Welcome to Olivia Pope & Associates, a small crisis management firm located in Washington D.C., consisted of ten associates dubbed gladiators in suits and one Olivia Pope...the Olivia Pope.

Worn dress shirts taken off and fresh ones put on, a deodorant stick tossed around, words muffled by toothpaste suds and toothbrushes dangling out of the side of mouths, coffee brewing, faces being stuffed with bagels, muffins, and any other appropriate breakfast foods…a typical morning at the office after pulling an all nighter.

The gladiators were now ready to well...gladiate. All ten of them. Fortunately for most of them, they didn't have spouses or children, so working as many hours as they did had no effect on their personal lives. Huck was the only one who had a wife and child, but they were used to the separation. See, Huck served in the Marines. Thankfully, his time spent overseas did not break his family, so working at OPA was not a threat to his marriage at all.

Quinn Perkins and Charlie were a steady couple. No problems there except for a few lover quarrels here and there.

Abigail "Abby" Whelan was in a predicament. She was caught in the middle of a love triangle between her, Stephen Finch, and David Rosen. She and Stephen hooked up on several occasions, but nothing more developed from that due to the fact that Stephen was a player. Abby was in love with him, but refused to put her heart out there only for him to kick it around like a soccer ball. After learning Stephen was in a serious relationship with a schoolteacher named Georgia; Abby started dating David. Since then they had been on and off. While they were off, her and Stephen were on. Yeah, there was a lot of drama there.

Olivia would've banned all of them from being romantically involved if it wasn't so damn convenient.

Harrison and Marcus were very single and liked to mingle. In other words…they were manwhores. When they weren't working, the debonair duo were out clubbing and hooking up with randoms.

Angela was desperate, however, she purposely made herself unavailable to any man who wasn't Fitz. If only she had the courage to tell him how she felt about him.

And Fitz...well...Fitz was currently on his knees, being smothered by two magical thighs (belonging to his very under-dressed boss) wrapped around his head that was buried in between them. He pried Olivia's legs back open, so they were dangling over the arms of her chair and she was fully exposed to him. She threw her head back and a moan escaped her lips.

They were alone. The others were out doing their jobs, while Fitz and Olivia stayed back, doing each other. They wasted no time either.

Her squirming and thrashing in her chair were signs she was close. Fitz stared up at her through hooded eyelids. Her eyes were squeezed shut. He knew she didn't like making eye contact when they had intercourse. She said it was too intimate, too personal. He thought that was complete and utter bullshit, but who was he to argue with the woman who employed him. Instead, he did what she wanted him to...he brought her to a leg shaking, toe curling, back arching orgasm. Olivia was a squirter, so every time she came it was like she sprung a leak. Fitz, to the best of his ability, used his tongue to absorb as much of her essence as possible in an attempt to avoid a potential flood from occurring.

He let her recuperate while he unbuttoned his shirt and unbuckled his pants, pushing them along with his boxers down until they fell around his ankles. Fitz stood up and pulled Olivia into his arms. He lifted her up and placed her on top of her desk, not before swiping the contents on it off first. He pushed her flat on her back and aligned his tip up to her entrance. He pushed inside of her inch by inch as her walls accommodated his girth. He palmed her breast. Slowly, back and forth, in and out. As he stretched her out, his movements became more fluent.

"Harder." Olivia panted.

Fitz didn't need to be told twice. He hooked his arms in the bend of her knees and pulled her closer to him. His pace quickened. He threw her legs over his shoulders and leaned over her, burying himself balls deep. Although they'd been together more times than they could keep count, Olivia still had to get used to his length every time. This time was no different. She pushed his hips away as her way of telling him it was too much, he was too deep.

"Take it." Fitz growled.

She might've been his boss, but when they were in the throes of passion, he was her boss...or so he thought...at least he tried to be. Olivia wasn't the type to be submissive. She was a dominant. She had to be in charge of everything. Either it was her way or no way.

