AN: Thank you everyone who showed overwhelming supports for this story, I know I promised to update it months ago but life happened. Anyways, I came through for you today and I hope you enjoy the update. BTW, how great is canon Olitz? I'm back to watching and it's glorious at the moment. Small mercies day by day, I'm taking it episode by episode until some shit happens and then I'm gonna be like, "Shonda, what's good?" LOL. Anyways, 501 gave me so much life. Don't forget to check out my other stories, as I currently have 8 of them. Enjoy!

*We pick up where we left off*

"Hi," Olivia returned after a few seconds, with a baffled look adorning her face.

They stood in the dimly lit parking lot staring at each other, with each second that passed Olivia felt a bit of ease and she relaxed her grip around the turquoise colored can of pepper spray.

"What are you doing here?" She asked directly, since he wasn't saying anything.

He only smirked and a crinkle appeared at the corner of his cerulean blue eyes. God he was so handsome… she mentally observed.

"I came to ask you out." He replied smoothly.

Olivia's eyebrows knitted together in more befuddlement. Looking him directly in the eyes, she said, "I don't date."

Fitz chuckled lowly and nodded. She was a challenge; he liked that.

"Since you don't date, as your friend I would like to take you out to eat.," he rephrased his words, hoping for a better outcome.

Olivia pushed the slipping strap of her purse back onto her shoulder. She smirked at his change in tactic. "I'm not hungry."

"Then let's only get drinks," Fitz proposed.

"I don't drink." She watched as his eyes widen from her confession. People were always surprised when she confessed that she didn't consume alcohol, not even socially. She didn't like alcohol because many used it as a temporary solution for a problem. She was one of them. Five years sober and she wanted to keep it that way.

Before he could respond Olivia stated gently, "Fitz, I'm sure you're a great guy but I'm truly not interested in dating. I hope you have a good night." She recommenced walking towards her car.

Fitz walked silently beside her. She turned off the alarm on the navy blue car and he reached for the door and opened it for her.

When she was safely nestled in, Fitz handed her a card with his number. "In case you change your mind."

Olivia smiled her thanks and collected the card. Wordlessly he closed the door to her car and stepped back, watching as she turned on the vehicle before backing out of the parking space.

As she was driving home the white piece of paper with minimalistic printed design mocked her from the passenger seat. She knew she was only kidding herself when she turned him down.

It had been two days since Olivia turned him down and he couldn't get her off of his mind. The thoughts did nothing to assuage his hurt feelings, he wasn't used to being turned down by women. More times than not he was the one to do so. Nevertheless, he wasn't going to lose hope. Maybe she will call, he thought. He also made it his duty to stay clear of the restaurant. If she wanted to be with him he was going to wait for her to make the first contact.

Fitz was at home in his gym room working out a sweat. He was currently working on his core by assaulting the heavyweight bag that hung from the ceiling. All of the pent up stress from the week was released with each punch.

When he was finished with his vigorous workout regime he retired to the walk in shower, adjusting the settings of the water before stripping out of his workout clothes.

Swaddled in a plush white robe, Fitz padded to the open plan, state of the art kitchen and grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl after his refreshing shower. He tossed it expertly in the air and caught it before bringing it to his mouth for a big bite. Just as he was walking to the stove to grab the breakfast his housekeeper had made the sound of his cellphone began ringing. Annoyed, he rerouted his steps to the faraway counter that housed it.

Without checking the screen, Fitz answered, "what" and was surprised to hear a shy "hi." Immediately, he knew who it was and it made him smile.

Olivia wore a pastel green, strapless eyelet dress that hugged her bodice tightly and loosely around her hips, landing mid thigh. On her feet she wore brown wedge-heeled sandals that complemented her brown sun hat and brown cross-body purse. She did it; she called him and agreed to meet up for brunch. Two days of thinking about him drove her in to doing so.

The restaurant he suggested was unfamiliar to her so she googled it on her way and was surprised to see that it was highly acclaimed. In addition to the pricey venue he offered to send a car to pick her up but she turned him down, as it wasn't necessary. As she made her way to the restaurant she wondered what she was getting herself in to. Who exactly was Fitz and why couldn't she stay away from him?

