I've had this story in the back of my mind for the past almost 4 months so I just decided to write a first chapter and see how it goes. For you Olake-haters, you might hate this first scene a little but it gets better lol, trust me, this is an Olitz story and Olitz is endgame so just warning you. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

"Damn, Liv, I've never heard you scream like that. Hopefully you're not too sore because of me."

Sex with Jake wasn't all that satisfying. He was just awkward and tried too hard to make them both feel something. Before she would urge him to do better but when they were finished he would get into a terrible mood which could only be allayed by her telling him that he was doing a good job and letting him try again. So, to avoid all the drama, she would act like he was the best in the world. It left him feeling happy and confident and if it meant that she didn't have to deal with his bad moods, she was fine with it. But one thing was for sure, her husband was bad lay.

She forces a smile. "Uh, yeah…"

He smiles back and puts his mouth to hers, kissing her slowly. "I wish we could just stay here all day."

"I know, but we both have work and today's my big first day," she reminds him.

"That's right. We'll have tonight anyway," he says, winking at her. He pulls out of her then climbs off and heads to the bathroom. After they both take showers, Olivia dresses in her favorite gray pantsuit with an elegant white sleeveless blouse and her favorite white McQueen stilettos. She presses her hair straight, adding a few curls to her side bangs and puts on a limited amount of make-up. After checking herself out in the mirror and deciding that she in fact looked fantastic, she heads to the kitchen.

While Jake takes their Maltese, Pepper, out to go pee, Olivia starts her morning routine, toasting a bagel and switching on the TV to the news like she does every morning to see what's new in the world. She fills up her cup with coffee and then takes a sip, watching as President Fitzgerald Grant III makes his way across the White House south lawn after getting off Air Force One in an older clip. As the commentators speculate about how he will go about delivering this year's State of the Union address, Olivia stares on at him. It finally settles in that this is the man she will be working for for the next couple of months—the President of the United States of America and arguably the most powerful man in the world. She would be his Chief of Staff and essentially his right hand woman in terms of getting work done, and even though Olivia had really never shied away from a challenge in her life, she couldn't help the jitters she was feeling.

She takes in the confident-looking man who had managed to get elected as a single man after his last-minute divorce, when it was made known that his now ex-wife had cheated on him with the remaining candidate. What a scandal, Olivia had thought. According to Cyrus Beene, the real Chief of Staff who had chosen her to temporarily take over the position while he was recovering from a heart attack, Grant hadn't even wanted to divulge the news of the affair out of sheer embarrassment, but Cyrus had eventually convinced him to since they would've lost any other way and once the news got out, Grant's win was a slam dunk. But even though he had won mostly out sympathy from the American people, Olivia had a gut feeling from the start that he was the right man for the job—he was very intelligent, generous, charming and no doubt incredibly handsome, not that that mattered, but most of all, he had the people's touch. He had made them aware that he could empathize with the common man and he knew how they felt because he felt those same feelings—their worries, their fears, their uncertainties—a clever and swift point he had made in that town-hall style debate with Reston. As Cyrus had told her many times before, he was a true patriot and those only came once in a generation, if you're lucky. So far his approval ratings had been up and Olivia was determined to make his first hundred days in office successful like never before.

"Why are you still staring at him?"

Olivia turns around to see Jake staring at her with a crease in his forehead and a slight frown. "What?"

"I said, why are you still staring at him? You've been looking at him for the past minute and you were so interested in him that you didn't even notice I was here until I said something," he tells her with a slightly angry expression.

"Jake…" He could get so jealous sometimes for no reason.

"I don't know, Liv, maybe this whole Chief of Staff job is a bad idea. You're going to be with him most of your time there and I don't like that, especially since he's single. Just tell Cyrus you can't do it."

"This is a really great opportunity for me, babe—one that may never come again. I'm not only going to get to work with a sitting president but I'm going to be his Chief of Staff. Do you know how huge this is?"

"Yeah, but I still don't like it."

"You don't trust me?"

"I trust you but I don't trust him. Something just doesn't sit well with me."

She walks up to him with his cup of coffee and pecks him on the lips. "It'll be fine. Besides, he's almost twenty years older than me—what would I want with him when I have a nice, fresh young fellow like you," she says, smiling and hoping to appeal to his feelings.

He takes his mug and smiles back at her, caressing her nose. "Fine. I let you get away with way too much, but you are my darling angel."

