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The next day Fitz stormed into his twentieth floor office at Global Enterprise Shipping Company (GESC). He hadn't slept well last night. Since Olivia left he couldn't sleep, he spent all night thinking about what he was going to do now that she knew who he was and the type of business he was in. He knew for a fact that changes needed to be made in order to accommodate her in his life and vice versa. And he was willing to make those changes or at least some adjustments. However, he wasn't keen at all to tell her that he killed her father. That would definitely be the end of them if he did.

Fitz was looking through his window, admiring the beige beach and palm trees swaying in the distance. His mind went to days when he and Olivia would lay leisurely out on a private beach soaking up the sunshine. The way her mocha skin would glow even more so and her smile was always wide. He loved seeing her carefree and happy. Closing his eyes he began thinking about how he would feel if he never saw her sweet smile again. He couldn't live knowing that they couldn't be together.

Removing his cell from his slacks pocket he subconsciously dialed her number without even looking at the screen. Her phone rang six things before it went straight to voicemail. Her sweet message made his heart leap in his chest. Exhaling deeply he decided to leave her a heartfelt message, hoping that she would contact him.

By the time he was ending the voicemail with an "I love you" his right hand man walked through his office door. He ended the call and returned his cellphone into his pocket.

"You requested this, Boss," Charlie said, a befuddled expression covering his face while he tossed a brown folder onto his desk, it landed with a thud.

"Thanks," Fitz mumbled, collecting the file. "Sit down, I have something to ask of you."

Charlie occupied the seat across from him even more confused.

Olivia lay in bed, thinking about her life as it was her day off and she was too depressed to get up and do something. She wasn't even supposed to be home today. She was supposed to be at him. She couldn't believe that despite the necessary steps she took to remove herself from such an environment that she ended up being where she started. Well, not exactly where she started as Fitz was nothing like her father. These past seven months had been some of the happiness moments in her life. She was in love with a man that made her radiate with joy and happiness. But could she put aside her trepidations for him? Could she quiet the alarm bells ringing in her ears for him? That's the thing; despite growing up under a father whose livelihood came from doing illegal business she didn't have it in her to be a part of it. She honestly didn't want any part to play in it. And love, at the end of the day wasn't enough for her to put away her misgivings.

So when he called she let his call go to voicemail. She couldn't stand talking to him at the moment.

Exhaling loudly she grabbed her phone from the spare pillow next to her and unlocked it before clicking on her voicemail icon.

She closed her eyes as his deep baritone voice came over the speaker.

He sighed before beginning his message. "Livvie, I know you don't want to talk to me right now and I understand. You didn't bargain for this kind of life when you agreed to be with me. But you got to believe me when I say that I would do everything in my power to protect you and keep you safe because I love you… I'm in love with you and I want us to work. I'm going to fix this so we can be together. I don't want you to give up your conscience and your integrity for me. I would never ask you to throw away who you are to accommodate me. I love you too much for that." A long sigh escaped his lips. "I love you…" The message ended.

Tears were streaming down her face before the message even got halfway. She was seriously torn. What was she to do?

Fitz was losing his damn mind and patience, two weeks had past and Olivia wasn't picking up his calls or replying to his texts or even acknowledging the notes he sent by mail attached to her favorite knickknacks. If it weren't for the fact that he didn't want to appear as a stalker he would've driven to her apartment. But he realized that he had to stay calm and relax and give her enough space to just be. In the meantime, he was in the process of making adjustments, big changes that would make her comfortable. So when she was ready to be with him he would be ready.

That night he sat on the L shape couch in his living room sipping on a tumbler of bourbon as the soulful voice of Bill Withers float through the room.

Ain't no sunshine when she's gone, the lyrics went and he couldn't agree more. Since Olivia had left he wasn't the same. It's not warm when she's away. His king sized bed was cold without her warming presence. Fitz had his eyes closed as he allowed the sad song to wash over him. If he could only talk to her and convince her that this thing they have was real for him and he was going to keep her safe.

The brown liquid had reached the very bottom of the crystal glass and he was draining it when he heard his cell phone ringing. At first he was going to let it ring out, he wanted to sit and wallow in his sorrow, but when he saw the call was from her he quickly accepted it.

"Olivia," he answered a bit desperately, anxious to hear her voice in person, other than the prerecorded one telling him to leave a message after the beep. She didn't immediately reply. Several seconds passed before he heard her soft voice.

"Come over…" she whispered before ending the call without giving him a moment to respond.

