Unfortunately this is not another chapter to the story, but it is another chapter, if that makes any sense. This is the original idea I had in mind, but changed it. I'm posting it now to see if anyone finds this storyline better than the other one. The plots are very similar, but I changed it up a bit. Anyway let me know what you guys think and if you like this version better I'll continue with it instead. I hope you enjoy!

Olivia scanned the crowded restaurant. She was originally supposed to be there to celebrate her two year anniversary with her boyfriend… well ex-boyfriend now, Edison Davis, but those plans were shot to hell when she walked in on him taking some random girl from behind in his dorm room. Olivia should've been upset when she walked in on them, but she was more relieved if anything. Her relationship with Edison was boring and dull. The sex was less than average and so was Edison's package. There was no fun, no excitement ever. All Edison did was control her. She should have left his sorry ass sooner, but he refused to let her go the one time she tried. He actually dropped down to his knees and begged her to stay with him, which she did out of pity. Now look at her.

Alone at the restaurant Edison made a reservation for to celebrate their anniversary. Olivia lost her appetite after finding her lying cheating boyfriend having his way with some other girl, but that didn't mean she couldn't stop and get a quick drink to celebrate her break up. She walked over to the bar area of the restaurant that was also crowded. All the chairs were taken except one. There was one empty chair next to a man that appeared to be by himself. Olivia quickly made her way to the empty seat before someone else came and took it. Before sitting down she asked the man who was nursing a scotch if the seat was taken. Either he didn't hear her, was ignoring her, or wasn't sure if she was talking to him because the man didn't answer. Olivia asked him again and tapped his shoulder to get his attention.

He turned to look at her and her breath hitched at the sight of that fine specimen of a man. He had brown wavy hair that she immediately wanted to run her fingers through. The mysterious man had the most captivating blue eyes she'd ever seen. His nose was a little weird looking, but his lips looked kissable and soft. And that jawline of his… was strong and already had Olivia feeling some type of way. She let her eyes travel lower, admiring the way his suit fitted him perfectly and the way his muscles strained against the expensive fabric. Olivia couldn't help herself as her eyes curiously wandered down to his crotch. Her eyes went wide at what she saw. His bulge was big and he wasn't even erect.

Realizing that she was noticeably staring directly at his crotch and too long at that, Olivia brought her eyes back up to meet his. She immediately started blushing at the awareness that he caught her checking him out. The smirk and smug look on his face gave his knowledge away. Without any shame or remorse, the man did a once over of Olivia. The look in his eyes and the way he licked his lips told her he liked what he saw. Olivia shifted uncomfortably under his heavy gaze and his smirk grew into a cocky lopsided grin. The man decided to stop teasing her and finally answered her.

"No." He simply said, but that was all it took for Olivia to feel an ache in between her legs. His baritone voice was rich, deep, and laced with sex. The man just naturally oozed sexuality.

Olivia nodded and gave the man a small smile before taking a seat next to him, which did nothing to help the ache in between her legs because as soon as she sat down, her nostrils were filled with his cologne and the most masculine smell that she was sure was the man's own unique scent. Olivia waved over the bartender and ordered her favorite drink, which was red wine. The bartender set her drink down in front of her seconds later. As she took a sip of her wine, the man admired the way her plump lips pressed against the glass and secretly wondered what her lips would feel like against his, better yet what they would feel like wrapped around him. He shook that inappropriate thought from his head and decided to introduce himself.

"I'm Fitzgerald Grant." He said, extending the hand that was not holding his tumbler of scotch, to her.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Olivia Pope." Olivia replied politely, taking his hand and shaking it before letting it go.

"That's a beautiful name for such a beautiful woman." Fitz complimented her.

Olivia smiled and blushed at his compliment. "Thank you Fitzgerald." She said shyly.

"Fitz." He corrected her.

Olivia looked at him in confusion, "What?"

Fitz chuckled, "Call me Fitz. I don't like being called by my full name. Besides all of my friends call me Fitz."

Olivia laughed at that and Fitz swore that was greatest sound he had ever heard.

"Oh so when did we become friends exactly?" Olivia asked amusingly.

"When you were checking me out." Fitz replied with that same cocky grin on his face from moments ago.

Olivia's cheeks turned a crimson color at his words

"You're not going to let that go, are you?"

"Nope." Fitz answered, popping the "p" for emphasis. He was truly enjoying messing with the young beauty sitting next to him. "How old are you?"