He grabs her waist and pulls her closer for a passionate kiss, but Olivia finally pushes him away after about a minute. "You need to get to work."

He sighs. "I know." He grabs his coat and then turns back to her, saying, "Hey, you should make some chicken when you get home. I haven't had good chicken in a while."

"I suppose I could…" she says, a little thrown off by his sudden change of thought. She had actually hoped he was going to tell her that she looked nice but she pushes down her disappointment. It's not like she dressed this way for him anyways.

"And cook with that apron on—you look so sexy in it." He tells her with a wicked smile and which she returns with an uneasy laugh. He then says goodbye, walking out the door.

Sometimes she really didn't like the way Jake treated her. He was good to her but sometimes he could be condescending and always tried to put her in the role of the submissive wife that would make chicken whenever he liked or fetch him a sandwich or beer when he asked, though she couldn't be farther from that. She also hated how jealous and territorial he was with her. He had started several blow-out fights just because a some guy would stare at her funny or if she looked at any other guy a certain way, Jake would bug her about it for days. Their journey together started when they met each other in a pastry shop in town two years ago and after six months of dating, he told her that he wanted to get married. She declined many times but after he kept badgering her, she finally gave in. It hadn't been a big wedding. He didn't have much of a family, just a sister, and neither did she—her parents were both dead and she was an only child. They were both kind of loners so they had that bonded them even more. She just invited a few friends from college, including her work colleagues and they got married at a local church and flew out to Vegas for their honeymoon. Her relationship with Jake has always been somewhat rocky but since the day they met he had always been there for her when she needed someone most and she really did love him. She knew that he adored her too and wouldn't do anything to deliberately hurt her, but marriage could be difficult. She just always tried to look on the bright side and make things work. They had vowed until death.

After cleaning up the kitchen a little, she says goodbye to Pepper and heads out the door with her cup of coffee after switching off the TV.

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As she walks down the hall of the first floor of the West Wing to the Oval Office for her appointment with the president, Olivia fascinatedly watches the different scenes going on around her as so many busy people hustle through the halls and occupy themselves with work in their offices. At this point, even if it was temporary, she was at the height of her career with this job. She would not only get to work in the White House and see upfront how decisions are made for the betterment of the country, but she would be working closely with the Leader of the Free World and actually be involved in making the crucial decisions. She and her crisis management firm had gained a lot of popularity and respect throughout the country but this was her biggest and best opportunity yet and she was determined to succeed abundantly in it.

"Mr. President, Ms. Pope has arrived!" the secretary calls out to from her desk.

"Thanks, Lauren. Send her in!" He calls back.

Olivia and Lauren exchange courteous smiles as she walks past the secret service agent by the door and strides into the Oval. "Good morning, Mr. President."

He smiles back at her and as he makes his way across the room over to her, she notices that he's even more good-looking in person. He towers over her with a strong posture and broad shoulders that exude confidence as he stares back at her with those striking, stormy blue eyes. His naturally curly hair has been gelled into flawless chocolate brown waves that shape his face perfectly. And his bright, charming smile beaming back at her is enough to make her swoon. How could this man still be single? Pull it together, Olivia, she scolds herself as she struggles to keep her hand from trembling as she holds it out for him to shake.

"Good morning, Ms. Pope, it is a pleasure to finally meet you," he says, shaking firmly and igniting a tingly sensation on that are of her skin. She takes her hand back and struggles to breathe properly. Why was he having this effect on her? He was handsome but so what? She had worked with many gorgeous men in her life and she had never reacted this way. She needed to stop acting like a nervous schoolgirl does with her first crush and try to do her job, starting with impressing her boss.

"Have a seat," he says, gesturing to the two couches in front of the Resolute Desk, never taking his eyes off of her. She couldn't read the expression that he was giving her and the more he stared at her, the more nervous she felt. A thought occurs to her but she quickly pushes it away before her brain continued to make absurd things up.

She smiles and sits down as he takes a seat on the couch facing her. He picks up his glass of water and takes a sip, continuing to stare at her. After about thirty seconds, she takes her glass of water and sips, glancing around the room just so that she didn't have to look at him as he sizes her up. Once a minute passes, he sets his glass of water on the table and says calmly, "So, tell me about yourself."

She looks at him, glad that he's finally asked her something. She straightens her posture a bit and asks, "What do you want to know?"