Fitz hastily got up but when he did the effects of the alcohol had already climbed to his head making him dizzy so he sat back down with a humph! He knew then that he couldn't drive so he dialed Charlie's number and requested for him to come get him. It was going to take him a little longer to get to her apartment but he wasn't going to give up. No, he won't.

Olivia made sure everything looked perfect. Her small apartment was clean and smelled of fragrant vanilla and peach candles. They were strategically placed around the room, giving off an amber glow in the dim lights. She finger combed through her slightly below shoulder length deep wavy curls to quell her nerves. She was so unbelievably nervous, hoping that her plan would go off without a hitch.

She glanced at the oval minimalistic clock on her white wall – 8PM, she noted. What's taking him so long? Maybe he's not coming… Maybe I pushed him a way for good. She sighed, trying to shake herself of the negative thoughts. She wanted him to come, if only for tonight. Her doorbell chimed and it startled her into putting her palm over her rapidly beating heart. Exhaling deeply, she gave herself a once over in the floor length mirror before padding across the living room.

Fitz stood on the other side of the door with his heart hammering in his chest and slightly sweaty palms. He didn't know what to expect when she opened the door. Was this her attempt to take me back? He hoped so. While waiting he checked his reflection in the glass design on the wooden door. He had changed into a fitted white T-shirt and jeans while waiting for Charlie, in hope to rid himself from the smell of bourbon.

His breath ceased when he heard the doorknob turning from the inside. Two short seconds later it was opened but he couldn't see her. She hid behind it.

"Come in," her voice beckoned and he slowly ambled through the doorway. The minute he was on the inside the sweet aroma of candles greeted him.

Olivia shut the door when he was a good distance away from it, finally revealing herself.

"Hi."

"…Hi," he returned, almost on a choked breath.

"Thought you weren't going to come tonight," she said in a calm voice, a small smile etched on the corner of her full lips.

Fitz just stared at her. He couldn't keep his eyes off of her and that partially had to do with the scandalous lacy lingerie she wore. A tight black corset held her breasts together, her girls practically spilling out of it, and her legs were covered with thigh high stockings that were connected by garter belts. On her feet she wore ridiculously high black stilettos that were strappy. Her lips were painted a scarlet red and her eyes done skillfully with dark eye makeup. His mouth ran dry and despite of the alcohol in his system he could feel himself growing hard. She would do that to him with her out of this world sexiness and candid beauty.

He cleared his throat and responded, "I'm here, aren't I?"

She gave him a brief nod before walking off, his eyes followed her; he noticed then that her underwear was a thong. He gulped, gazing at the fleshly globes of her ass, round and firm.

She stopped walking and turned her head to look at him over her shoulder. "Follow me."

It took him a few seconds to get his mind right but he followed her without hesitation.

Olivia was unbelievably nervous despite her outward appearance; everything she planned for tonight was threatening to fail because his presence was affecting her greatly. He looked so extraordinarily good in a simple shirt and jeans. His muscles looked even more defined like he had been working out more. His hair had grown out and was now falling a little below his ears, he looked yummy and her heart ached because she missed him. She missed him terribly.

They were now standing face to face next to her bed in the studio style apartment.

"Livvie-"

She interrupted him with a hand. "Don't, let's not talk. I don't want to talk." She moved away quickly to press the play button on her cellphone connected to a small wireless Bluetooth speaker. The sweet voice of Laura Izibor began wafting through the speaker filling the small space. Olivia moved back to Fitz and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him against her body and he reciprocated the gesture.

"Dance with me," she beseeched him.

They began swaying in time to the music, both of their eyes shut tightly as they allowed themselves to feel the reconnection.

If an angel came down to me
Asked what I would do differently
I would say nothing you see
I have loved someone truly
And if I do not see tomorrow
You know it's gonna be alright
Cos I got my baby right by my side
And if the rain ain't falling
And the sun ain't shining
It makes no difference to me
I'm right where I wanna be, and

Olivia felt the tears filling her eyes because her heart was aching, she couldn't believe the impossible task she was faced with ahead. But for now, in that moment, she was going to hold him tight and pretend everything was all right.

If tonight is my last, what I gotta do
And if tonight is my last, I wanna spend it with you
And if the sky falls down it's gonna be alright
Cos I got you here tonight, ooh

Fitz kissed her temple area softly and pulled her even more tightly to him. He knew what she was doing and it was breaking his heart too. He couldn't let her give up on them; he couldn't bear the thought of her walking away permanently.

