A/N: Thank you for taking the time to read my story. I have been reading all of the great fanfic stories on here since I began watching the show, so i finally decided to try to see if I could write one. This is my first fan fiction story. Your honest reviews are much appreciated. All characters belong to Scandal and Shondaland.
"How many days?" she thought…as the sweat and tears mixed on her cheeks, the salty taste reeking havoc with her tongue…"How many days have I been here?" The sleep deprivation,and physical abuse had finally taken its toll on her. The slight chill and constant sound of dripping water filled her with never-ending despair. As she slipped in and out of consciousness, trying to fight the building feelings of depression and despair, Olivia's mind began to drift to the place where this all began. "I just wanted to stand in the sun". A familiar face began to form in her mind, the face of the one true love of her life. She began to smile as a small flame of hope spread through her, she knew if she could just hold on, everything would be ok.
FLASHBACK
"Well there's no way to sugar coat it, we got our asses handed to us by Sally Langston in Iowa last night, so, anyone have any ideas?" asked Presidential candidate Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III. As he stood there gazing at his campaign workers, the scowl on his face did nothing to detract from his gorgeous face. He was attractive by anyone's standards and as Olivia stood in the back of the room silently observing him, she could not stop the hot flush of color appearing on her face as she envisioned her hands and lips slowly moving up the length of his chest. He was a beautiful specimen of man… with the sculptured body of a greek god, the curly brown hair that just made her want to run her fingers through it, and those piercing blue/grey eyes… she felt as if she had died and gone to heaven. "Snap out it Olivia" she thought to herself, "Cyrus hired you to get a job done, not fantasize about your future boss"! She shook her head to clear her mind, and boldly stepped forward to make her presence known. "The problem is your marriage"
The entire room came to a standstill as her words rang loud and clear through the hall. " Your marriage. It looks like you don't screw your wife, which would be fine, except that family values matter to Republicans, it's why they vote for who they vote for. Whatever the truth may be, your marriage looks dead from the outside…where is your wife by the way?"
As he looked at the petite woman standing in front of him reading him the riot act, he could not help but notice how incredibly beautiful she was. He looked her up and down, taking in the perfect shape of her ass and the firmness of her breasts; as his eyes came to rest on her face, he felt his breath catch in his chest. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. She had flawless skin that reminded him of the finest Swiss milk chocolate, moist, plump lips that begged to be kissed, a cute button nose that crinkled subconsciously, and the most beautiful big, brown doe eyes. He felt himself becoming lost in her eyes as he struggled to get his emotions under control. "And you are?" he asked, as he attempted to mask the shakiness of his voice.
"Olivia…Pope" she answered, and as they looked into each other's eyes, the world around them ceased to exist as they simultaneously thought, " oh shit, I'm in trouble!"
A/N: whew! So what did you think? I know this chapter is kind of short, but I just wanted to gauge if anyone would be interested in my continuing the story. #OLITZ only story :-)