Again she pushed against his hips and raised hers to make it difficult for him to continue fucking her. Fitz exhaled deeply and stood back up. He grabbed Olivia by the hips and pulled her back to him. He used one hand to fist his manhood. He rubbed it up and down her slippery slit before filling her back up. Fitz showed no mercy as he boned her right there on her desk. Olivia's arms were thrown over her head while her hands gripped the edge of the dark wood bureau. Her titties bounced uncontrollably.

The sounds of moans and skin slapping, reverberated off the walls in the office. Fitz knew Olivia was close from the way her slick channel tightened around him. Fitz wasn't ready to cum yet. He pulled out of her.

"Fitz, what are yo-"

Before she could finish asking him what he was doing, he had flipped her over on all fours. Fitz positioned her like the saying went...face down, ass up. Both of her knees were placed on top of her desk. Her legs were spread wide apart. Fitz grabbed a hold of her hips and rammed right back into her. He immediately went to work, pounding her pussy. Olivia was sure there were going to be fingerprint marks on her hips due to the vice grip Fitz had on them. She didn't mind though, she liked it rough. Rough equaled fucking and fucking equaled not love making.

At the age of twenty-eight Fitz prided himself on his dedication to working out regulalrly and keeping his body in shape and even though he had good stamina, it had to run out sometime. That time was right about...now. An out of breath Fitz, collapsed in Olivia's chair. Olivia turned around to see why he stopped. He didn't give her an explanation. Instead he told her as he stroked his cock:

"Ride me."

Olivia turned over and scooted off of her desk. The way Fitz was sitting with his shirt wide open, masturbating, staring at her with lust glazed eyes - Olivia wanted so badly to drop to her knees and suck the soul out of him. Unfortunately, she didn't know how much time they had. She assumed not much. Anyone at anytime could walk in and catch them in the very compromising position they were in. That thought alone made her high off of adrenaline and clouded her better judgement.

Fitz held his dick, while Olivia lowered herself onto it. She gasped at the contact.

"Shit." Fitz cursed underneath his breath.

Olivia held onto the back of her chair for leverage as she moved slowly up and down his rigid shaft. She swore she was seeing stars. Something that usually occurred when she rode on his rocket ship. Palming her luscious globes, Fitz assisted her. Her movements alternated between grinding (back and forth) and bouncing (up and down). The entire time, her head was thrown back. Fitz didn't seem to notice because his attention was elsewhere. He was watching Olivia make his magic stick disappear and reappear.

Neither of them wanted to rush their session, it felt too good to stop, but it was also called a quickie for a reason. If they wanted to be sexually satisfied and not get caught, they needed to make their quickie quick. Fitz's hands held Olivia's hips still. He slid further down in the chair until his ass was barely on the seat of it. He slammed into her. His thrust were hard and fast. It didn't take long for either of them to be on the brink of ecstasy. A few more powerful thrusts later Olivia let out a guttural cry as her silky walls convulsed around Fitz's cock, bringing him to combustion with her.

Olivia's body fell limp against Fitz's light perspired one. They both were breathing heavy. They could hear the thuds of their heartbeats pumping at an outstanding rate. Their throats burned from lack of hydration.

"You okay?" Fitz asked, rubbing Olivia's back.

Olivia flinched at his touch not because he was hurting her or she was afraid he would hurt her, but for the opposite reason. Him soothing her was against the rules she instated. Dammit Fitz. He always had to ruin the moment. Instead of answering him, Olivia pushed off his body and stood up on wobbly legs that almost gave out on her. Having the quick reflexes he did, Fitz reached out and held her steady.

"I don't need your help." Olivia said harsher than she meant to and shoved his hands away.

Fitz ran a frustrated hand through his mess of damp chocolate curls. He was used to her coldness towards him, but that didn't mean he was immune to it. He was taken aback by her sudden change in mood the first time they had sex over a year ago. He thought he'd done something wrong. To see her transform the way he did before his very eyes was disconcerting. Every time after that was no different. It was, however, irritating as hell.