Her thoughts of uncertainty got pushed to the back of her mind when her eyes landed on the man who plagued her thoughts constantly over the past 48 hours. He stood at a small round table that was off to the side of the open room, closest to the water, as it was a beachfront restaurant. He looked handsome dressed in khaki chinos and un-tuck white short-sleeved button down shirt – a few buttons were undone, revealing lightly dusted chest hair. His smile was wide, showcasing his pearly white teeth contrasting against his suntanned skin.

The minute she was standing in front of him, he whispered, "hi" and she returned his brief greeting.

The maître D' bid them a pleasant dining experience and promised to send over their requested beverages with a waiter before leaving the duo.

"You look beautiful," Fitz appraised verbally and visually.

Olivia blushed at the once over he gave with his eyes and replied, "thank you. You look nice, too."

Fitz smirked, "thanks."

Olivia was trying to hold his gaze but the intensity of it was too strong so she redirected her eyes onto the décor of the restaurant. Most of the walls were of pastel colors, giving off a Caribbean vibe while the furniture was mostly tanned. The soft whimsical musical ebbing from the surround sound system gave off a light airy feel, fashioning a happy ambiance.

"What changed?" Fitz baritone voice asked, pulling her back to him.

His blue eyes studied her intently as he awaited an answer.

Olivia gave a slight shrug of her shoulder because truthfully she couldn't tell what had exactly changed. So she answered simply, "I asked myself, why not? So here I am."

Fitz cocked an eyebrow at her, intrigued by her answer – at the same time their waiter arrived with their beverage. They simultaneously said thanks before the waiter retreated, allowing them a few more minutes to peruse the menu.

"I'm glad you came," he stated earnestly.

Olivia only nodded as she took a long sip of her non-alcoholic cocktail juice.

"Did you grow up in Miami?" She asked, returning the flute onto the wooden table.

"For the most part. What about you?"

She shook her head no. "I lived in California for most of my life."

Fitz nodded as he took a sip of his drink. "And how long have you been living down here?" he questioned.

"About a year now."

His eyebrows shot up at her answer. "How do you like it down here, newbie?" He teased and Olivia laughed. She was beginning to relax under his intense gaze.

"I really like it down here, hate the traffic but other than that, it's been good."

Fitz nodded his agreement. Their waiter interrupted them to take their food order, each rattled off a different dish from the menu and the bubbly spirited young man retreated.

"So what do you do?" Olivia asked curiously.

"I'm in the shipping industry," he answered.

"Which part?" She probed, sensing that he didn't like to talk much about himself, but she wanted to know more about him in order to see where it all could lead.

"I run a shipyard, transporting oil and other goods internationally."

"Oh..." she tried to downplay her surprise. So he was rich, she thought. "Well, you know where I work so there's not much talking there," she added bashfully.

"That maybe true, Olivia but I want to know everything about you, starting with your favorite drink…"

She smiled and obliged him. Hours of endless conversation passed with much laughter as they shared little tidbits of themselves.

Five weeks ago, was the first of many dates the duo went on. They frequented different restaurants and talked a lot on the phone. They got to know each other's likes and dislikes and shared hobbies, one being their love for swimming. So one Saturday morning Fitz invited Olivia over to his house to swim, at first she put up a front but surely enough he was able to get her to agree. Although they dated for such an extensive period of time, physically they hadn't indulged in anything more than a few chaste kisses on the lips. Fitz noticed that Olivia had a wall up and was slowly trying to break it down. Even though he wanted her badly he wasn't going to rush her. She was teaching him patience something he wasn't quite used to.

When she first arrived at his home fifteen minutes ago he watched as she took in his living environment. She was impressed but not impressed in the way that some girls would see him – with dollar signs. He was quickly becoming to know and believe that Olivia wasn't one of those girls. She was very hardworking and they often times had fights over who should pay the bill – he always won, of course.

After showing her off to the guest room where she could change out of her clothes and into her swimsuit Fitz moved to the pool area in the backyard to ensure that everything was perfect. He had nice music playing in the background and two deck chairs out under a white canopy to shade them from the harsh rays of the sun. A table laden with fruits and cheeses were covered down and several alcoholic and non-alcoholic beverages sat to chill.

