Oliver looked on as Lucille and Shane stood having a grand time. Whatever he was saying to her she found it hilarious.

She threw her head back in laughter, gripping onto Shane's forearm. Oliver tensed up at the scene. She was actually into him.

He moved closer to them pretending to be occupied with the coffee machine. He could now hear them clearly.

"I can't leave for lunch. I promised Lex I'd go over strategies with her."

"C'mon", he pressed. "Twenty minutes I promise", he said smiling at her.

She giggled. "I can't." She stirred her coffee.

"What about dinner then?", he asked still smiling.

"You're very persistent, aren't you?", she grinned.

He shrugged his shoulders. "It's something about you."

She blushed. "Dinner then."

Shane nodded victoriously. His cellphone started to ring. He looked down at it. "I gotta take this", he said walking toward the door. "We'll talk details later."

Lucille waved as he exited the lounge. Oliver couldn't wait to ask what he already knew to be true.

"So I guess you and Shane hit it off, huh?"

"He's a really nice guy", Lucille answered dryly.

It pissed her off that he had the nerve to ask about Shane when he suggested she give him a chance. Her fingertips turned white because of how hard she was squeezing her coffee cup. She only calmed down when she saw Lex.

"Excuse me", she said moving past Oliver.

"Did you get the family photos up on all social media platforms?", she asked Lex. Lucille saw Oliver exit and her shoulders lowered.

Lex noticed it but decided against saying anything so she just nodded. "Yeah. So far most of the comments are about how adorable Noah is."

Lex pulled the picture up on the provided iPad. They were both in awe at Noah.

"There's something about kids missing their front tooth that makes them 10 times cuter", Lex stated.

They both laughed.

While they laughed, Oliver sulked.

Everything was coming together nicely. He would be elected the next governor of Texas. Yet, he still wasn't happy.

"Oliver", Anne Katherine called from behind him. He sighed before turning around to greet her nicely.

"Can I talk to you?", she asked pulling him aside.

"What's up?", he asked putting his hands in his pockets.

"All those things I said to you a few weeks ago, the things I did", she said trailing off. "They were horrible."

He looked on as she continued.

"I understand if you'll never forgive me because it was truly cruel but I just want you to know after the divorce, I want us to co-parent cooperatively with one another. No hostility."

He smiled as he nodded. "Thank you Anne Katherine."

She turned on her heel to walk away but before getting too far she turned back. "I was right about Lucille and Shane, you know", she said.

He nodded. "I guess you were."

He walked into his office and pulled his cell phone out of his pocket before sitting on the sofa in the corner of his office. He scrolled through his photos until he found the photo he had taken of Lucille while she was sleeping.

She looked so peaceful. The corners of her lips were curved into a smile as the sunlight of the early morning shone down on her brown skin.

Oliver smiled to himself remembering how good it felt just to sleep beside her even if their hotel slumber party affair was short lived. He had only kept the room in hopes that she would show up one night. All the nights he lied awake, restless, unable to sleep knowing she wasn't next to him.

While he can admit he felt betrayed that Lucille knew how Anne Katherine felt and withheld that information from him, that didn't change the fact that his feelings for her were getting stronger every day. Not being able to talk to her, be with her, only made it worse. More often than not, he found himself drowning his sorrows in whiskey.

He locked his phone, tucking it away in his pocket and laid down on the sofa. He allowed himself to drift off into a sound slumber.

He awoke hours later, almost in an altered state of mind.

He checked the time on his phone. It was almost 7. He hesitated before pushing his body off of the sofa. He called Antonio and he answered after one ring.

"How fast can you get here?", he asked him.

Within 10 minutes, Oliver was in the backseat of the town car ordering Antonio to take him to Lucille's home. When they pulled up to an apartment complex, Oliver felt defeated.

"This is where you brought her?", he asked.

Antonio nodded.

Oliver sighed.

Antonio eyed him in the rear view mirror. "I believe it is the first door on the left coming off of the stairs sir."

Oliver's eyes lit up. "Thanks Antonio."

He got out of the car but before closing the door, he poked his head into the car. "I'll call you", he said, giving Antonio the go ahead to leave.

Oliver walked over to the stairway and walked up to the first door. He knocked firmly on the door. Lucille opened the door gracefully. The look on her face showed nothing but surprise.

"Oliver", she uttered.

He said nothing, just continued eyeing her up and down. She wore light makeup and bold red lipstick, more than she ever wore to work. She was dressed in a fitted cream colored dress with spaghetti straps.

"What are you doing here?", she asked.

"Can I come in?"

She stepped aside, allowing him to enter. "You can't stay here long."

"Will Shane be here soon?", he asked as he walked past her.

"Yes", she nodded. "I guess you're an excellent eavesdropper", she mumbled as she shut the door.

Oliver took a look around the apartment before taking a seat on the sofa. He liked how everything was mostly white with only a few red and gray items to complement.

"It's exactly what I thought it would be", he said. It was so quiet in the apartment that his voice nearly echoed.

"Oliver what are you doing here?", she asked again, walking over to stand near the coffee table.

He looked down at his watch. "I'm just waiting."

She folded her arms. "Waiting for what exactly?"

"For you to call Shane and cancel dinner", he said pointing to her cell phone that sat on the table.

Lucille laughed. "Have you had too much to drink Oliver?", she asked.

"No", he answered. "None in fact."

She walked around the coffee table to stand near him. She placed the back of her hand on his forehead. "No fever either", she stated jokingly.