Wordlessly, they got cleaned up and dressed. Words were never exchanged post coitus regarding their relationship because that was it… they weren't in one. They were more in an arrangement or agreement or something along those lines. Fitz's phone ringing spared him yet another awkward departure. He was never more thankful for such an interruption. He reached in his pocket and pulled out his phone. He checked the caller ID. It was Harrison. Hitting accept, he put the device to his ear.

"What's up?" He asked.

"We need you to bring five hundred dollars." He heard an unfamiliar muffled masculine voice in the background. "And a large pizza with pepperoni and anchovies stat." Fitz could vividly imagine Harrison rolling his eyes.

"Is that all?"

"Yeah."

"Alright, I'll be there as soon as I can."

The men ended the call. Fitz turned to catch Olivia staring at him curiously.

"Who was that?"

"Harrison. The security guard needs payment in order for us to receive the footage."

Olivia rolled her eyes, "Of course he does. How much?"

"Five hundred dollars and a pie."

"Pizza?"

Fitz nodded, "Yup."

"Okay, well get the man what he wants." Olivia commanded him, taking a seat behind her desk.

"Sure thing…boss."

Fitz turned on his heels and left, unapologetic for the jab he just took at her. He couldn't help himself. They never did part on good terms.

Sometimes he wondered why he kept going back to Olivia. It wasn't because he was just attracted to her. There was not enough beauty in the world to let him keep allowing Olivia to hurt him. It wasn't just the sex either. Olivia was the best he'd ever had, but then again there were a lot of women in the world that he hadn't been with and he didn't even put a dent in them despite the fact that he ran through a lot of them during his late teens and early twenties.

Fitz came from a broken home. His dad became a deadbeat after he abandoned his family for a younger woman, leaving his mom to raise him and his older sister Karen by herself. Fitz never had the fortune to see what true love looked like. He wasn't sure he ever would. That didn't discourage him though. He was a closeted hopeless romantic. His hoe period was a phase that he was long over. He was approaching thirty and was ready to settle down. He wanted to settle down with Olivia. He didn't care she was ten years his senior. He didn't care she was a divorcee. He didn't care she was a mother of two. He didn't care about any of that. He wanted her, only her.

He was her biggest fan. Fitz followed her career before he started working for her. He admired her for various reasons. The main one being her grit. Although she wasn't a big dog she could easily outrun the big dogs. They were no match for her. She was small and very mighty. She could bring the most powerful person in the world to their knees. That he knew because he witnessed her do it firsthand. He loved Olivia's self-assurance. People often had a tendency to underestimate her and it entertained him to watch her make them regret their prenotions about her. Although she was a cute teacup Maltipoo, she could and would still bite a hand…off.

Olivia sighed, watching Fitz's retreating form walk out her office. She too wondered why she kept screwing him. It was obvious he had some kind of feelings for her. She just didn't know to what extent. If she'd known that he wasn't capable of having meaningless sex, she wouldn't have taken off her clothes for him…or had him take off his clothes for her. Olivia shook her head back into the game. She had work to do and a business to run. She couldn't just sit around and think about a guy who was crushing on her. The lives and reputations of Washington's elite depended on her.

"Do you have the security footage?" Olivia asked her team as soon as they walked through the door.

Abby held up the disk that held what they needed.

"Right here."

"Good, what did it show?"

Harrison interjected, "You might want to take a look for yourself."

Uh oh.

"Huck."

Olivia gestured for him to do the honors. He nodded obediently and took the disk from Abby. He led the rest of them into the conference room where he popped the disk into his laptop. He fast forwarded the surveillance video until he reached the only part of it that mattered. Olivia gasped.

Quick strides. Heels pounding against the concrete floor. An eager Olivia Pope strutted down the hallway of the precinct with Fitz behind her. His long legs struggled to keep up with her much shorter ones.