He was taking off his white T-shirt when he saw her walking down the pathway from the house to the pool. Her hair was curly today, a state he preferred but she had a knack for changing hairstyles on a whim. One day she would wear it long, short, curly or straight.

He took in her slender body as it sashayed under the tropical printed kimono that shielded her bathing suit from him.

"Good thing I saw Lucy because I would've gotten lost in this big ole house of yours," she wisecracked. Lucy was his trusted housekeeper and cook.

"You're here now." Fitz smirked and beckoned her closer. When she was standing in front of him he wrapped his arm loosely around her waist, staring into her expressive brown eyes for a few second before lowering his head and capturing her mouth in a steamy kiss. He kissed her slowly at first, probing his tongue gently at the seam of her lips until she granted him access. When she did he deepened the kiss and his hands slackened from her waist and gravitated towards her ass, squeezing it – bringing her closer to him.

Olivia moaned into his mouth as she lost herself in the sensation of his kiss. Long forgotten feelings were bubbling closely to the surface. As the kiss continued Fitz' hands continued to grope at her round globes, pressing her into his stirring manhood.

She was getting hot for him and knew that if she didn't stop soon she wouldn't be able to stop and would let him take her in the privacy of his backyard. Luckily, the tall palm trees and manicure shrubs of greenery concealed them.

He broke the kiss and began kissing her neck and boy wasn't that the wrong move for her. She was turned on beyond limit and could no longer turn back. Instead of pushing away from him she wrapped a leg around his waist so that the friction of his hardening cock hit her where she needed it most.

"Fitz… I need you…" she panted breathlessly into his hair, hanging onto his biceps for leverage as she continued grinding her bikini clad center against his thinly covered manhood through his striped board shorts.

Fitz was consumed with lust and passion so he led her to the canopy and gently sat down on one of the lounge chairs and placed her on his lap. With her sitting directly on his manhood he grabbed handfuls of her ass, moving her along the length of him, grinding her core into his shaft. He could feel her wetness seeping through the fabric of his shorts.

Olivia moaned feeling her orgasm rising, and leaned forward to connect their lips in a wet and rushed kiss. She wanted to feel more and all of him. "Put it in…" she moaned. She probably would regret this later but in the moment she didn't. This was what she wanted.

"You sure?" Fitz grunted, continuing to move her against his hard member, feeling his composure unraveling with each touch of her fluffy lower lips.

"Yea… please Fitz…"

In one smooth motion he loosened the string on his board shorts before pulling out his cock through the opening, poking her lower stomach. Olivia looked down at the delicious sight of him, she knew he was packing from the way he walked and the outline in his pants, but to see him in all his glory made her wetter.

Pushing her bikini bottom to the side she helped him guide his cock to her center and she slowly sank down, taking him in inch by delicious inch. It had been too long since she'd experienced this and the times she had couldn't be compared to this moment. He filled her to the hilt, stretching her walls to accommodate both his girth and length. Every ridge and veins she felt pressing into her walls and the feeling alone almost made her cum.

"Fuck!" Fitz groaned. "You're so tight, so fucking tight." He grunted as he began to move in and out of her wet pussy. The sound of her wetness carried above the music and it turned him on. He watched as her breasts bounced with each upward thrust he made. One hand holding on tightly to her ass, guiding her up and down his length while the other moved to her breasts, intermittently cupping them – left then right, then left then right again.

Olivia rested her head in the crook of his neck, biting down on his shoulder as she tried to muffle her cries and peals, his cock thrust deeper into her, leaving her a quivering mess. He was invading every part of her and it was an enchanting experience.

With her bikini top roughly pulled off, her taut nipples grazed his chest as both of his hands continued to hold onto the round flesh of her ass, moving her up and down his rigid length. She could feel the cool wind caressing her skin, cooling down their overheated bodies.