"Why?" Fitz shrugged. "How old do you think I am?" Olivia asked.

Fitz leaned in a little to get a closer look at her. "Twenty-one." He said confidently. "Am I right?"

"Yeah, how'd you know?"

"Well I was gonna say eighteen but you're drinking wine at a bar not that that matters because eighteen year olds do it all the time but I have a feeling you're not that type of girl."

"What type of girl do you think I am?" Olivia challenged.

Fitz leaned back in his chair and observed her for a minute before answering, "I think you're a very intelligent, bright, ambitious, hardworking, quiet but if tempted fierce, and a no nonsense type of girl. I think you're the type of girl that chooses to stay home and study majority of the time while her friends go out and party. Am I close?"

Olivia was impressed by his read on her. He hit the nail directly on the head. She wasn't the partying type of girl like her best friend Abby was. The party scene just wasn't her cup of tea, so yeah she chose to stay home and study in hopes of getting a good education that would eventually lead to a successful career.

"That's both impressive and a little creepy how well you can read me." Olivia told me.

Fitz laughed, "It's kind of part of my job to read people. Not a big part but it's definitely needed."

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

"I'm a corporate law consultant at my father's firm in New York." Fitz stated.

"What's the name of your father's firm?"

Grant Consulting."

"So are you rich?" Olivia asked not really interested in whether he had money or not, but he seemed down to earth, which in her opinion wasn't the typical rich male or rich person in general.

"No… well yes… sort of. My father is the one who is wealthy. I'm just his son. I had to earn everything that I have now. Nothing was ever just handed to me because I'm a Grant and I didn't want it to be. I wanted to establish my own self, my own identity instead of being labeled as Big Jerry's son Fitz. Like everyone else that woks for Grant Consulting, I have to earn my paychecks. I attended Harvard Law, where I received my Associate's, Bachelor's, and Master's. Once I finished getting all of my degrees, I started working for my father's firm. However, he didn't just give me the job because I was his son. I was interviewed and my father made sure I was qualified before hiring me." Fitz explained to Olivia.

He didn't know why, but for some reason he cared what she thought about him and they only just met like fifteen minutes ago. Fitz didn't want Olivia to think of him as a spoiled, entitled brat that lived off of his father's money. He wanted her to see him for who he really was. A hardworking man that wasn't afraid to stand on his own two feet.

"Oh so you aren't Mr. Richie rich?" Olivia asked teasingly, bumping his shoulder.

Fitz laughed and shook his head. "Well I didn't say that. I do have a lot of money to live the comfortable lifestyle that I'm used to but all of it was earned and it's all mine." He said matter-of-factly in a lighthearted manner, bumping her shoulder.

"Good for you." Olivia held up her hand and Fitz gave it a high five causing the two of them to bust out in laughter. If they were both being honest, neither of them had so much fun just simply talking in a long time with the opposite sex.

"How about you? What school are you attending right now?" Fitz asked Olivia.

"UCLA."

"Really, what are you majoring in?"

"Nursing."

Fitz nodded slowly and held up his tumbler of scotch, "Well I wish you the best of luck." He said sincerely and they clink their glasses together.

"Thanks." Olivia replied before taking another sip of her drink.

"Can I ask you something?" Fitz asked seriously when the burning sensation in his throat faded. Olivia looked at him nervously, but gave him the go ahead. "What is a beautiful young woman like yourself doing at a fancy restaurant such as this place alone on a Saturday night?"

Olivia didn't know whether to tell him the truth or not, not because she didn't trust him but because she was a little embarrassed and didn't want to seem pathetic. However, the look that Fitz gave her was one of no judgement which helped her relax and feel more comfortable to tell him.

She sighed, "I was supposed to be here with my boyfriend of two years but earlier I caught him cheating on me so it's safe to say that we're over and that I needed a drink to celebrate my break up from that loser. Why not do it at a classy place such as the one we're in now."

Fitz gave her a look of sorrow, which was the last thing she wanted from him or anybody else. She didn't want anyone feeling sorry for her because she was relieved that the relationship was over. "I'm sorry to hear that. He's an idiot to give up what will probably be the best thing that ever happened to him." He told her honestly.

Olivia waved a dismissing hand, "It's fine. I'm fine. I wanted an out of the relationship and I got it so it's whatever. Anyway what is a handsome man like yourself doing here all alone?" Olivia countered playfully.