She practically broke through the bars of the holding cell where Colonel Sullivan "Sully" St. James was being detained, before the guard could unlock it. Sully's face raised from his hands. He sat up straight when he saw Olivia and one of her associates.

"What are you doing here?" He asked.

"Did you honestly think because the district attorney arrested you before we could find evidence to prove your innocence, you were no longer my client?"

He didn't say anything. Olivia turned to Fitz.

"I can handle this alone."

Fitz lingered for a second. He looked from her to Sully and back at her. "I'll be right out here if you need me." He told her before he exited the cell.

"What's going on?"

"My team was able to verify your alibi."

Sully should've been happy, thrilled, elated, relieved even but he wasn't. The look on Olivia's face made him wary.

"You were? That's good...right?"

Olivia ignored his question.

"Sully, you're the most decorated soldier since the Vietnam War. You come from a family of soldiers. You make your living giving speeches for the conservative right. And you've said it over and over again: Paige was your best friend. Not your lover. Your best friend."

Sully wasn't following her. Olivia pulled the surveillance video up on her phone to show him just what she was talking about. She turned to him, gauging his reaction but he wasn't even watching it. He was staring into space. He didn't want to watch it.

"Coming from the background you come from, being who you are, being a gay soldier isn't something you feel you can tell anyone. But Paige knew…didn't she? She was your best friend. She knew you were gay, the two of you had a deal."

"You can't show this to anyone." He said, refusing to confirm or deny her conclusion.

He didn't feel the need to. They both knew it was true.

"I need the name of the man you were kissing."

Sully, on the verge of jumping off the bridge, "You can't show this to anyone, you can't have a name."

Olivia tried talking him down.

"It's your alibi."

He shook his head. One foot was dangling off the ledge. "No. I'm not…you can't tell people I'm gay. I'm a war hero."

"You've been arrested for a heinous crime you didn't commit. With all due respect, people finding out you're gay is no big deal compared to that."

Sully stood up and paced the floor.

"No." He was intense, insistent. "I'm a hero. I honor the uniform." He declared evenly.

"Sully-" Olivia tried, standing up.

"I HONOR THE UNIFORM!" He yelled in her face.

"Take it easy!" They heard the guard say.

Olivia looked over at Fitz who was about to enter the cell again but stopped when she shook her head, silently telling him to stay put. Sully sat back down. Olivia followed suit.

"Sully, look at me." She waited until he did. "The rules have changed. Don't ask, don't tell is over."

He spoke low and calm. Not the tranquil calm but the calm before the storm calm.

"That's just talk. I'm a conservative Republican. I'm publicly anti-gay. I'm a deacon at my church. They're talking about running me for Congress one day. I am Lieutenant Colonel Sullivan St. James. I am a hero. I cannot be gay."

"Come on, Sully."

Sully hesitated. "No."

Olivia sighed defeatedly and made her leave. She walked right passed Fitz without so much a glance in his direction. Instead of following her, he decided to try to talk some sense into Sully.

"My mind's already made up." Sully stated with finality.

"Is it?" Fitz challenged him from across the cell. He was leaning against the steel bars with his hands stuffed in his pockets.

Fitz took his silence as his que to continue.

"I don't understand how you can say you honor the uniform yet you are willing to tarnish not only said uniform but also your name, your family's name, your legacy by taking the rap for something you didn't do to avoid coming out of the closet."

"You don't understand."

Fitz pushed off the bars and walked closer to the other man.

"Whoever he is…you love him. You've been living with a secret for a long time. I know what that's like. Believe me, I honestly do. And you think you're doing it for the right reasons. You think you're doing it for your country and for the people who look up to you. But the thing is…who you are…who you love, that shouldn't be a secret. It shouldn't have to be a secret. It's not fair to you and it's definitely not fair to him. You have an opportunity to stand in your truth. Be the man you really are out in the open with the man you are in love with but you are willing to give that up because you're afraid and ashamed of your sexuality. The Sully St. James I heard and read about is supposed to be brave. If you allow yourself to be wrongly convicted of a crime you and I both know you didn't do, you'll be nothing more than a coward who will more than likely spend the rest of his life in imprisonment without parole. A murderous coward, is that what you want to be remembered as? Or do you want to be remembered as a gay honorable war hero?"