"Faster," she cried as she felt her orgasm growing closer and Fitz began to thrust faster and harder. "Fuck…Shit…Fuck…" she yelped when his hips began winding in the opposite direction hitting her G-spot every single time. Her legs began trembling a sure sign that she was going to explode soon. And then he did something she least expected, one of his hands let go of her ass, raised in the air and brought down in a sharp slap to her right cheek. The sting immediately sent her over the precipice, causing her entire body to tremble in his arms as she came hard cursing and screaming at the top of her lungs. Never had she experienced such a powerful orgasm that left her breathlessly clinging on for dear life. Her entire world shifted on its axis and she knew in that moment that she was fucked for good. He'd marked her as his and there was no going back.

A month later and the duo had come to terms that their feelings for each other were deep and they wanted to be more than someone they dated. Olivia stopped fighting the feelings she had for him and allowed him into parts of her that wasn't privy to other people.

Whenever she was around him she felt so cared for and appreciated. He showered her with his undying affections and always seemed to put her first. He asked her questions and valued her input, something she wasn't used to. She knew that he had a demanding job and didn't place hefty requirements on him, but off of his own freewill he prioritized their relationship. He called regularly and they saw each other at least three times a week.

It was her day off and Fitz had made arrangement for them to spend the day together. Olivia was beginning to feel bad that she hardly had time to spend with Quinn because she was most times with Fitz when she wasn't working, but Quinn seem to understand.

Around 6:30 that morning Fitz picked her up in his no top Jeep and they made their way to the marina. On the way over Olivia bombarded him with questions about what he had planned but he refused to divulge anything other than where they were heading.

When they arrived at the marina he parked the jeep and quickly got out and walked around the vehicle to open Olivia's door. Once they were standing outside the vehicle he pressed the security alarm to lock it.

Fitz took ahold of her hand and interlocked their fingers. "We're going sailing," he finally explained.

Olivia's eyes widened with delight as she quickly grew excited. Fitz walked her down the port surrounded by rows of boats in all colors and models, glistening under the morning dew. They walked for five minutes until Fitz stopped in front of a white and navy blue Bermudan sloop sailboat sat majestic atop the water top.

"She's a beauty," Olivia whispered, admiring The Rose.

"I named her after my mother," he explained the red italic inscription on the sides.

Olivia nudged him with her shoulder to offer him silent comfort, recently learned that his mother had left the earth since he was a young boy.

Fitz wordlessly helped her onto the boat and climbed in after. The boat caretaker, Nick, welcomed them aboard and went over general information with Fitz.

"You don't easily get motion sickness, do you?" Fitz asked, rolling up the sleeve of his shirt. Olivia shook her head no, admiring his muscular forearm. "Good," he pecked her lips before ushering her to the back where the nautical system of the boat was.

"What are you doing?" Olivia asked curiously with a cocked eyebrow.

Fitz chuckled. "What you think?" He quipped, turning on the engine of the boat and it roared to life.

He laughed again at her adorably cute face, staring on in wonderment. "There are many things about me that you don't know about, sweet baby," he warned playfully, using his newfound nickname he gave her after exploring the taste of her jewel.

"Mmm… I bet so. Can I help steer?" she implored, after recovering from her initial surprise that he also can drive a boat. She didn't know why that was surprising because he seemed to be a man of many talents and the fact that he worked at a shipping company also helped him in this instance.

"Sure, come here." She moved over to where he was and he put her to stand in front of him. He took five minutes to explain what the various gages, buttons and levers were used for.

"I'll just steer the boat because everything else looks too complicated," she grinned after her crash course was completed and she couldn't retain the information.

"Whatever you want, beautiful." He watched as she blushed at his endearment. To him she was the most beautiful woman he'd lay eyes on, even though he might be bias.

A few minutes later Nick called, saying that they were ready to go and that the boat was unanchored from the deck and Fitz began navigating it slowly out of the harbor. Olivia stood bracing against his chest as his clean unique smell mixed with the salty air filled her nostrils.

"This is glorious…" she sighed as they got farther and farther away from the dock and the wide blue ocean opened up before them. The sun was now creeping up into the sky, casting and orange glow onto the water. It was mesmerizing and it took her breath away. They weren't the only ones on the water; off into the distance they could see other boats that already had their sails up.

"How often do you do this?" She turned slightly to take in the expression of his face.

