in dedication to my newest follower and equally as crazy as I am scandal sister XariGrey please don't kill me later.
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Mr. President,
I'm sure you don't want to hear from me but I just had to talk to you before...before I...I just had to fix...I couldn't continue without telling you...I'm sorry this happened. I didn't mean for it to happen or for you to find out this way. Just before you delete, please listen to me. I want to tell you a story.
Once upon a time, there was a group of powerful people who got together to ensure that an event would happen.
You have a man who stood to receive a record amount of money. A man who stood to gain the approval of his pipeline project. A man who wanted a president in his back pocket. A man who now has unlimited access to the white house.
You have a woman who wanted to be a supreme court justice. A woman who perjured herself during her confirmation to the supreme court to get that spot. A woman who sat on the supreme court until her death and to this day receives the respect she wanted when anyone speaks of her.
You have another man who has told you himself that he in it for the thrill of the chase. He is in it for the power and the prestige. He is in it for the dirty side of politics. A man who is Chief of Staff now.
You have Mellie, a woman who makes it known to anyone one she can halfway trust that she would screw any one out of anything to get what she wants. A woman who will tell anyone who listens of her political ambition. A woman who now schmoozes with politicians everyday and is The First Lady.
And then you have the last member. A woman who...A woman who you thought you COULD TRUST! A woman who messed up. A woman who went against her gut for once and went with her heart. A woman who fell in love with an incredible guy. A woman who not only ran herself into the ground for her candidate but for the man she loved. A woman who is flawed. A woman who let her heart overload her gut. A woman who was pressured everyday to answer yes to a question that would change the lives of an entire country.
As the month turned into weeks, weeks into days, days into hours, she always answered no. But in the midnight hour on the last day, after Mr. Thrill of the Chase bullied her into it and after she realized that this was all her fault anyway, she went into fixer mode.
If she had stayed objective, we would not have this animosity between us. I failed you. I failed not only you but your whole campaign. I failed Mellie and Cyrus and Hollis and Verna and your entire staff. I failed everyone that campaigned for you and everyone that believed in you. I failed all of them. But the thing that hurt me the most, was hurting you. And I get it. You hate me. You don't trust me. You want nothing to do with me. I failed you with the election, I failed you when I left the white house during your State of the Union Speech, and now when I didn't tell you about all of this. I get it. Three strikes and I'm out. And I'm okay with that. Just...know that I still believe in you. You have what it takes. I wish the best for the rest of your tenure and for re-election. I'm so sorry. And I truly lov...Goodbye Mr. President.
Fitz stared at his cell phone and sighed. He poured a full glass of scotch and downed it within seconds. Like his Dad always said, if you didn't have real courage, there was always liquid courage. He dialed the number that he had committed to memory. The phone ringed as he got more comfortable in his chair. He propped his feet up on the desk and eyed the oval. They had a lot of good times in here. One of this very desk.
Hello?
I need you.
Excuse me, Mr. President?
I need you here now. Things have changed and I know you. You knew this was happening and you did nothing to stop it. So get here now.
I don't know if that's a good idea.
I didn't ask you to...just get here Cyrus. I need her new number.
Yes Sir.
The annoying knocking on the door was starting to grate her nerves. The knocking had been going on for at least ten minutes. And whoever the person was, they were not letting up. Olivia slid out of the bed unknowingly tugging at her boy shorts. If there was a problem at the office, why had they not just called her phone. She picked it up seeing it was dead. She slipped the charging case on and flipped the switch. That was quite possibly the best thing she ever bought for her phone. Olivia started flipping through missed calls and emails as she walked to the door and the increasing loud knocking. Not even looking through the peephole, she opened the door,
WHAT?!
Ms. Pope.
I'm not...what do you want?
It's not what I want.
Tom, get on your phone and tell him no.
I have strict orders, ma'am.
And so do I.
Ms. Pope please don't make me do what he wants me to do if you don't come willingly.
And what's that Tom?
"I am to," Tom pulled a piece of paper out of his jacket pocket, and starts to read "walk pass you, get your keys and purse from the small round table to the right of the door, go into your closet grabbing a pair of pants that is on the far left wall, a blouse that is on the right side by the door and a pair of pumps on the floor or some maybe be located under the tv stand, she gets a little lazy, throw you over my shoulder and carry you out of here if you still do not comply."
You would never Ever consider doing that.