A long beat passed. Fitz was about to give up when Sully stopped him with his words.

"John Latimer. That's his name. And you're right…I do…love him." Sully had to admit his admission felt like a load had been lifted off of his shoulders. He imagined he would feel ten times better than he currently did once he told the world he was into men. "Can you tell Olivia that for me?"

"I'll let her know."

Olivia Pope and her associates, minus one, stood around the table in the conference room watching Sully give a press conference.

"I am honored to have served my country. I am honored to have been injured serving my country. And most importantly...I am gay."

"The other soldiers are a nice touch, don't you think?" Abby asked Stephen.

He looked at her and smiled. He was proud of her.

"You have good ideas."

He threw his arm over her shoulder. Abby subtly breathed him in. They were off at the moment, but that didn't mean they weren't cordial. Fortunately for them, David wasn't around to witness the exchange. Unfortunately for him, he was at home, fighting a cold. He was the gladiator missing.

Olivia flicked the television off and turned to her team.

"You guys did a great job today. Now get outta here and enjoy the rest of your evening. You all deserve it."

They weren't going to object to that. They all eagerly gathered their belongings and headed for the door. Fitz slung his briefcase over his shoulder and was about to leave when Olivia stopped him.

"Hey." She spoke softly.

He stopped and gave her his attention. He was still annoyed with her from earlier, but that didn't mean he wasn't able to remain professional. He could separate business from pleasure.

"Thanks for getting Sully to change his mind. I don't what you said to him but whatever you did, it worked." She continued.

"I told him what he needed to hear, that's all." He responded flatly before turning to leave only for Olivia to stop him again.

"So...what are you doing tonight?"

He shrugged.

"Marcus and Harrison invited me to The Lounge. I'm kinda tired but I think I'm gonna take them up on their offer. It's been a while since I went out for drinks with the guys."

"Oh." Was all she said.

"Yeah…"

They stood in awkward silence for a minute before Olivia broke it.

"Do you wanna maybe come over for a bit when you're done hanging out with the guys?" She asked.

She knew she shouldn't have. They weren't really on the best terms right now and she could've used that to her advantage. She could go out to a club and find another guy to screw her six ways to Sunday. However, that seemed like just as work as dealing with Fitz or maybe even more.

"I don't know. Maybe. It depends on how long I stay out and how I feel afterwards."

Olivia nodded. She could accept that. Rejection was huge pill she wasn't used to swallowing, however, she'd rather swallow that than her pride.

"Okay, well I'll see you later...or tomorrow."

"Uh huh."

With that he left. He made a quick pit stop at his apartment to shower and change out of his work clothes into more casual ones. Instead of wearing a suit, he wore a fitted black tee and black pants. Since the night air was a little brisk, he threw on a tan leather jacket that matched his tan leather boots. He spent a total of twenty minutes tops there before he was back out the door.

"Aye, look who actually decided to showed up!" Marcus announced as Fitz approached the bar, he and Harrison were sitting at.

He took a seat between them. The bartender immediately tended to him. He asked her for a short beer. He didn't intend on drinking too much. That's why he drove his car there instead of taking an Uber.

"Man, I'm not gonna lie, I didn't think you were gonna come." Harrison told Fitz, clapping him on the back.

Fitz took a swig of his beverage.

"Why'd you think that?"

"Because everytime we invite you out, you always come up with some lame ass excuse as to why you can't."

"They're not excuses, they're reasons and the truth." Fitz tried to argue, however his argument fell on deaf ears.

Harrison waved him off dismissively.

"Same difference. The most important thing is I got my wingman back."

