"Shit." Olivia whispered to herself, having just stubbed her toe on the side of the long black modern dresser.

She immediately smacked her hand over her mouth and looked over at the black fabric base frame double bed with an upholstered headboard the man she had a one night stand with was sleeping in. Although the room was dark, she could still make out his silhouette and the rest of his features with the help of the moonlight and the other lights illuminating the city below, shining through the floor to ceilings window in the bedroom. He slightly stirred, but remained sleeping. Olivia exhaled a sigh of relief when he didn't wake up. She would feel more embarrassed than she already did now, if he had. She resumed her task at hand, which was frantically running around the room as carefully and quietly as she possibly could, while trying to pick up her clothes that were scattered all around the room.

At the age of twenty-six, she could count on one hand the number of men she'd slept with and the one night stands she's had, combined. She typically wasn't the type of woman that slept around like her free spirited best friend, Abigail Whelan. Olivia was a good girl and had always been, so the type of reckless behavior she showcased tonight was completely out of character for her. That was only partially the reason why she was freaking out as she scurried around the room though, trying to find her discarded clothing.

The other reason why she was in such disarray was because the man that dwelled inside her walls well into the wee hours of the morning was none other than her older sister's ex-husband, Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III. How could she do such a thing and how did she allow it to happened, were the two main questions floating around in her head as she searched for her panties. She knew she broke some kind of girl code. Sleeping with your sister's ex-husband was something you just didn't do.

Guilt was one of the many emotions flowing through her body. She couldn't think clearly while they were in the throes of passion, but once she sobered up, all of her sense came back to her and the first thing it told her to do was get the hell out of there. Of course she could always blame it on the alcohol, but she and Fitz both knew they weren't intoxicated. Their brains weren't impaired… well not by alcohol, when they changed the dynamic of their relationship.

Flashback: the evening before…

Olivia walked down the snack aisle of the grocery store after grabbing a box of popcorn to go with the cheap bottle of red wine in the shopping basket hanging on her arm. As she rounded the corner to head to the checkout counter, she and another shopper almost collided.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" Olivia immediately apologized.

"No, I'm sorry. It was my fault. I should've been more careful turning the corner." A familiar deep, baritone voice replied that Olivia recognized right off the bat.

"Fitz?"

"Olivia?"

"Hi."

"Hi."

He wasn't as shocked to see her as she was to see him, but he was still shocked nonetheless.

"What are you doing here?" Olivia asked in confusion. "I thought you moved to California."

"I did but a friend of mine, who's also a pharmacist, offered me a job and I decided to take it. I'm getting paid more plus the west coast was lonely since all of my family and friends are here. I actually just got done unpacking the last of my things in my new apartment and decided to do a little grocery shopping since I literally have no food or drinks."

"Oh, well welcome back."

Fitz smiled, "Thanks. It feels good to be back." He admitted with a contented sigh.

"I bet."

"So how have you been Liv?" He asked, changing the subject, diverting the attention from him to her.

"I've been really good. I can't complain. I own a little photography studio and it's doing well so I would say I'm very fortunate."

"Wow that's great. I remember you used to love taking photos so I'm not really surprised you chose it as a career choice."

"Yeah I'm extremely proud of my little studio that I bought myself. It was hard to get it started especially when I had everyone in my ear telling me not to waste my money on something that wasn't gonna last long. For most photographers, it's hard to make a living. I'm just grateful that I'm not among those that are struggling to pay their bills trying to do what they're passionate about and went to school for."

She pulled out a card from her wallet and handed it to Fitz.

"That's my business card."

"The Right Light: Photography Studio." Fitz read the name of her studio, typed on the card aloud as he briefly scanned over the rest information on it. "It has a nice ring to it."

"You think so?" Fitz nodded.

"Yeah, I like it. At least I know where to go now if I ever need my picture taken professionally. Can I keep this?" He asked, holding up the card.

"Yeah."

Fitz pulled out his wallet and slipped the card inside of it.

"I should let you get going so you can get home. You probably have so much more to do."