Fitz smirked at her, "I'm here on business, well I was. My client left a while ago but I stayed back to have a drink. Which I'm glad I did or else I wouldn't have met this incredibly breathtaking young woman." He said flirtatiously.

"Mmm is that right?" Olivia flirted right back, leaning in some.

"Mmhmm that's exactly right." Fitz leaned in too.

When their lips were just about to make contact, Olivia turned her head and called over the bartender to refill her glass.

"That was mean. Really you hurt my feelings you little tease." Fitz said with a little pout on his face that was so adorable. He even folded his arms to make his point, which caused Olivia to giggle.

"Awe poor Fitzy, did I hurt your feelings?" Olivia teased.

Before Fitz could respond, a waiter came up to him and told him his table was ready. Fitz thanked him and focused his attention back on Olivia.

"Back to your question, no you did not hurt my feelings but I am a very hungry man and was wondering even though you were being a meanie pants, if you wanted to join me for dinner." Olivia was hesitant at first because she was sure she couldn't afford a single thing on the menu. Fitz sensed her hesitation quickly assured her that he would pay for her meal. She declined his offer, but he insisted and after going back and forth for a few minutes, Olivia finally gave in.

They continued to talk about their lives and learned quite a lot about each other. They were both genuinely interested in the other, so the conversation flowed easily. There was more laughter and playful banter and by the time the dessert came they were both on the borderline of being drunk. At that point they were full out flirting with each other as they shared a plate of red velvet cake. Fitz cut off a piece of the cake with his fork and brought it up to Olivia's mouth. His pants grew tight as he watched Olivia's lips slowly slide off of his fork. He swallowed hard and tried to keep what little self-control he had left, but when he brought his fork back to her lips and she repeated the same action, all of his self-control went out the window.

He pulled out his wallet and dropped a couple hundreds on the table. He knew that the actual price of their meal wasn't as much as he threw down, but he was about to jump over the table and have his way with Olivia any second if they didn't leave, so the bill be damned. Fitz got up from his seat and pulled Olivia up from hers. He grabbed her by the arm and quickly escorted her out of the restaurant to his rental car. He probably broke every traffic law speeding to get Olivia back to his hotel, which in itself was not an easy task since she couldn't keep her hands off of him. A few times Fitz thought they were going to get into a car accident because of Olivia's inability to keep her hands to herself.

Fitz let out a sigh of relief when he safely pulled up to the hotel he was staying in. He paid the valet and handed over his keys to the younger man before walking around to help Olivia out of the vehicle. They held hands as they speedily walked through the lobby and got onto the elevator. Since they were alone, Fitz wasted no time attacking Olivia's lips. He pushed her up against the wall parallel to the elevator doors. He began groping her breasts through her dress and slipped his tongue in her mouth when she opened her mouth to let out a moan. Unfortunately their heavy make out session was put on pause when an older couple stepped on the elevator. They all stood in silence until they heard a ding and the elevators doors slid up.

Fitz and Olivia quickly stepped off the elevator and made their way to his room. Opening the door to his hotel room was more complicated than rocket science when Olivia was sucking on his neck and whispering dirty things in his ear. Finally after some time had passed, Fitz got the door to open. He and Olivia stumbled into the room where they resumed sucking each other faces off. Fitz slipped off his suit jacket and began to unzip Olivia's dress when she stopped him with a hand to his chest.

"What's wrong?" Fitz asked breathlessly.

"I don't want you to think I'm using you as a rebound." Olivia admitted softly, casting her gaze downward.

Fitz gently stroked her cheek with the back of his fingers before lifting her head, so that she was looking him in the eyes. "Livvie I know you're not using me as a rebound and if you don't want to do this we don't have to. I'm fine with anything you want to do." He reassured her and placed the softest kiss on her button nose.

"I want this Fitz. I want you. I want you so bad right now." Olivia told him.

Fitz leaned down and recaptured her lips with his. His hands travel from her waist to her ass where he gripped her cheeks. Fitz picked Olivia up and her legs instinctively wrapped around him. He carefully carried her to the bed and laid her down. Breaking their kiss, Fitz stood up and undressed himself before doing the same to Olivia. His ego skyrocketed when he heard Olivia gasp at the sight of his large erect manhood. Fitz stood at the foot of the bed and openly admired the beautiful goddess lying before him. He then got on the bed with her and hovered over her.