He grabbed her by her wrist with one hand and used his other hand to grab onto her waist. He pulled her down onto his lap.

"Oliver what are you doing", she tried to climb off but he pulled her back down.

"Lucille look at me", he begged.

She obliged, looking deep into his eyes, seeing nothing but sadness.

"You have no right to be jealous", she said. "I'm not yours."

"Don't do that to me", he said sternly. He loosened his hold on her body, allowing her to stand up.

"What do you want from me?", she asked.

Just as the words left her lips, her phone started to ring. Oliver leaned over, raking his fingers through his hair. Lucille watched him as she picked up the phone. She held it in her hand for a few more seconds before answering, allowing it to ring a few more times.

"Shane", she said turning her back to Oliver to speak. "Hi", she said.

"I'm so sorry but I won't be able to make dinner tonight", she said into the phone.

"I promise I'll make it up to you", she said. "You have a good night, too."

She could hear footsteps moving across the floor toward her. Oliver's arms snaked around her waist. He placed a kiss between her neck and her shoulder as he removed the phone from her hand. He tossed it behind them onto the sofa.

Lucille gasped as he turned her body around to face him in one swift movement. He smiled as he twirled one of her curls around his finger then tucked it away behind her ear. Lucille's heart was racing and they were so close that Oliver could feel it too.

"Relax", he whispered.

Her arms rested lazily around his neck. He leaned in slowly and just as the longing became unbearable, their lips touched sending a feeling of warmth throughout one another's bodies.

Oliver pulled away, trailing kisses down her jawline, then his mouth went lower allowing his tongue to explore her neck.

"I want you", she moaned out causing Oliver to stiffen even more below the belt. He lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. She pointed him in the direction of her bedroom before nibbling at his neck hungrily.

He laid her down on the bed before he covered her body with his like a blanket. His fingers slid the spaghetti straps off her shoulders, his lips placing kisses where the straps once were.

He kneeled in bed while trying to take off his shirt.

"Let me do it", Lucille's sultry voice whispered.

She got up on her knees and started unbuttoning his shirt. He couldn't help but steal kisses while she made her way down the line of buttons causing her to giggle.

Once all the buttons were undone, he slid the shirt off. Lucille slowly ran her finger tips up and down his bare chest and abdomen. She pushed him backwards and his head was at the foot of the bed. He was holding his body up using his elbows. She was about to unbutton his pants but he stopped her.

"Take off your dress", he ordered, a glazed over look apparent in his eyes as he stared at Lucille's body.

Since the straps were already off, she pulled the dress over her head and tossed it aside. Oliver admired her bare breasts that fit her body frame perfectly. His eyes highlighted the subtle curves that weren't always seen through her clothes. Her hips were much rounder than he first thought and he fell in love with them on sight.

Lucille went back to unbuckling his pants. Once they were off, her eyes widened at his length that stood tall and erect before her. Tall being an understatement.

She used her tongue to wet the palm of her hand before reaching for him. Her touch caused Oliver to groan loudly as she started to stroke him. She leaned down and as soon as her tongue made contact with the tip of his length, Oliver groaned out her name.

She bobbed her head up and down bringing him pleasure. The type of pleasure he hadn't felt in over a year.

He held her hair back as she looked up at him which only turned him on even more.

"Get on your back", he said. She obeyed and lied down on her back.

"Spread your legs", he said. She obeyed again having no idea where all of this confidence was coming from. She was a minute away from being totally exposed to this man. Another woman's husband. And all she could think about was how good he would feel inside of her.

He planted kisses on her inner thighs, leading up to her mound covered by black lace underwear.

"You wore these for him", he asked in a gruff voice.

"He was never going to see them", she assured him, running her fingers through his hair.

He pulled them down her long brown legs that seemed to go on forever. "They're mine now", he said. "And so is this", he whispered before his tongue delved into her folds.

Her breathing was hitched as she moaned out his name. Over and over again.

He slid a single finger inside of her as he continued pleasuring her with his tongue.

"Oliver I want you now", she breathed out.

He positioned himself in between her legs.

"Are you mine?", he asked teasing her clit with the head of his member.

"Yes, yes", she nodded eagerly causing Oliver to grin.

He eased himself into her slowly, careful not to hurt her.

Lucille inhaled sharply as he bottomed out inside of her.

"I'm sorry", he said. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine", she said adjusting herself below.

Oliver thrusted into her slowly, speeding up once Lucille was comfortable. She gripped onto his back as he went faster and deeper inside of her.

"You feel so good", he said in a deep voice as he continued thrusting into her.

Her moans got louder and louder only encouraging Oliver more. He grinded slowly into her taking time to suck at her breasts.

He kissed her on the lips, thrusting deep into her below, moans escaped her lips.

"Are you going to go out with him again?", he mumbled into her neck, delving into her again before pulling out.

"Oliver", she moaned out. "Please", she begged already missing how he felt inside of her.

"Say you won't go out with him again", he demanded.

She surrendered. "I won't go out with him again."

He sank back into her delivering deeper, longer, faster strokes than before. Not long after she nearly cried out as she felt her orgasm nearing. Her walls tightened around him as her legs fidgeted under him. A few seconds later, Oliver groaned out profanities as his release followed.

His body collapsed beside her. They looked at each other.

"Wow", they both managed to say at once. They laughed.

Oliver scooted toward her, wrapping his arms around her fragile body. He pressed a kiss to the back of her neck.

Oliver fell asleep immediately, something that hasn't happened since the last time she was in his arms. He knew that he was meant to be with her and he wouldn't have it any other way.