"Wait." Marcus interjected. "I thought I was your wingman."

"You are but Fitz is a better one. He acts uninterested and for some reason that makes women fawn over him. Bruh doesn't even have to say or do anything. All he has to do is sit there, act and sip on his drink."

"It's not an act. Fitz has a girlfriend." Marcus revealed.

Fitz almost spit out his drink. This was obviously news to him. Yeah, there was someone in his life, but she wasn't his girlfriend. They were casually"seeing" each other. Not even. That was an overstatement. They were fucking. That was it. Plain and simple. Nothing more, nothing less, although Fitz wanted to change that. He wanted more. He wondered if Marcus knew the woman he was involved with was Olivia. Nah, he couldn't have or else he would've hinted at her identity.

Harrison was caught off guard as well.

"What? Is that true?"

"No. I do not have a girlfriend."

"But he's definitely seeing someone."

"How do you figure?"

"His body language gives him away. He seems...I don't know...too relaxed to not being getting some on a regular basis."

"You study my body language? That's creepy." Fitz cut in, attempting to change the subject.

It didn't work. He should've known better.

"No, I'm just good at reading people. All I'm saying is that you never come out with us anymore and when you do it's rare so either you're seeing someone, your dick's broken or your batting for the same time and afraid to come out of the dugout. If that's the case, you can tell us. We won't consider you any less of a man."

Harrison added, "Unless you're the one on the bottom."

"Guys, I can assure you I'm not in relationship and I'm definitely not gay not that there's anything wrong with that but I still very much prefer women. I just don't enjoy their company as much as I did four years ago. I mean aren't you guys tired of sleeping with strangers and waking up to them not remembering what you did the night before?"

Marcus and Harrison share a brief look.

"No." They responded simultaneously.

Fitz rolled his eyes. Of course they didn't.

"Well I am. Especially after the whole Mellie ordeal."

"Mellie's the one that slashed your tires?" Harrison asked.

He vaguely remembered Fitz and Marcus telling him about Mellie a while back, but he didn't remember who she was other than one of Fitz's scorned conquests. Marcus and Fitz both attended Harvard where they first met and became close friends. Marcus witnessed some of Fitz's craziest experiences. Mellie being one of them. He also helped Fitz get through those troubled times in his life.

Marcus corrected him.

"Nah that was Tiffany. Mellie was the one who got pregnant and claimed Fitz was her baby's father."

"Oh yeah and you found out the kid wasn't yours when he was like four, right?"

Fitz took another sip from the sweating bottle. Maybe he should've ordered something stronger. He would've had he known they were going to discuss this.

"Yep. Mellie was playing way too many games for me to believe I was the father of her child. First, she told me she was pregnant and the baby was mine but she wanted to have abortion. She told me she had the abortion and after that I didn't hear from her. Then almost a year later, when the baby was a few months old, she showed up at my job, demanding I take care of my responsibility or else she would take me to court for child support. She used him to hurt me. When I wanted to spend time with him, she would come up with excuses why I couldn't see him. Her family would cover for her. That went on like that for four years. Eventually I had enough. When I had him one day, I swabbed his mouth with a Q-tip and took it to clinic for a DNA test. Two weeks later, the results came in and just as I thought, he wasn't my son. I threw the papers in Mellie's face and told her to never contact me again. I sat Lyle down and explained to him that I wasn't his father and kissed him goodbye before I left. When I got to my sister's house that night, I broke down. I mean really broke down in a way I had never before. I was drunk and and a mess. It really broke my heart that he wasn't my son. I loved that little boy like he was mine."

Harrison blew out a breath. That was a lot to take in.

"Damn man. That's...rough."

Fitz shrugged. "Shit happens."

"What happened after that? Did she try to get in touch with you?"

"Oh you already know she did. She and her mom went on Facebook slandering my name, calling me a deadbeat and harassing me. I had to get the court to issue a PFA against her after she vandalized my car."

"It seems like you car bore the brunt of your failed relationships."