Tom raised his eyebrow and stared Olivia in the eye.
"Give me ten minutes."
"Make it five."
Tom dropped Olivia off at the side entrance, telling her that he was waiting for her in the oval.She walked through the hallways of the white house trying to look unaffected by her surroundings. It had been 10 months and the learning of a huge secret happened since she been here last. The last time she was here, Fi-he begged her to wait for him. He begged her to trust in him and wait for him. She told him, she would think about it. What else was she suppose to say? 'Sure Fitz. I will wait for you. But I will also wait for the shit to hit the fan about this election rigging scandal thing that I'm involved in. But yea, if I don't go to jail, I'll wait for you.' That just wouldn't have worked. Suddenly, her body was pulled violently, her neck almost whiplashed.
Her hip and butt banged against the counter against the far wall. It was slightly dark in the room but with just enough light to make out what was about five feet in front of her which at the current moment, was nothing.
"Why did you do that?"
She didn't have to ask who was speaking to her. That voice haunted her every night in her dreams and during almost everything else. "I don't know what you are referring to."
"You've done that much you don't know how to respond? You're that morally bankrupt, you don't know what infraction I'm talking about."
"When it comes to you Mr. President, my gut is broken sometimes."
"Sometimes. pshh. Most of the time. All of the time."
"I said I was sorry. You know I am."
"Sure you are. Of course you are. I bet you are. Why did you do it?"
"I tried to fix what I messed up. I'm not morally bankrupt. I was trying to restore the the pride you had for me. I tried to fix what I screwed up."
"You tried to fix what you messed up. You gut is broken. How do you fix this?" Fitz said stepping into her personal space. She gasped as his sudden intrusion frightened her.
"What does you gut tell you now? What is it telling you?" Fitz asked as his lips brushed against Olivia's neck. He sucked her ear in between his lips and lightly licked them. His hands slinked up her thigh, over her butt with a rough squeeze, moving to her back.
He let go of her ear with a pop and went to work on her neck again. His hand ran all over her body, grabbing and squeezing, caressing and holding different body parts.
"What is your gut telling you?"
Olivia let out a groan as Fitz's tongue ran over her sweet spot behind her ear. "Uh please."
"Please what? Is that what you gut tell you? To beg for it? Is it saying please?"
The domineering, commanding voice pulled her more into him. She wanted him and more than ever. More than she ever did on the night that she spent with-
"Is this what you want?" Fitz asked as his hands traveled to the zipper on Olivia's pants.
"Yes." Olivia groaned. She was never one to be forward and so open but if this time away from Fitz taught her anything, it was to be more open and honest to Fitz.
Fitz stepped back glancing over Olivia's panting body, "I wouldn't what you gut broken if we continued so I guess we will stop." Fitz said stepping away.
"What?" Olivia barely huffed out.
"You don't get to come here and think we are all better. What makes you think I would even want to be with you again? Because I sent for you? Because I made sure we where in a room with no cameras? No matter how much my body and heart wants you, my common sense tells me to leave you alone. I believed in you. I trusted you. You knew my fears and you played them in your favor. You used my fears for you and the rest of the group from hell's gain. You all used me. So I'm going to use you all. Verna has already paid in full. Hollis has paid up. He wasn't to happen but hey he will live. Cyrus and Mellie have their chance coming soon. They didn't like it either but I guess no one likes getting blackmailed. But you, you my precious, my Sweet Baby will be the gift that keeps on giving. We may not have talked in the past 10 months but that was because I couldn't stomach the thought of you in my presence. But know, my needs have overpowered my hatred. So you will be around the white house a lot more now. Most earlier morning, late nights," his eyes swept over Olivia's body, "very late nights. Is that understood, Ms. Pope?
"No."
"What?"
"I will be available to you because I really want you to understand I am sorry. And if you treating me like the mi- mistress you want me to be gets you over your angry, I am all for it. You are mad now but your anger will subside. But No."
"No what? What are you talking about Ms. Pope?"
"It's Mrs. Davis now. Has been for three months."
Oh God. I can't believed I typed this. If I'm honest with myself, I want this arrangement to come to fruition but not the whole Mrs. Davis part. I think I might jump from my cliff. But when the writing muse sends you over a cliff, you go. So I hope I don't have anyone pitchforking and lighting torches for me. yea lol look me up on twitter lonnii_renae please feel free to leave the hatred in a review I will understand. :)