(A/N: I know I have other stories that I desperately need to get back too LOL. But this one I've been itching to write for a while now. I've been listening to a lot of Usher lately and my favorite album by him so far is Confessions. I could listen to that album everyday. So I decided to make a fic out of all the songs placing them in a certain order to go with my story. I hope you like it. This one will be Rated M heavily for sexual content during later chapters. The first chapter is very short because it's sort of like an intro but the next few chapters are much longer. Anyway I hope you all enjoy this one, I'll be using almost all the songs off of the confessions album to write this story. Enjoy…)

"Confessions Pt. 1"

"Mellie I'm sorry," he said for the millionth time dodging yet another vase that she'd thrown at him. They were at his penthouse in New York City arguing.

This situation was fucked up and he had no one to blame but himself, he didn't know how he let it get this far. And he did feel bad for hurting Mellie, but he was kind of happy that the cat was out of the bag now. Mellie on the other hand was furious and his apartment was taking a beating because of her anger. He moved around the house facing her but about ten feet away from where she was standing and hurling stuff at him.

"You think I care about your sorry, I don't give a damn about your fucking sorry!" she yelled enraged as she hurled another item at him. This time she only missed his head by a few inches before he dodged out of the way.

"I know you don't, but if you calm down for a second we can talk about this," said Fitz as calmly as he could while he held up his hands in surrender.

"Oh so now you wanna talk huh?" asked Mellie sarcastically as she picked up the T.V. remote and held it in mid air. "You didn't think about talking to me when you were parading your fucking ex-girlfriend all around L.A. did you? Or how about when I asked to come out there to be with you, you said you were fucking working and I believed you like an idiot. The whole time you were out there fucking her brains out huh Fitz!" she yelled angrily.

"Mellie," he said pleadingly.

He didn't know what else he could do or say. How could he possibly explain himself? He'd been carrying on with his ex-girlfriend behind his fiancé's back for almost six months now and the tabloids finally caught up to him. They were all over the front page of any gossip rag you could find.

Mellie felt like a fool when she saw it. Fitz was on the front page of every magazine and tabloid you could there was with his ex-girlfriend/high-school sweetheart Olivia Pope. They looked to be very much in love in all the photos that were taken of the two of them. Fitz looked at Olivia in a way that he never looked at Mellie. And that's probably what hurt her the most.

Everyone knew they were engaged. They were a highly publicized couple. For him to just carry on with Olivia and embarrass Mellie like she meant nothing to him, hurt her to her core. It wasn't like Olivia didn't know Fitz was engaged. Everyone in the world knew. Olivia just didn't give a fuck and apparently neither did Fitz.

Looking back on it she should've known something was up. Fitz was a famous movie director. One of the youngest in the business; he came from a long line of movie directors in his family. Even though he was a movie director, he often chose to shoot his movies everywhere but L.A. He often complained that L.A. was always too over crowded with directors trying to find a plot. So when his trips to L.A. became so frequent of course that raised a few red flags, but she waved it off because she didn't want to believe that he would step out on her. She should've known better though, it was Olivia fucking Pope and deep down she knew that despite what Fitz had said he'd never gotten over his first love. That didn't stop the anger from boiling up inside of her.

"Mellie, can we talk about this please," he begged once she stopped throwing things in his direction. Mellie glared at him but put the remote down. She figured that she at least had the right to know exactly what happened and when it started.

"Fine, let's talk," she said glaring at him. He didn't know if she was being sincere or not so he walked over to her slowly. She sat down on the couch and he stood in front of her with his hands in his pockets.

"I'm so sor…" he began but she cut him off.

"I don't want your sorry, I want you to tell me everything." He sat down across from her in an armchair and shook his head.

"Mellie, I don't think that's a good idea. Mellie scoffed.

"Fitzgerald, I think I deserve to know the entire story from beginning to end seeing as I'm the one who comes out of this looking like a fucking fool. Now tell me everything and don't leave one detail out!" she demanded. Fitz gulped but nodded. He did owe it to her to tell her the truth after all this time.

"Fine, you're right, I do owe you the truth." Mellie nodded.

"Well get on with it then," she said ready to hear the story. Fitz sighed and began by saying.

"Every time I was in L.A. I was with my ex-girlfriend…"

(A/N: Hope you liked the intro, this one will be kind of angsty but also very sexy LOL and I can't wait for to post the later chapters anyway I look forward to your responses.)