Fitz shook his head, "Actually I'm all settled in not just with my apartment but at my job too. All I have to do is put all these groceries away and cook dinner and I'll be done with everything."

"Oh, good luck with that."

"Thanks."

"Well I'm gonna go home, pop a bowl of popcorn, probably drink half this bottle and call it a night."

Fitz raised a brow at her. "Really?"

"Yep. Popcorn is my favorite food to eat and red wine is my favorite beverage to drink."

"Liv, popcorn is not real food. It's a snack, not dinner. That's not healthy at all." Fitz didn't mean to sound like an annoying prick, telling her how to eat and what she should be eating, but she used to be family and he cared about her well-being.

"I know but I'm a terrible cook and even I wasn't, I would be too lazy to whip myself up something."

"How about you come over to my place and join me for dinner." He offered and to make his offer sound more appealing, he added, "I'm making my best dish which is lasagna. I promise you won't be disappointed."

Of course Olivia was hesitant about going to her ex-brother-in -law's apartment alone, but her stomach felt like it was eating a hole out of her back and decided to take him up on his offer.

"Okay, I'll join you for dinner and you better be as good as cook as you claim to be Grant." She quipped, wagging her index finger in his face.

"Yes ma'am."

He led the way over to the checkout counter and Olivia followed after him. After going back and forth for a few minutes, Olivia finally allowed Fitz to pay for her two items along with the rest of his groceries.

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"You have a nice place." Olivia complimented him as she walked around the modern designed apartment accentuated in white, black, and gray. All of the furniture was modern and varied in those three colors as well.

She was currently in the living room, where a large black leather sectional sofa was placed with its back facing the kitchen and a black coffee table sat directly in front of it, on a white rug, so it wouldn't cause any damage to the plain black marble tile flooring. Adjacent to the sofa, was a one hundred inch plasma television mounted on the wall above a fireplace.

"Thank you." Fitz called back to her from his place in the kitchen as he prepared their dinner.

Although his apartment was the type that didn't typically have that homey feeling, he somehow managed to make his have it. Maybe because he had pictures placed and hung up all around his apartment of himself, his parents, and his grandparents.

After giving herself a self-tour around his apartment, Olivia eventually joined him in the kitchen. She uncorked the bottle of wine and poured herself a healthy glass of it.

"Your place is a lot nicer than mine and looks way more expensive." She stated, taking a seat on one of the chairs at the island.

"Thanks but I bet yours is a lot cozier than mine and feels more like a place to call home."

Olivia shrugged, "Eh, you might be right about that."

Fitz turned enough to look at her and flashed his signature lopsided grin. "So how's your family?" He asked, turning his focus back to cooking.

"They're good. My parents are doing well and so is…" Olivia awkwardly trailed off.

She wasn't sure if she should say her sister's name in his presence. She didn't know how he would react.

"And so is Gabriella, I assume you were going to say." Fitz finished for her, turning back around to face her. Olivia nodded, which caused him to give her a small assuring smile, "It's okay, you can say her name. I won't freak out if you do. In fact… how is she? She's married right?" He wasn't asking as the curious ex-husband that still harbored feelings for his ex-wife, he honestly wanted to know how she was doing.

"Uh yeah, she's been married to a man named Michael for about eight years now and together they have two boys. Ryan is seven, he's the oldest and Caleb is four."

"Oh yeah? That's good that she found a man that made her happy and is raising a family with him. I'm really happy for her." Olivia could not only hear the sincerity in his voice, but she could also see it in his facial expression.

"Why did you two get a divorce?" Olivia questioned.

"Gabriella didn't tell you?"

Olivia nodded, "She did but she told me her side of the story. I want to hear yours."

"What did she tell you happened?" Fitz asked, curious to find out what she told her family was the reason for their failed marriage.

"She said that you didn't want to be married anymore and cheated on her. Is that true?"

Fitz took a sip of his scotch. He welcomed the burning sensation in his throat due to the liquor. He needed some alcohol in his system if he was going to discuss his ex-wife and what was once their so called marriage. "Partially true. Yes, I didn't want to be married to her anymore and started to distance myself from her but I never cheated on her. She always assumed I did and when she asked me I didn't confirm it nor deny it because it didn't matter what I said she would believe what she wanted and there was no changing her mind."