"Not often, it's been a while since I did. Actually, I think this is probably the first time for the year I'm on the water," he said the last part as an afterthought.

"Hmmm…" she breathed in deeply. Out of her peripheral view she saw Nick walking towards them.

"How far out do you want to go?" He asked Fitz.

"Not too far, about another two miles south."

Nick nodded and went back to the front to begin the process of launching the sails.

"In a while I'll go help him with the sails and you're going to steer the boat for us."

"Huh?" Olivia panicked, swiftly turning around in his arms.

"Relax, it's going to be fine. You're going to be good at this," he assured, planting a soft kiss on her forehead.

"Ok…"

"Good," he smiled brightly.

Ten minutes later and she was steering the boat by herself while the two men manned the sail, launching it in the air. She felt exhilarated to be handling such a powerful machine and extremely valued to be trusted with it. She loved how much Fitz included her in whatever they were doing and not treated her like a show pony.

When the sail was launched the engine was set low, allowing the boat to be driven mostly by the wind. Fitz grabbed a wicket basket filled with breakfast goodies and laid out a blanket on the front of the boat for them. Nick made his self-scarce by retiring below the lower deck.

Olivia sat with her back against Fitz' chest for support as they feasted on the array of fruits, croissants, jam, cheese and orange juice.

"I can live out here forever," Olivia whispered after the last bite was had. Fitz hugged her from behind and kissed her neck softly.

"Me too." They sighed in unison, contentment radiating off of them as they watched the sun continued her journey up into the sky, soon to bless them with her full radiance and warmth.

"Olivia, I'm in love with you." Her body jumped at his soft confession, not so much by the words but by the timing, completely blindsided. She slowly turned around and saw the mirror image of the face she woke up to earlier in the week. The same look of adoration and tenderness covering his handsome face.

"You don't have to say it back to me," he quickly said after a few seconds passed and she vocalized nothing.

"Fitz…"

He stopped her, "No, it's ok. I just wanted you to know how I feel."

Olivia opened and closed her mouth several times; she knew what she was feeling but was unable to reciprocate the words.

He kissed her neck chastely before pointing to the water where a lone dolphin popped up for a few seconds. The conversation was diverted but Olivia still kept his confession replaying in the back of her mind. He loved her? That was huge.

Two months went by and the couple was growing stronger and their feelings intensified. However, all wasn't well in paradise. With it being mid December and Christmas quickly approaching Fitz invited Olivia to his company's annual Christmas ball. They got dressed to the nines, Fitz matched his pocket kerchief and tie with her dress. He was proud to have the most beautiful woman on his arm that evening.

The night was going well until Fitz was introduced as the founder and CEO of the company. Fitz gave Olivia a sheepish smile before walking up to the elegantly decorated platform and spoke briefly about their successful annual before wishing everyone a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. When he returned to the table, Olivia smiled and leaned in, getting close to his ears. "When were you going to tell me?"

He grinned and took a sip of his champagne. "I didn't think that it would matter," he countered lowly.

"It doesn't, but the fact still remains that you could have told me."

He only shrugged and Olivia let it slide for the time being because it wasn't the time or the place to discuss it. For the rest of the night she continued to be mildly interested with her surroundings until Fitz asked her to dance.

He led her out to the dance floor as one of Frank Sinatra's songs began playing through the orchestra.a

"Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?" Fitz crooned, as he began swaying her in his arms.

And now, the end is near
And so I face the final curtain
My friend, I'll say it clear
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain

"I think you might've, but I won't mind hearing it again," she batted her eyelashes. They continued to sway in time to the music.

I've lived a life that's full
I've traveled each and every highway
But more, much more than this
I did it my way

"You look beautiful, irrevocably and completely beautiful," he whispered before singing in time with the music.

"Regrets, I've had a few
But then again, too few to mention
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption"

Olivia felt an overpowering of love as he serenated her with his baritone voice.

"I planned each charted course
Each careful step along the byway
And more, much more than this
I did it my way"

He stopped singing for a moment when there was a pause, allowing the musical instruments to take precedence.

Wrapped safely in his arms he hummed in time to the music, cocooning her in his love like a blanket of protection. She didn't know how she got to this point when over a year ago her life felt like an abyss.

