"Olivia, please! You have to come with me. I'm not taking no for an answer". Olivia held the phone inches away from her ear while listening to the man on the other end beg.

"You know, begging isn't an attractive trait. Don't you think you're a little old for that tactic?" She smirked as she teased him. It was the end of her work day and she was sitting in her office at her large desk while finishing up some paper work.

"Listen, doll. I will use whatever tactics I have to if it means you'll come with me to the Gala."

"Bradford, I don't know. I haven't been the past few years. It's a fun and amazing night but Im not sure that I'm up for all of that excitement."

"Oh, come on you old lady! Its not like you have something better to do. Just join me. I need a date, and that guy that I wanted to bring ended up being an absolute nutcase. He didnt deserve to be my date. Therefore, I am asking you, begging actually, for you to be my hot partner in crime."

Olivia laughed on the phone at her silly friend. Bradford had known Olivia from his early twenties on but they became closer more recently. His parents were well-known art collectors from New York City, both coming form generations of wealth before them. Thomas resented the fact that he was born an only-child into a rich family but had grown to enjoy the benefits of such a lifestyle. He studied art in Europe for years and decided to move back to the United States to pursue a career in fashion design. His mother and father, clients of Olivia's many years ago, always kept in touch with her and enjoyed catching up during their quick trips through the nations capital.

The very first time Bradford met Olivia, he complimented her on her beauty and impressive body-type. "So, Olivia, do you have a boyfriend?"

"Bradford, I don't know what kind of manners you've learned or forgotten while you've been jumping around Europe, but you don't ask those types of questions," his mother explained. Elizabeth was a beautiful woman herself. Fair, porcelain skin, always dressed perfectly. She loved her son dearly, but constantly had to remind him of his delicate upbringing and the responsibility of the family name.

"Oh mother, you act like I'm asking for my own benefit. In case you've forgotten, I bat for the other team. But any man, gay or straight, can't deny what kind of woman is standing before us." Olivia blushed as he gave her a quick wink and continued drinking his freshly poured cocktail.

"You don't catch me off guard any more by giving me compliments, calling me hot and beautiful," Olivia said. "But, listen. Let me think about it and look at my schedule. Ill get back to you ASAP, okay Brad?"

"Ugh! You're no fun. And I don't tell you you're hot to catch you off guard, I tell you because it's true.I give complements when they're due. Anywho, my love, I gotta run, but yes, think about it. And when I say 'think about it' really I mean, call or text me with a definitive "yes" by tomorrow afternoon".

Olivia laughed again. "Okay, okay. Ill get back to you. Talk to you soon."

As they hung up Olivia continued to chuckle to herself about her eccentric group of friends. Not that she had many, but the few she did have were each one of a kind.

"I should just go. Why not, right?" Olivia thought to herself.

As soon as she asked herself that question she remembered her very first Met Gala. It was her first time going and she had the privilege of joining as Fitz' date. He had been going for years, usually by himself, a few times with Mellie while they were still married. But Livs first time to the event was more than special. She wore an amazing Alexander McQueen dress made with a rich hue of purple feathers. Fitz looked like the epitome of Hollywood glamour in his tuxedo.

As they walked and socialized throughout the evening, Olivia felt that all eyes were on them. It wasn't a surprise that they attended the event together. They had been dating publicly for some time, and privately for even longer. Fitz had been divorced for a while, after Mellies affair was uncovered, and Fitz had waited a decent amount of time after his presidency before him and Olivia were seen dating in public.

Olivia remembered how the night was magical and how she was genuinly happy with her life, largely in part to the amazing man she was sharing it with. As they returned back to their hotel that evening she undressed by herself from her delicate gown. She situated the dress in the walk-in closet and covered her body with a simple, short, black, asian-inspired silk robe that Fitz had purchased for her on one of his recent trips to Japan. As she walked through the suite to find Fitz she stopped for a second to enjoy the beautiful view of the city from the large windows placed throughout the Penthouse Suite. Fitz had rented the space for them at the Trump International Hotel, knowing that it was a special weekend.