He shrugs. "Anything. You're education, work experience, family. We're going to be working in pretty close proximity for a while so I want to get to know all I can about you."

She crosses one leg over the other and folds her hands over her knee, trying to keep composure under his intense gaze as she begins, "Well, I did undergrad at Georgetown University and then attended Yale Law School afterwards."

He nods. "Ah, that's right, you were top of your class at both universities."

She smiles slightly. "That would be correct." She knew that he had looked at her file and probably already knew everything important there was to know about her, so she wondered why he was still asking her anyways.

"From there, I joined one of the country's most prestigious firms, Bankson & Co., with a little help from Cyrus, who just so happened to be one of my professors at Georgetown, and just two years ago, me and some colleagues of mine opened our own firm."

"Pope, Finch, and Associates," the president says, like he's answering a quiz question. "Cyrus tells me that you're all very good at what you do, especially you, the mastermind."

She blushes at his praise. "Well, thank you, but we all pull a pretty equal weight."

"Ever so humble, Ms. Pope. I hope that's not because you're speaking to the President of the United States," he says with a knowing smirk. "Cyrus told me that you knew when to bring out the claws when it came to your work."

She smiles, nodding. "I do, when things need to get done. And please, call me Olivia."

"Olivia," he says, with a small grin. She loves the sound of her name on his lips. "Well, then, please call me, Fitz."

She gives him an uncertain look. "Um, I don't know if that's quite—"

"Appropriate? Maybe not, but you are my Chief of Staff, and will be one of my most trusted advisors. And if Cyrus trusts you, I trust you. Do you trust me?"

She hesitates to answer like it's a million dollar question. She looks into his eyes and she is robbed of almost any coherent thought. All she can think of doing is nodding yes with a short, "Mmhmm."

He smiles warmly at her. "Then call me Fitz, it's seriously fine."

"Okay…Fitz," she says quietly, trying his name out for size. She giggles, putting her hand shyly to her mouth, embarrassed that she had actually giggled in the first place but this just gets a smile out of him. "This is going to take some getting used to. I still can't believe that I'm now holding the title of Chief of Staff, even if it is only temporary."

"You deserve it. And I very much appreciate you taking a break from your usual work at such a short notice to do this favor for both me and Cyrus. God knows that he needs the break. It's a shame that he had to have a heart attack to finally slow down."

"Oh, he's not slowing down at all. He's demanding that I visit him at least twice a week to discuss in-depth how things are going around here. He's such a worrywart."

Fitz nods in agreement, rolling his eyes. "He's just afraid that if he doesn't know what's going on at all times around here then the apocalypse will be upon us and the nation will burn to the ground. It's like he thinks he's Jesus or something."

They both laugh and then she says, "Oh, I think we both know that he's the epitome of a political devil."

He chuckles. "That is true. But I have a good feeling that we will thrive around here with you keeping me in check," he says with a certain edge to his voice.

She smiles. "I'll be sure to," she responds, a little more playfully than she had intended. She suddenly felt dirty for even trying to be flirtatious in the least with him. She was not only married but he was the leader of the Free World and she was his Chief of Staff and she didn't want their relationship to be anything more than professional.

Fitz seems to sense her uneasiness and stands up, saying, "Well, you probably have a lot to do, as do I, so I'll let you go."

She gets up and lets him lead her to the door as he rests his hand gently on the small of her back. She had flinched when he had touched her because she could've sworn she felt a spark but she allows him to keep his hand there because it just feels right. She inhales his scent, feeling strangely comfortable being so close to him, and begins to wonder how it would it feel to have him fully put both arms around her. Snap out of it!

"If you need anything at all, just ask. I'll also have Lauren send you my schedule."

"Thank you, Mr. President—I mean, Fitz," she corrects herself. She still couldn't believe that she was calling the President of the United States by his first name.

"Thank you, Olivia. I hope you have a good first day," he says, winking at her. As soon as he closes the door to the Oval, she takes off down the hallway, eager to get back to her office and get some work done to take her mind off of him.

So, I hope you liked this first chapter. I just want to see the feedback for it to decide whether I'll continue or not since I'm already working on two other stories, but if enough people like it, I'll make room for it. How did you like Olitz's first encounter? How do you feel about Jake and his relationship with Olivia? How do you feel about Liv having the COS job for a while? Do you think Fitz will make a move on her during this time and while she's still married? Other thoughts? Thanks for reading!