"But why did you withdraw from her." That was the only thing that Olivia didn't understand.

"I… I don't think it's my place to say and it's not something I really want to get into either." He said, turning back around to check on the food.

"Fitz, I really want to know."

Fitz threw his head back with a sigh. "I didn't love her. I wasn't in love with her. I thought I was but I wasn't and I didn't realize that until I found out she aborted my baby without even telling me she was pregnant."

The last thing Olivia ever expected him to say was that her sister got an abortion. She found that hard to believe since her sister was such a great mother to her two nephews and thoroughly enjoyed parenthood.

"At first I was pissed that she would be betray me like that, her husband, the man she claimed to love but as the days went by, I came to the realization that she did us both a favor. We were young and blinded by what we thought was love when in reality it was nothing more than lust. We had nothing keeping us together so we got to go our separate ways and start over nice and fresh."

"How do you know the baby was yours though? Maybe she cheated on you and as a result ended up pregnant with another man's baby but didn't want to keep it."

"Olivia, it doesn't matter how you try to look at it whether the baby was mine or not, she still betrayed me. But that was a long time ago and I've moved on. To be honest with you, I haven't thought about your sister since our marriage was annulled. We both accepted that we didn't want to be with each other anymore but if this conversation ever comes up between you and your sister, ask her how and when she really met Michael. You'll know the truth then."

Fitz left the conversation at that and he wasn't going to say anymore on the matter. He left it open ended for Olivia to come up with whatever she believed he was insinuating.

"Dinner's ready." He announces.

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"Thank you Fitz, dinner was amazing. That was the best lasagna I've ever eaten." Olivia said as she leaned back in her chair. Her stomach felt like it was about to burst, but the lasagna had been so good she couldn't get enough of it.

"I told you." Fitz finished his last bit of food before washing it down with his tumbler of scotch. "Would like anymore?" He pointed at the almost finished pan of lasagna.

"As much as I want to say yes, I'll have to pass because if I take one more bite, my stomach is gonna bust open." She groaned, rubbing her too full belly.

Fitz laughed and collected their dirty dishes.

"Do you need help cleaning up?"

"Nah, I got everything."

"Okay then, I'm gonna head out now. I have to be up early for my first appointment tomorrow morning."

"Let me see you out."

Fitz, like the gentleman he was, walked her to the door and helped her put her light coat on to protect her upper body from the night's crisp autumn air. He then handed her her purse.

Olivia turned back around to face him, "Thanks again for dinner. I had a great time tonight. It was nice catching up with you."

"I had a great time too." Fitz admitted with a smile.

"Goodnight Fitz."

"Goodnight Liv."

He leaned down to give her cheek a friendly peck. As soon as his lips made contact, they both felt an electric current surge through their bodies. Fitz slightly pulled back to look at her, wanting to see if she felt it too. The look she gave him confirmed his suspicions. In that moment, the atmosphere around them changed. The air became thick as they gazed into the others eyes. Slowly their faces gravitated towards each other until their lips connected. Their kiss started off slow and languid as they got used to the new feeling.

Fitz's hands cupped the sides of her faces as the kiss became more frantic and passionate. It was Olivia who pushed away, breaking the kiss, when he attempted to slip his tongue in her mouth.

"Fitz stop, we can't." Olivia panted breathlessly.

Fitz ran a hand through his hair, "I'm sorry. I don't know what got into me. I'm sorry." He repeated.

"It's okay. It's both our faults. I'm sorry too." An awkward silence fell upon them until Olivia finally broke it. "I should probably go."

"You should." Fitz agreed.

However, neither of them made a move. Their gazes were yet again transfixed on the others. Like before their bodies were being pulled together by a magnetic force that neither was able to see. Fitz again captured Olivia's lips with his, but this time she allowed him access into her mouth. His tongue took full advantage of the opportunity to explore her mouth.