If I had to give all that I own
In return for love that's grown
I would give it gladly
Cos nothing else compares
To the moments that we share
And if the rain ain't falling
And the sun ain't shining
It makes no difference to me
I'm right where I wanna be, and

They swayed to the song two more times as it was on repeat. On the second playing Olivia pulled Fitz' mouth down to hers and connected their lips in an earnest kiss. She kissed him fervently and passionately, conveying her frantic feelings and he kissed her back with equal fervor. The kiss went on for several seconds until they both pulled apart for air. They looked at each other desire dancing in their eyes before fusing their lips again.

This time Olivia took the lead and walked him backwards until his knees hit the back of the bed. He sat on it. She stood between his legs and brought his hands to her ass, giving him permission to squeeze them. Big masculine hands squeezed her mounds deliciously while she ran her fingers through his thick dark locks as their tongues continued to duel.

"I missed you," Fitz groaned against her lips when they pulled apart for a moment of reprieve.

"I missed you too," she confessed back at him. It was like those words snapped the cord of self-restraint within him. He grabbed firmly onto the back of her head and reconnected their lips, kissing her deeper, causing her to moan loudly into his mouth. He was flipping the switch on her and she didn't want him to be in control, but here he was stripping her of her self appointed dominance.

The kiss ignited every nerve endings in her body and she was burning with arousal for him. He lifted her up by the thighs and brought her down on his lap as he continued his soul-sucking kiss. It was so good, so, so good…

"Fitz..." Olivia panted when she felt his adroit fingers moving between her legs, climbing closer to her pulsating center. She was already sitting on his stiffened member, grinding against it through the denim material. She was losing control and it was not surprising when it came to him.

"I need to feel how wet you are for me, baby. I need to know you still get wet for me," he said in a dangerously deep tone. He was too sexy for his own good and for her.

"Yes…" was also she muttered when she felt his index finger ran the length of her slit over the seat of her thong. The barely there touch almost had her jumping out of her skin. It was so erotic…

"God, you're so wet. Is that for me?" His gruff voice asked.

"Yes!" she cried when his finger slipped inside of her panty and began circling the stiffening button of her clit.

Fitz continued to play with her while rocking his jeans cladded erection against her center. His free hand was still circled around her head and he brought her lips down for another round of kisses. She tried pulling away when his thick digit entered her but he kept her close, nibbling on her succulent bottom lip. When she was getting used to his lone digit he added a second one, curving them to hit her sweet spot.

"Fitz…ffffff…." She pealed unintelligibly as she held onto his shoulders, riding on his fingers. She could feel her orgasm building; her walls squeezed him tighter.

"Let me hear you cum…" he commanded softly, grabbing her left ear lobe between his teeth.

She pulled away and shook her head no, biting down on her bottom lip to muffle her sounds. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction. After all, she was the one who was supposed to be in control.

"No?" Fitz was surprised by her refusal. It was like she was holding back on him and he didn't like it.

She shook her head again while continuing to enjoy the feel of his hand working its magic below.

"Oh." The haze in his eyes instantly cleared and he removed his fingers completely out of her underwear before gently lifting her off of him and placing her to sit on the bed.

"Fitz," Olivia whined, attempting to reattach herself back onto him with her arms around his neck.

He stopped her assaults, holding onto her wrists. They needed to talk, sex wasn't going to resolve their issue. "What are we doing here?"

"I don't want to talk," she returned exasperatedly, eyes instantly ablaze with anger as she tried to claw her way back onto him.

That made him frustrated because she wasn't willing to talk to him. "Is this what you want from me?" he asked angrily, pushing her hand onto his erection, giving her access to feel it. "Is this what tonight is about? A quick fuck and then you're going to get rid of me?"

Olivia snatched her hand away from him and sucked her teeth, panting in both arousal and frustration. Her plan was revealed; tonight was exactly what he hinted at but she didn't confirm it. She got up with an attitude and went to the bathroom to grab her bathrobe. She wrapped the short silk material over her lingerie-clad body before making her way back into the room.

When she returned Fitz was standing up, running his fingers through his disheveled hair.

"We need to talk, Livvie," his deep voice implored.

She sighed, staring at him. "Fitz…" She began unbuckling the straps of her shoes, her eyes never leaving him; the mood was ruined. "This," she paused, gesturing between the two of them with her hands. "It's not going to work. I can't be with you anymore." She bit her bottom lip to stop herself from crying.

She watched as his face transformed before her eyes, so many emotions flitting across it. The most prominent one was hurt.

"Livvie, I told you I'm going to protect you. I'm dissolving that part of my business, that's what I've been doing for the past 2 weeks."