"Liv, You were amazing tonight," Fitz said as he walked up behind her, holding her hips and kissing her neck.

Olivia could feel his bare chest against her robe. As he held her closer she noticed he was in his usual sleep attire, just a pair of fitted briefs.

"You weren't so bad yourself there, guy." Olivia turned around facing him and smiling.

"Yeah? I guess we were good together then? You know, I've been to so many of those Galas, but tonight felt like the first one where I actually felt complete while I was there. I can only think of one reason why. You, of course." Fitz gave a charming smirk and kissed Olivia's forehead, down to her nose, and a simple sweet kiss on her full lips.

"Mmmmm. Im glad I could make your night that much better." She smiled while gazing at his perfectly sculpted pecs as both of her palms rubbed his bare chest."This night was perfect, Fitz."

Fitz looked into Olivia's eyes and they stared at each other for a second. Him with his arms wrapped around her small waist, her lifting her arms to wrap them around his shoulders, scratching small light lines across his upper back. They started slightly rocking side to side with each other, almost dancing without any music playing.

"Seriously.I can't think of anything that could make it more perfect."

"Really? You can't think of ANY way to make this night more perfect?" He lightly pressed her into him so she could feel his length getting stiff.

"Well, of course with the exception of that" She winked at him and he lifted his hands up to hold her face as he began passionately kissing her.

Olivia lowered her arms so that her hands were resting on his lower back, reaching down and slightly squeezing his butt. Their kiss became even more passionate, using their tongues to express their desire for one another.

Fitz pulled back, pulling her lower lip with his teeth in the process, and smiled, moving his hands to her front to untie her robe. When it exposed her naked body underneath he reached up to her neck, stared her up and down slowly and whispered in her ear, "You're amazing."

Olivia smiled, tilting her head to the side as he moved closer towards her again, filling the space he had been admiring her from. She reached her small hands in between his black fitted briefs and his flesh, causing him to let out a sharp exhalation. She pulled them down trailing small kisses from his neck down his chest to his abdomen and right above his waist. She continued kissing down his body, slightly bending herself down, pulling at his briefs before they dropped to the ground exposing his erect stopped her before she continued.

"Come up here". He gingerly grabbed her by her arms to stand her straight in front of him. He leaned down to kiss her neck holding her tightly,"You were perfect tonight, you deserve to be taken care of right now."

Olivia knew exactly what Fitz meant. She smiled at him and let out a small giggle as he picked her body up off the ground and wrapped her legs around his waist. He walked them through the penthouse to the large island table in the middle of the kitchen. He sat her on the edge her legs still wrapped around his waist as his dick firmly pressed on top of her wetness. They continued kissing, slow and deep, biting each others lips and tongues, Livs scratches on his back getting deeper and longer the more their mouths dueled.

"I've been wanting to take you right here on this table since we got here the other day", Fitz whispered in her ear as he licked up and down her neck, ending with biting her ear

"Mmmmmm. I've been waiting for you to take me here in this spot since we got here," Liv pulled back ever so slightly so they could make quick eye contact as she held the back of his neck.

"Oh yeah? Great minds think alike then ."

"Yeah" She nodded playfully and smiled.

"You're so beautiful."

"Fitz" Olivia blushed in that moment and struggled to make eye contact. He loved it when she was this vulnerable in front of him. At work, or events like the Gala, she was a powerhouse, a political genius, a professional pitbull, which he loved. But something about seeing this side of her, naked, blushing at his compliments, turned him on just as much.

"Lay back," he whispered.

She did as he requested. He kisses her stomach slowly, grabbing her hips, kissing each of her thighs and spreading her legs. As he got close to her heat he could see her watching him, her chest taking deep breaths as she prepared herself for the amazing ride he was about to take her on.