Fitz's hands traveled down her body and cupped her perfectly round ass. He grasped each of her globes and used them as leverage to lift her up. Olivia instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist. He blindly walked them from the foyer to the living room, where she straddled his lap on the sectional. Olivia's grip on his hair tightened as she ground her hips into him. Fitz was enjoying the feeling of her dry humping him, but he needed more. He pushed her hips down further onto him, causing more friction. Olivia gasped and moaned from the sensation of his large bulge firmly rubbing against her aching center.

What they were doing to each other felt amazing, but it still wasn't enough. They craved to feel more. Without breaking their lip lock, Fitz stood them back up and maneuvered them through his apartment until they were inside his bedroom. He deposited Olivia on his bed and immediately climbed on top of her, resuming their make out session.

The kiss was getting too heated to the point where it was heating up the rest of their bodies. The room felt like it was also getting too hot to be clad in all the clothes they were in. The first article of clothing to go was Fitz's fitted Ralph Lauren black blue label wool cashmere V-neck sweater. Next was Olivia's light coat and her white modern cowl neck sweater. Fitz was pleased to see that she only had a black lace bra underneath that he expertly unfastened.

Everything that happened after that, happened in a blur. The rest of their clothes were strewed in all different kinds of directions. Hands and lips were everywhere as they explored uncharted territories that were their bodies. Any ounce of rationality they had before was gone now as they spent the whole entire night getting intimate.

End of Flashback: Present time

Olivia finally collected all of her belongings and was about to exit the bedroom when Fitz's groggy voice made her freeze in place as if her not moving would make her invisible.

"Liv?"

She silently cursed as she slowly turned around to see a tired looking Fitz with a severe case of bedhead looking at her with a quizzical look on his face.

"Where are you going at…" He looked over at the digital clock on the nightstand next to his side of the California king bed. "...three forty-two in the morning?" He asked with furrowed brows.

"I have to go to my place. I have work in a few hours so…"

She wasn't technically lying, she did have to be back up in a few hours for work, but her leaving in the middle of the night had nothing to do with her job. Fitz wasn't buying her excuse either.

"Liv, you really shouldn't be out this late. I feel good knowing you're here and you're safe." He said with genuine care.

"Fitz, I can't stay here any longer." Olivia sighed, not wanting to get into the conversation she tried to avoid by sneaking out.

"Why not?"

Fitz pushed his silk charcoal comforter back and threw his legs over the side of the bed. He grabbed his discarded black Calvin Klein boxer shorts he wore the previous day and slipped them back on. As he did that, Olivia tried not to admire his godlike body, which was proving to be a great challenge. It was hard not to look at his defined torso and toned legs. Her eyes traveled down to the large bulge in his boxers. Olivia knew exactly what was beneath them and what it was capable of. She crossed her legs to help with the ache between her thighs as images of the inexplicable things he did to her body flashed through her mind.

Fitz was well aware of the fact that Olivia was checking him out. He could feel her eyes burning a hole in his flesh. He strode over to her with a cocky grin on his face. He already had a lot of confidence and the way Olivia was ogling him only boosted his ego more. Fitz wasn't the Casanova type. He didn't usually seduce women. He didn't have a different woman or multiple women in his bed every night. However, he wasn't the type that really dated either. His last real relationship was with Olivia's sister. Since then, he entertained a few women throughout the years, but they were nothing serious.

Olivia finally snapped out of her trance when she noticed Fitz approaching her.

"You know why I can't stay." She said, taking a step back as he got closer.

"No, I don't. Enlighten me." He told her; unfazed by her backing up with every step he took towards her.

"Because you're my sister's ex-husband and me being here is beyond inappropriate."

Olivia tried to take another step away from him only to have her back come in contact with his closed bedroom door. Fitz smirked and continued to stalk towards her until he was standing an inch away from her.

"What we did all night long was a lot more inappropriate than you just being here, do you think?"

"It was all inappropriate. I should've never agreed to have dinner with you. I should've left when you kissed me. I shouldn't have let things get so out of hand. Fitz, we really crossed the line last night. What we did was wrong on so many levels."