Olivia chuckled humorless, not fully convinced by his words. "You're just saying that to get me back."

"No. I'm saying that because I love you and I want you in my life. You think these past 2 weeks have been easy without you? I hardly slept, Livvie. I've been bussing my ass off trying to find away for us to be together."

She could hear the vulnerability in his voice as he spoke and she wanted more than ever to believe him. She wanted this thing with him; she wanted him…

Heels discarded she stood at her true height, looking up at him. "So you're done with that part of your life?" She asked hesitantly.

"I'm in the process of closing that chapter in my life, for good," he answered with finality.

Eyebrows rose in disbelief. "What did you do?" she questioned.

Fitz gave her a small smile. "I sold my company."

"Whaaaaaaat?" She couldn't believe he was that insane.

"I'll still have majority shares in it but I sold my company."

Olivia blinked her eyes a few times to properly digest his words. "So what about the other part?"

"I found a buyer who will continue to run it so the people I used to work with will be satisfied even though I will be out."

"Wow." She couldn't believe he sold his company for her. It was freaking unbelievable. "I can't believe you did it. I thought we couldn't make it." She became teary eyed as she revealed her inner fears, her lips twitching.

Fitz walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her lower waist before leaning his forehead against hers. "I love you more than I love being a drug cartel."

Olivia sniffed before pushing her lips up to meet his. They shared a short sweet kiss. "I love you too," she returned. Her heart was overflowing with love for him. He gave it all up for her. "I love you."

Their reunion moved to the bed where they united as one. It had been too long on both fronts so they took their time savoring each other. Fitz lay behind Olivia, driving smooth strokes into her tight channel, enjoying the snug fit of her around his cock. His hands molded around and squeezed her breasts while his mouth trailed warm nips and kisses on the length of her neck and shoulders.

"You feel so good…" he moaned against her ears while his strokes picked up pace.

"Oh god, yes…." She squealed. "Right there." She lifted her right foot up to give him more access. One of her hands found its way onto her stiff pearl and she began playing with herself as he continued his assault on her.

"Fit... fuck… fuck… I'm cuming," she cried as she felt the warmth spreading across her lower belly.

"Cum for me, sweet baby," he commanded gruffly, tweaking her nipples hard with his index and thumb fingers. His thrusts were fluid, going balls deep, caressing every crevice of her inner sanctuary.

"I…" she trailed as her walls began contracting around his length. Fitz wanted so badly to let go but he wanted more of her so he held on. He couldn't reach the promise land as yet.

Without giving her a moment of reprieve he pulled her up while positioning himself to lie on his back.

With his rigid length still embedded deeply inside of her he grabbed handfuls of her ass, moving her up and down. This was by far his favorite position with her. Her on top riding him into glory, he got a good eyes view of her breasts bouncing and the tantalizing display of his cock disappearing between her sodden folds. It was a heady experience, design to drive him insane.

"You're so wet, baby," he groaned as his thigh muscles moved up and down, aiding him to thrust deeply into her.

"Ahhh…" Olivia cried when his thrust hit that spot again, it was still tender from his last machinations.

Their joined moans continued to permeate the atmosphere but neither cared, they were together at last and nothing else mattered.

Desperate to feel her lips on his he pulled her down to kiss him. The slipperiness of her center and the shift in position caused his penis to slip out of her, so while they were kissing Olivia's hand guided him back into position and they hissed at the rejoined sensation. The sensual kiss caused them to slow their pace, prolonging the moment. It was too good to rush.

Chest to chest they laid while being connected in the most intimate of ways.

"I love you. I love you so much," Fitz grunted, running his hands along her back before resettling them on top of her ass.

The moment was intense and Olivia felt an array of emotions. She wanted to cry, laugh and give this man the best sex of his life all in one. It was no denying that she was a goner and that she loved him. In that moment she promised to give him everything just because he did the same for her.

"I love you, too." It was only four words but it encompassed everything she felt for him.

For the next couple of minutes they continued their lovemaking until they both reached the mountaintop of bliss, where the other's name spilled from their lips like a prayer.

After cleaning up their sticky combined mess the couple retired to bed in a spooning position, completely sated and satisfied.

"So we're good?" Fitz asked, the breath from his lips tickled the back of her neck.

She smiled into the darkness; the candles were long put out. "We're better than good."

He squeezed her tighter, his flaccid member resting directly in between the crook of her butt cheeks and he smiled when she wiggled her butt.

Silence reigned for a few minutes.