Lips parted slightly she licked them to retain moisture before uttering valuable words that not only did he want to her but also what she felt. "I'm in love with you, too." Her voice was barely a decibel above the soothing music.

Fitz pulled back his head a little so that he could see her face. She could see the relief he wore. "I love you, Fitz," she repeated genuinely, grinning from ear to ear.

He beamed at her before fusing their lips in a short, sweet kiss.

Later that night when they returned to his place, the front door wasn't properly closed when he began kissing her, tugging at the cobalt blue gown she sported.

"Careful… it's couture," she moaned, chastising his rough handling.

"Then take it off," he suggested urgently.

Olivia pushed him off so that she could unzip the dress. Fitz watched as the dress fell into a pool of fabric around her feet, leaving her in a lacy bodysuit.

"Fuck…" he breathed, feeling his manhood straining against the zipper of his dress slacks.

"You like?" She asked demurely, biting her bottom lip.

He didn't answer with words, instead he swoop her up in his arms and carried her across to the master bedroom where he laid her onto the king-sized bed and proceeded to make love to her. First with his mouth, slow and deliberate until she catapulted into ecstasy. Without given reprieve he connected their bodies together from behind and held her tightly as he slowly moved in and out of her tight channel, listening as she reciprocated words of endearments as their coupling peaked.

Minutes after they were finished Olivia got up and cleaned off herself and climbed onto Fitz' back, resting her head in between his shoulder blades – thinking about how much she loved him. She loved him so much and wanted to bare her soul with him, her entire soul and that was a scary thing. There were parts of her that was so dark and she was afraid to voice them.

Minutes of blissful satisfaction was carrying Fitz into the land of slumber, coupled with the soft touch of her hand running through his curls. Her voice was barely above a whisper when she asked, "why didn't you tell me you owned your own company?" Her mind hadn't forgotten about that.

Fitz sighed and opened his eyes, preparing himself to answer her. "I didn't think that it mattered. What's the big deal?" he asked softly.

Olivia exhaled audibly. "I just feel like that was something you could've shared with me. We've been together for a while now and whenever I ask you anything about work it's always so vague."

"Because work is boring… I would rather talk about you." He took her vacant hand and entwined their fingers, bringing it to his mouth for a quick kiss.

"That's not an excuse, Fitz. If we're going to be together then we should be honest with each other."

"You're right." He gently turned his body so that she was lying on her side and facing him.

She smiled whimsically, her hand still playing in his curls, something she loved to do.

With a straight face, Fitz said, "I smuggle contraband through my shipping company."

Olivia laughed and swatted his chest, thinking that he was kidding but he didn't laugh. When she realized that he didn't her heart began thumping in her chest.

Her eyes moved wildly in her head, looking at him. "You're not kidding?"

Fitz shook his head no. "That's why I don't talk about work. That's a part of me that is separate from us, you don't need to be a part of that and I'll never let it affect us, Livvie."

At his words Olivia flew up from the bed, her naked body on full display. "No, no!" She shook her head wildly while covering her ears; she couldn't believe that her life would lead her right back to where she started. "I'm not doing this again!"

"Olivia, listen to me. I know it may seem overwhelming right now but trust me it's ok. I'll never let anything happen to you. This is just business, I promise you." He slowly got up and walked towards her.

"No, Fitz! No!" She began crying hysterically, words didn't even suffice for how she was feeling. How could he be the bad guy? How could she fall in love with a man like her father?

"Livvie, come on. Please try to understand. This is only business," he pleaded.

"I don't want anything to do with you anymore," she sobbed.

"You don't mean that," Fitz rebutted.

"Yes, I do! I'm not going to be a part of this life again. I endured 30 years of living with a man who lived this kind of life," she paused, flailing her arms for emphasis, "and I will be damn if I do it again. 30 years of living in hell!" Her voice trembled as she spoke.

Something about her words chilled Fitz to the bone, a cold settled in. In a calm voice, he asked, "Olivia, what's the name of your father?"

"Don't ask me that," she cried. In the past whenever he brought up questions about her father she always shot him down, telling him that her father died when she was a teenager so he thought it was painful memory so he didn't badger her, but now he was getting a different story. And it scared him, scared him a whole lot.