"That's accurate." Marcus chimed in. "Then there was Miranda who was by far the worst even worse than Mellie and that says a lot. She and Fitz dated for a month before she started to show the symptoms of her level of crazy."

"You're lying." Harrison said in disbelief.

"I'm not."

"He's not." Fitz seconded, cringing just at the mere thought of that deranged broad. "She was extremely clingy and paranoid. She swore up and down that I was cheating on her."

"Were you?"

"Well…yes...no." He admitted sheepishly. Blush rising in his cheeks.

"Yes or no?"

"It's complicated."

"That's such a cop out."

"I know. Truth is I didn't cheat on her. I was faithful for the entire month we were together but when she started going batshit crazy I dumped her ass and moved on to the next. She wasn't over me. She figured if she couldn't have me then no one could. Girls were afraid to go out with me because she would threaten them. She stalked me and whoever I was associated with. She made my life a living hell. She was admitted into a psych ward for seventy-two hours after threatening to kill me in my sleep and then herself. She actually held a knife to my throat. I also had to get PFA against her. It's safe to say I've learned my lesson. Now I'm a lot more careful with the female company I keep."

Harrison was speechless. He didn't know what to say. He finally understood why Fitz was very selective about the women he entertained. He would be too after enduring what Fitz did. He flagged the bartender down.

"Can you bring my friend here something much stronger than what he's having?"

"Sure. Anything in particular?"

"A scotch neat please." Fitz requested.

The bartender nodded.

"Coming right up."

"Thanks."

"Have you ever thought about hooking up with Angela?" Marcus questioned Fitz as his tumbler of scotch was set in front of him.

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because she's not his type." Harrison assumed.

"That's not it. I don't really have a type."

"Except crazy." Harrison stated.

Fitz shot him a look. He raised his hands up in surrender.

"As I was saying, I don't have a type. I just don't want to look at Angela like that. Don't get me wrong, I think she's very attractive. She's gorgeous and intelligent and bold but she's also a coworker. If I didn't work with her I could totally see myself with her but I'm not trying to take that kind of risk. Business and pleasure don't make a good concoction."

That much he knew. Of course he was lying through his teeth. Or was he? He said he couldn't get involved with someone he worked with, not for. He didn't work with Olivia Pope, he worked for her. Had he not caught feelings for Olivia, he would've probably already asked Angela out. His life would be simpler and a lot less lonely.

Just as the thought crossed his mind, he felt his phone vibrating in his pocket. He pulled it out just enough to discreetly check the caller ID. Olivia. She was calling him. He debated whether or not to answer it. He chose the latter and slipped the slim device back in his pocket. He tried to focus on the conversation Harrison and Marcus were having about the upcoming football season. It was hard with Olivia blowing up his phone. She called him five times and each time he ignored it. His phone again went off, buzzing twice, indicating an incoming text message. He pulled it out just enough to read the message.

Olivia: Hey

He thought about responding, but decided against it. He didn't want to see her tonight. She got what she wanted from him earlier. He was getting fed up with her games. She was bored and alone at home and wanted him to come over to scratch an itch she was more than capable of scratching herself. She texted him again. This time he didn't even bother looking at it. He'd already made up his mind what he was doing tonight and she wasn't it.

He finished his drink and ordered another. Tonight was guys' night out and he wasn't going to allow her to get to him. No more. He was tired of running back to her only for her to push him away after she used him.

Olivia tossed her phone next to her on the couch with a huff. She'd been trying to call Fitz for the past half hour, but he wasn't picking up. She shot him a couple texts that went unanswered and to her knowledge, unread. She was sexually frustrated despite being dicked down by him in her office earlier. She was also bored and lonely.

She had no one to call or talk to. No parents, no siblings, no relatives, no friends, nothing. She used to consider her gladiators friends before they started working for her. Now it felt weird to socialize with them outside of the office unless it was work related. Her kids were with their father, so the house was empty and quiet...too quiet. The silence was deafening and it was driving Olivia mad. Nights like this reminded Olivia how sad her life was.