"Tell me something that you've never told me before," she implored cautiously, remembering the last time they had an in depth conversation that didn't go well. The moment felt right for bonding and sharing. She wanted to know everything about him and vice versa.

It was a while before he whispered; "I was homeless for one year of my life."

That got her attention and she turned around to face him. She studied his pensive expression in the dark. "How did that happen?"

"After turning 18 I had to leave the foster home, I ended up moving in with one of the other kids into an apartment. For the first couple of months things were fine and we were able to keep up with rent but then he got fired. We were both working as busboys at an Italian restaurant, making less than minimum wage. A month later business got too slow so the owner had to let me go. We survived with a roof over our head for another month until our landlord evicted us."

Olivia's eyes widened, she knew that he was orphaned at ten and was sent into foster care because he had no living relatives, or any that were willing to keep him. But she didn't know that he lived such a troubled life.

He continued. "For a year I watched as the system failed us. Unwilling to help the homeless, they said to get a job when no one was hiring so we were left to fend for ourselves on the streets. My friend got pulled into selling drugs but I refused because I didn't want that life." He paused, chuckling humorless. "I actually thought that I would be able to beat the odds one day and make a name for myself. But as months went by I got tired of living on the streets, hustling for a place to lay my head when night comes, food to eat and clothes to wear. I got tired so I ended up making my first sale and the rest is history. I determined then that I would never depend on a broken government that was never designed to help those in need, anyways."

Olivia had no words to say to that. She moved her naked body towards him; laying her breasts on his chest so that she can feel his heart. She needed to be close to him so that he knew she was here for him and she wasn't going anywhere. They had each other now to heal the past pain.

"And what happened to your friend?"

His body stiffened before he answered, "He was killed."

She shut her eyes and squeezed him tighter. Her voice was light as a feather when she said, "I want to spend the rest of my life with you…"

Fitz knew in his heart that he didn't deserve her. How could he when he'd unknowingly taken her father away? He was corrupted, he knew that much but she was bringing light into his life and he needed it. His dark soul craved for her light and sweet spirit to be a balm to his bitter and dark soul. He couldn't give her up now so he buried that secret a little deeper, never to be spoken aloud. It was his penance to bear. He made up his mind to take it to the grave.

He buried his face into her hair and presumed to show her what words would fail to convey, his eternal love for her…

A glimpse into the future…

Olivia had a long day and just wanted to curl up in bed with her husband but he had yet to come home. She was just about to slip in between the bed sheets and call him when she heard pandemonium coming from outside of their bedroom. Startled by the noise she almost screamed when a familiar pair of broad shoulders filled through the door. The look on his face nearly gave her a heart attack. Never had she seen him so pale and sick looking.

"Get Laurel, we gotta go, they're onto me."

She stared at him for several seconds, unable to speak much less move. One sentence and her entire world came crashing down.

"Liv, now!"

She knew that she couldn't freak out now and began to move quickly, questions would come later. On adrenaline she moved across to the nursery where their 2-year-old daughter was fast asleep and grabbed her. They spent the next half an hour in a flurry trying to pack as much clothes as they could into suitcases. From her peripheral view she saw Fitz moved aside some of his clothes in their walk in closet to reveal a safe. He typed in a password before unlocking it and grabbing the stacks of cash piled high and wide inside of it.

Laurel was beginning to fret for being rudely awakened; Olivia tried comforting her with one hand while working with the next.

Thirty minutes later, they were being driven to a private airport where they took on a new alias.

Olivia looked at Fitz who had regained some color in his cheeks and realized that all these years, everything was not what it seemed.

AN: Did ish get more crazy or what? I can't wait to hear your thoughts on this chapter. What is going on? Did Fitz actually dissolve his company for Olivia? What are your thoughts about him resolving to never tell her about her dad? Like, he made up his mind that it's never going to happen. Good go or no? We also learned that Fitz was in the foster care system so that give us a little more insight into why he does what he do.

Don't worry, I'll probably continue this story for a few more chapters, I realized that I couldn't cram it all into 3 chapters and since you gals insisted, I complied. Heheh. So in the future glimpse Olitz are married and have a two-year-old daughter. Woohooo. But they are running away from someone or something. Who or what?

Just keep in mind this story will definitely be fast paced but I'll try to fill in the blanks of when they got married and conceived their child.

Please continue to leave me an abundance of reviews. You don't know how much I appreciate them. They keep me motivated and I feel inspired and valued for my work, tbh. So thank you, thank you very much.

Until next time,

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