"You got me." He whispered.

"I need to feel you." Olivia whispered back in a pleading tone.

Fitz eagerly gave into her command. He aligned himself up at her entrance and slowly pushed inch by inch until he was fully sheathed inside of her. Fitz gave Olivia a minute to get adjusted to his length before he started moving inside of her tight channel. In that moment, neither thought about protection or the consequences they would soon be faced with. All night long they went at it without knowing that that same time next year they would be the parents of a beautiful baby boy.

The following morning, Fitz woke up with a slight headache and to an empty bed, well semi empty. There was a note on the pillow that Olivia had rested her head on after their many rounds of lovemaking. Fitz picked up the note and read the neat cursive words.

Fitz,

Thank you for last night. I had an amazing time with you and it's definitely one I won't forget. I'm sorry I couldn't stay and tell you this in person, but I was running late and had to get to class. I hope I see you again if you're ever back in town. If not then I hope you have a nice life Richie rich and thank you again for turning my frown upside down last night.

~Livvie

Fitz smiled at the note Olivia left him. He was glad and relieved that she enjoyed herself and didn't regret last night because what they shared had to be a once in a lifetime thing. He didn't know how to explain in words what he felt. The only thing he did know was that he almost cried from the absolute pleasure he experienced while being buried deep inside Olivia. He never came so hard in his life and he never felt the way he did about Olivia, for any woman. Not even his longtime girlfriend Mellie, whom he was currently taking a break from.

Fitz read the note one more time before getting out of bed to slide it in his briefcase. He then headed to the bathroom with a little pep in his step to freshen up and get ready for the day ahead of him.

A year and a half later…

Fitz stood in front of the full length mirror in his walk in closet, fixing his tie. He was all dressed for work, but like any other day, the only thing holding him back was that damn tie. He let out frustrated sigh as he again adjusted his tie.

"Here let me do it before to end up choking yourself." Mellie said jokingly from her spot in the threshold of the closet.

"Fine." Fitz relented. Mellie walked over to him and stood in front of him. She fixed his tie just like he liked it and when she finished, she gave him a peck on the lips. "What would you do without me?"

Fitz thought for a moment and said teasingly, "Saving a lot of money from not buying you expensive gifts." Mellie playfully smacked his chest causing him to laugh. "I'm just kidding. I honestly don't know what I'd do without you. You're my partner in crime that I love very much." Fitz wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her lips.

"Mmm I love you too." Mellie replied giving him one more kiss before she left to finish getting ready for work.

Once the couple finished getting ready separately, they met downstairs in the kitchen to grab a quick bite to eat for breakfast. Fitz had an egg sandwich with coffee to wash it down, while Mellie had a banana, yogurt, and coffee. As they were walking out of the door to head to work, Mellie reminded Fitz about their meeting with the wedding planner later on.

"I know Mels. Don't worry I'll be there." Fitz assured her as he walked her to her black Mercedes Benz.

"I know, I'm sorry for nagging you about this. I'm just really excited." Mellie beamed.

"I know you are, so am I. I'll see you later okay."

"Okay."

Fitz leaned down and pecked her lips before opening her car door for her.

"Have a good day at work." He told her.

"You too." Mellie said back and closed her door.

Fitz watched her drive away to work before he hopped in his 2015 Audi R8 Spyder and drove to his father's firm. The day was a pretty easy day for Fitz. So far he had only two meetings. The first meeting was a walk in the park, but the second meeting almost had Fitz ripping his hair out. He was happy when it was over and he could retire to his office, where he was currently, for two hours before his next meeting. He was leaning back in his leather chair with his feet propped up on his desk, reading a file when there was a knock on his door.

"Come in." He called out to the other person he presumed was his assistant Lauren, on the other side of the door.

His door office opened and sure enough Lauren's head popped through it.

"Yes Lauren?" Fitz asked never taking his eyes off the file in his hands.

"Mr. Grant there's a woman here to see you." Lauren informed him.

"I thought I didn't have any meetings for another two hours." Fitz stated confused.

"Uh she was very insistent on seeing you. She said it shouldn't take long." Lauren said nervously.

"Who is she?"

"Um she said her name was Olivia. Olivia Pope."

Olivia Pope? Why did that name sound so familiar? Fitz swore he heard that name somewhere before, but he couldn't exactly remember where and when.