She gave up on trying to contact Fitz. She got the hint. He didn't want to be bothered, at least by her. She stared at her mute television screen for a while. She wasn't paying attention to what it was showing. She just stared at it blankly. The sound of her phone ringing snapped her out of her daze. She reached over and grabbed it. Curtis Pryce was requesting to FaceTime her. She knew it wasn't actually her ex-husband, it was her children calling to wish her a goodnight. She swiped right on the bar at the bottom of the screen and waited for the call to connect. Seconds later she was met with two beautiful smiling faces.

"Hi mommy!"

"Hi my babies. How are you guys doing? Are you having a good time at daddy's?"

Christian, her four year old son and oldest child, spoke for both himself and his baby sister, Ava, sitting beside him.

"Yeah, daddy took us to the zoo."

"Oh yeah? Did you guys have fun?"

He nodded his head. "Uh huh. I got to feed the giraffe and pet him."

"No way!" Olivia feigned surprise, making her little man more excited.

"Way!" He replied. His bright smiled turned into a frown as his sister tried to pry the iPad out of his hands. "No Ava, you can't hold it. You're too little."

Tears welled in her eyes. She didn't like being denied anything.

"Be nice, buddy. She can hold it, just help her."

Olivia heard her ex say in the background.

"But daddy she's too little. She'll break it."

"That's why you're gonna help her." Curtis explained.

"Okay." He pouted.

He did it, but he wasn't happy about it.

"Hi mommy." Two year old Ava said, taking the tablet out of her brother's hands.

"Hi sweetheart. Are you getting on your big brother's nerves?"

"No." She giggled.

"Yes." Christian sighed exaggeratedly.

Olivia laughed at their antics.

"Okay you two, that's enough. It is way passed your bedtimes. Say night to mommy so you can go to bed." Curtis intervened.

"Night mommy!"

They waved to her.

"Night my loves."

She blew both of them kisses and Curtis took the tablet from them.

"Night Liv."

"Night."

The call was disconnected and Olivia was once again left alone. She figured she would go to bed since she had nothing better to do. She turned the TV off and all of the lights before heading to her bedroom. She spent a whole hour and a half tossing and turning, urging her body sleep, however, her mind refused to let that happen. It kept thinking about Fitz. Olivia wondered what he was doing and who he was doing it with. She wondered if he was still at The Lounge with Marcus and Harrison or at home and if he was, if he had company. That last thought was the reason she got out of bed and headed straight for his place in nothing, but a short silk white slip hidden underneath the matching robe and a pair of white pumps.

She parked her car in the empty space next to his gray Mercedes Benz-CLS Coupe. She didn't him expect to be home at 11:53 p.m. Maybe he really did leave The Lounge early because he brought a woman back with him. Olivia was now regretting going over there. However, curiosity got the better of her. She exited her Audi Q7 SUV. She tested the hood of Fitz's car with the back of her hand. It was warm. He hadn't been home too long. Maybe she could end his "activities" before they started.

Olivia quickly made her way inside his building. She was greeted by the doorman, Jeffrey who she was familiar with and vice versa. Olivia got on the elevator and pressed the button that took her to the floor his apartment was on. She delivered three swift knocks to his door. As she waited for a response, she squared her shoulders and held her head high. She didn't have to wait long before she heard him unlocking his door. Not even a second later, the door swung open, revealing a groggy and slightly disoriented Fitz. He was dressed in a white t-shirt and a pair of blue basketball shorts. He was shocked to see Olivia standing outside of his apartment clad in her sexy nightwear. He thought he was dreaming. He had to rub his eyes to make sure he wasn't still asleep.

Olivia was relieved to know Fitz had been sleeping and not getting his rocks off with some other bitch. She was the first to speak.

"Hi."

Still shocked by her presence, Fitz cleared his throat.

"Hi."