"I know and I'm sorry to have put you in that position… and the many other positions I had you in." He joked, trying to make things less awkward, but Olivia didn't see the humor in their current situation.

"Seriously? I don't know how you can make light of all this. We had sex which wouldn't have been a problem if you weren't my ex-brother-in-law."

"Oh c'mon Liv, where's your sense of humor?" She stared at him with a blank expression on her face. "Okay fine. I can understand why you're reacting the way you are but it's been ten years since I one, last saw your sister and two, since our marriage that didn't even last a year was annulled so forgive for not feeling as guilty as you for what we did. To be honest, I can't necessarily say that I regret it either."

"Well I did. My sister once loved you… or at least she thought she did and for me to sleep with you was one of the worst kinds of betrayal I could do to her. She'll probably never forgive me if she ever finds out. How could I have been so caught up? I'm so stupid." Olivia chastised herself, smacking her palm against her forehead repeatedly.

Fitz took another step closer to her and grabbed ahold of her hand to stop her from hitting herself again.

"Hey…hey Liv. Woah, stop. You're not stupid. Look at me." He cupped her chin with his index finger and thumb and raise her head to look at him. "You're right okay. What happened last night was a mistake and I'm really sorry. It shouldn't have happened but it did and we can't take it back, we can only move forward. Let's just forget last night ever happened okay?"

This time there was no wit in his tone. His words were genuine and if she had any doubts, his eyes told her everything she needed to know.

"Okay." She agreed with a nod.

He mirrored her actions. "Okay."

"I really do need to get going though." She said before turning to leave his bedroom. Fitz, however, stopped her by gently grabbing her arm, when she reached out to grab the handle to his bedroom door.

"Wait Liv."

"What Fitz?"

"Take care and I hope we can be friends." He told her honestly.

Olivia gave him a small smile, "Thanks Fitz, you too but I don't think we should have any type of relationship. It's just not right, I'm sorry."

With that being said, she left out of his room forgetting to take his undiscovered feelings with her. Fitz remained in the same spot, staring at the door Olivia had walked out of several minutes ago. He couldn't explain why he did, but his legs would not allow him to move. All he knew was that Olivia had done something to him and he was fully determined to figure exactly what that was, all consequences be damned.

Author's Note: So this is a little something something that's been on mind for a very long time. This storyline was actually the original Three Hearts story or Two Hearts story (one of the two). Originally Fitz and Olivia were going to have a one night stand that resulted in her becoming pregnant. Olivia was going to lie for months about the identity of the baby's father, but eventually her sister would find out that it was Fitz. That's not the case in this version. I don't even know if this will be a version (story) because I have my other ones to finish (which I'm currently working on simultaneously), but I just wanted to put this out there to see if anyone was interested.

Some answers to questions you might have:

Fitz is thirty years old.

He's an only child.

He and Gabriella got married at the age of twenty.

Their marriage only lasted seven months before it was annulled.

They met when they were freshmen at the University of the District of Columbia Community College.

Gabriella never found out that Fitz knew about the abortion.

After completing his undergraduate, Fitz attended the University of California- San Francisco to study pharmacy. He was no longer married at that time.

Fitz and Olivia had absolutely nothing going on while he was with her sister. They never had inappropriate feelings for each other before. This is the first time they are seeing each other in this light. In fact, they didn't even spend a lot of time around each other when Fitz was married to her sister.

Fitz is not meant to come off as a bad guy. If I continue this fic, he will not be pursuing Olivia to use her as a way to get back at her sister. He is a genuine guy that wears his heart on his sleeve.

I think I covered everything, if not please do not hesitate to ask as many questions as you want. I'll gladly answer all of them. I don't want to reveal too much though just in case I decide to continue this in the future. I'm a bit rusty since I haven't written anything in a while, so this was also to help me get back in the rhythm of things. I'll admit that I wasn't happy about that last Hold Tight update for those that read that fic. Thank you for all of the positive reviews though. I really appreciated them.

As always I hope you enjoyed and please let me know what you think of this!