Her legs spread, and he blew his cool breath slowly on her warm core, before placing his tongue on the lowest point and licking slowly up to her bundle of nerves

"God baby, that feels so good" Olivia said lazily. Fitz' tongue always made her feel like she was in another world. It calmed her and excited her all at the same time. She reached down to grab his thick curly hair, forcing his entire face closer to her core. It drove him crazy when she pulled him like that, causing him to lick harder and deeper.

As she continued scratching the top of his head he lifted up his hand to start pleasing her with his fingers. He stood up to stand over her and watched her squirm as he fingered her.

"Is this what you want?" He growled in a deep voice.

"God Fitz." Olivia could barely speak as his fingers continued to massage her walls.

"Yes or no baby?" he demanded, as he became entranced by watching her body movements.

"Yes...yes. you know that's what I want Fitz," she whimpered.

Fitz smirked knowing he was about to make her come. He bent over and with his free hand lifted her head up slightly towards him to kiss her mouth deeply. She moaned into his mouth as she tasted herself on his tongue and he continued fingering her. He breathed into her mouth as he felt her get tense around his two fingers.

"Come for me baby."

"Fitz, I want you in me". Olivia held his face in her hands as they looked straight into each others eyes.

He slowly removed his fingers and replaced them with his hard dick. Her warmth and tightness almost made him come immediately but he knew it wouldn't be long before both of them could share their release. He pulled her up so she was seated on the edge of the table. As he rocked into her she moaned and squealed at his perfect riding skills. She threw her head back listening to her man grunt as his riding became rough and deliberate, both of his large hands guiding her tiny waist back and forth on him setting a steady rhythm for her to rock her hips.

"Fitz...I can't, Im gonna...uhhhhhh" Olivia's eyes snapped shut as her body tensed.

As soon as Fitz felt her tight convulsions around his dick he knew he couldn't hold it any longer. He let himself release into her, moaning her name out loud.

They remained in that position for a minute. Panting, regaining their whereabouts. Fitz peppered kisses along her neck, down to her breast and licking back up to her ear.

"Mmmm..." Liv looked at him, smiling, looking slightly weak after their amazing love-making.

Fitz leaned back, carefully sliding out of her but leaning close to hold her against him while she nuzzled in his neck, him standing in between her legs dangling over the edge of the table

"You made quite a mess baby girl." Fitz teased as they both looked down at their legs in between the space they shared.

"Yeah,that was all my doing, I suppose," Liv said sarcastically, poking his chest hard and wrapping her arms around his neck.

"You know what we should do?"

"Hmmm?" Fitz raised an eyebrow.

"Go take a shower." She winked at him and gave a full smile, leaning in to kiss his lips. As he slipped his smoothe tongue into her mouth she slightly bit down holding it in between her teeth for a quick second, releasing it as they both smiled at each other.

"Livvie, you dirty girl. You think you're up for round two already?"

"Well, you kinda interrupted me a little bit ago before I got a chance to do that thing you like. So I figure now its my chance to take care of you. And you know how good it feels in the shower." She looked at him, both of them sharing a mischievous look. Clearly they were on the same page.

"Okay, then. You asked for it." Just then Fitz swiftly picked Liv up in a firemans hold, throwing her over his right shoulder causing her to burst out in laughter. He started laughing at the sound of her shrieking and laughter. She slapped his butt lightly one time as she was upside down over his shoulders with her arms swinging almost lifeless. He gave her ass cheeks a slight squeeze and a few quick taps as he began casually walking towards the main bathroom.

"Fitz" was all she could say in between her intense giggles.

"Round two, here we come!"

Just as Olivia remembered walking into the beautiful bathroom over Fitz' shoulder she snapped back to reality. That night seemed like forever ago. So much had changed. But, Fitz was never one to miss the Met Gala. In that moment down memory lane, Olivia decided to face her fears of running into her ex, and decided to send Bradford a text.

"Ill be your hot date to the Gala. But you're finding me a dress."