"Olivia Pope." Fitz repeated, testing the name out. It was too familiar and he was having a hard time trying to remember where he knew her from. He was sure if he saw her he would remember. "Lauren send her in please."

"Yes sir." Lauren left his office. "Miss Pope, Mr. Grant will see you now." She told the younger woman who was waiting patiently outside of his office. Olivia didn't say anything. She only nodded and collected her bag and the envelope beside it before standing up from the chair she was sitting in.

Fitz sat up straight at his desk and put the file that he had been reading down as Lauren escorted Olivia in his office. His mouth immediately dropped at the vision of the woman he spent an entire night having hot passionate sex with over a year ago. If Fitz was being completely honest with himself, Olivia looked even more beautiful than he remembered if that was even possible. Flashes of the night they spent in his hotel came flooding back into his mind and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat as he felt himself growing hard.

Fitz waited for Olivia to say something, but after a silent minute went by he wondered why she hadn't said anything. Then the realization that they weren't the only two in the room hit him.

"Lauren, thank you that'll be all." Fitz said dismissively to the woman eyeing the two of them, while he and Olivia never broke eye contact.

"Oh right." Lauren said, quickly leaving the office and closing the door behind her.

Again Olivia and Fitz had a staring contest until he finally said the first thing that came to mind. "Hi."

"Hi." Olivia replied from her place near the door.

Fitz could tell she was nervous, but what he couldn't figure out was why. They spent an entire night exploring each other's bodies and now she was nervous. Maybe it was the fact that the two of them were intoxicated the last time they saw each other and now they were both sober. It was unfortunate that Fitz had no alcohol in his office or else he would offer it to her to help calm her nerves because she looked like she was about to faint at any moment. To be honest Fitz was just excited yet puzzled to see Olivia in his office out of the blue.

"Why don't you have a seat." Fitz offered politely, gesturing to the two chairs in front of his desk.

Olivia walked across his spacious office and sat down in a chair slowly.

"Is everything okay?" Fitz questioned. He remembered the night he spent with Olivia vividly. He remembered that she was very bold and talkative, so he found her quietness to be quite unusual.

Olivia didn't answer verbally, but nodded her head yes. Fitz leaned forward and folded his hands on his desk.

"Livvie." He said her name softly. He knew calling her by the nickname given to her by her grandfather would make her relax and to his delight, it did as she somewhat loosened up. "Why are you here? Are you okay?"

Again Olivia didn't answer with words. Instead she placed the yellow envelope that was in her hand on Fitz' desk and slid it across the mahogany bureau. Fitz looked at her inquisitively as he picked up the envelope. He opened the envelope and pulled out several photos of the same thing. There was a baby boy that had fair skin and looked to be a couple of months old. He had brown wavy hair like Fitz, wide deep blue eyes, the cutest button nose like Olivia, and pouty lips also like Olivia, but his smile was one of a Grant and so were his dimples.

Fitz didn't have to ask Olivia whose child he was looking at. He had a gut feeling he was staring at his son, their son. There was no doubt in his mind that the little boy he was looking at was his son because the resemblances between the two of them were clear as day. Fitz looked up and the look on Olivia's face answered his unasked question. He continued to shuffle through the many photographs that had been in the folder. There was also a copy of a birth certificate and as figured, Fitz' name was listed as the father.

"That's our son, Mason Jacobi Grant." Olivia stated, finally finding her voice.

Fitz on the other hand had lost his. How was he supposed to explain this to his parents, better yet Mellie? In just a few short months, he was going to be a married man with a baby he had out of wedlock with a completely different woman who lived across the country.

This should be interesting… Fitz thought to himself as he looked at the photos of the baby who was possibly his son.

Author's Note: So I'm gonna stop things here for now. I think I may like this version better, but I'm not one hundred percent sure. Plus Fitz is technically not the bad guy here because he didn't exactly cheat on Mellie. You'll find out what I mean maybe if I stick with this plot. Please let me know which plot you like better and I'll continue whichever one receives the most votes. If I do continue with this version, the next chapter we'll find out how Fitz reacts to learning that he is a father, how he reacts to Olivia keeping that bit of information from him, and what Olivia came to see him for. Fitz will also have to tell his family and Mellie about the new edition to their family. Anyway let me know what you think and I hope you enjoyed!

P.S. thank you for all the reviews!