Fitz approached her and she shrunk back until her back was against the wall, both as naked as they were born. "What's your father's name?" he asked darkly.

Olivia gulped and looked at him through tear-drenched lashes. "Eli Pope."

Fitz could feel his heart beating rapidly at the base of his throat. "Did he also go by the name of Rowan Pope?"

Olivia's tears stopped then as curiosity took over. How did he know that he went by Rowan? It was his business alias. In a shaky voice, she answered, "yes."

Fitz recoiled from her as if she had slapped him. How could he have been so oblivious that she was Rowan's Pope daughter? Had he known from the beginning he would have never pursued her. What kind of karma was this that the woman he fell in love with was the daughter of the man he killed?

Olivia watched as his entire body became white as a ghost. Something in the back of her mind told her to ask, "how do you know my father?"

Fitz stared at her absentmindedly and shook his head. He couldn't answer that question.

"ANSWER ME!" Olivia screamed as panicked filled her, horrible thoughts conjuring in her mind.

"I can't answer you, I'm sorry. You have to go. You have to go…" he muttered, looking at her as if she was a ghost. "You can't be here. I'm no good for you."

Olivia was beyond confused and agitated, one minute he was begging her to stay and the next he was telling her to leave.

Standing resolute, she said, "Not without you answering my question. How did you know my father?"

Fitz felt so sick to his stomach, knowing that he would bring her irrevocable pain. He couldn't tell her the truth; this was something he could never tell her because she would never forgive him if he did. It was a secret he would have to take to the grave. If he wanted her to be in his life then he would have to cover his sins, bury his sins because once it got out there would be no going back.

Taking a deep breath he said, "your father and I did business together several years ago. I didn't know he had a family." He offered as an explanation, reasoning why he didn't know of her.

Olivia sighed audibly her entire body relaxing from his confession. She didn't know why she found his confession so relieving, her mind had conjure the worst thoughts so hearing him say that he only transacted business with him made her breathe a little easier.

Although relieved she still made her way to his closet to grab clothes out of her designated drawer that he had gifted her and quickly slipped into a pair of panties, leggings and sweater.

"Liv, please don't go." She ignored him as he came behind her and wrapped his arm around her waist but she quickly removed them.

"I can't be with you anymore. If you want me, then you're going to have to stop transporting drugs." She gave him her ultimatum and just like she expected, he said nothing.

Fitz stepped aside and allowed her to walk out of the walking closet. Olivia looked back with tears in her eyes. "Aren't you going to say something to stop me from walking out?"

"Olivia, what do you want me to say? Do you want me to lie and tell you that I won't do it but we both know that I will? I'm in too deep to stop now, I just can't. I've made too many deals with too many people to go back on my word, but I can promise you that we will be ok. I will keep you protected and you won't have to worry about a thing. Nothing will change between us. I'm still the same guy, Livvie, only now you've seen my flaws."

Olivia stood staring at him and knew that he was right, he wasn't going to change and she didn't know what to do with that. As much as she wanted to be with him she couldn't be connected to that lifestyle again.

Seconds turned into minutes as they just stood there staring at each other, Fitz was still as naked as the day, in a way metaphorically baring his soul.

"I know I sprung this on you but you asked me to be honest and this is part of who I am, Livvie.

She walked up to him and cupped his face with her palm and whispered, "I need time to think about this."

Water immediately settled in his eyes and it only served to fill hers. "Livvie…" he pleaded.

"No, Fitz…" shaking her head she turned on her heel and walked away from him.

To be continued…

AN: Y'all better review, because I spent all day writing this 6,000 + words chapter. LOL. Seriously, please review. What should Olivia do giving the fact that Fitz probably wouldn't stop his shady business? He's in too deep so that's not easy for him to stop, do you think he's just using that as an excuse to continue or you think he actually has a chance to stop? What about the deal with her dad and his resolve to never tell her what he did? Will it come back to haunt him? I know I went through a lot of time jumps but it was necessary in order to push the story along because it is only going to be three or so chapters.

Again, please review.

Until next time,

XOXO.