olivia asks with a sigh. "Because I want kids, Fitz. I want a family." She can't help but ramble, her thoughts racing a mile a minute.
"I'll give them to you. How many do you want?" Fitz offers sincerely.
"Lots, ten maybe," Olivia quips, trying to hide her laughter.
Fitz chuckles, his eyes shining with love. "That's a lot of fucking, so I'll agree."
Olivia can't help but laugh along with him. "At least two. A boy and a girl."
He tenderly rubs her stomach and closes his eyes, lost in thought. "I'm imagining how sexy you'll look with a swollen belly, carrying a Grant," he muses aloud.
Olivia playfully pushes his hand away from her stomach and starts walking again. She fiddles with her nails nervously before looking up at Fitz. "Are you ready for marriage? I don't believe in divorce, Fitz."
"I don't desire another woman. I am yours," he reassures her without hesitation.
"And I don't desire another man," Olivia echoes, feeling overwhelmed by the depth of their love.
Before they know it, they are strolling back towards the house hand in hand. When they reach the front door, Olivia turns to face Fitz with a serious expression. "Before you propose, you need to talk to my father," she says firmly.
Fitz presses a tender kiss to her forehead. "I want you to leave here as my fiancee," he whispers, lifting her hand and kissing the finger that will soon bear her engagement ring. "Would you consider accepting my proposal on this island? And then we can head to Georgia when we leave?"
Olivia's heart melts at his sincerity and love for her. "I'll consider it," she replies with a smile.