Chapter Fourteen

"Are you going to sleep in your office?" said Andrew as he stood in the door frame of Alexandra's office.

"What? No. I'm just gonna finish this paper and then I'm heading to the residence." said Alexandra as she looked up from the papers in her desk. "We're still having breakfast tomorrow, right?"

"Of course! I'll be waiting for you! Goodnight, Alex."

"Goodnight, Andrew"

Andrew had just left Alexandra's office when a man passed by him in the hall. He recognized him. It was the same man who had showed up on Alexandra's office the other day. It was him. The same man he assumed she had been trying to avoid.

Her door was open. She was one of the few people who remained at the West Wing (besides the secret service). There was no one else from the Vice-President's team in the building. It was only her.

"Knock knock" said Peter as he stood underneath the door frame.

"What do you want?" she was petrified by his presence. Shocked and surprised with his visit at such a late time in the night.

"No 'hello' or 'how are you'?" said Peter with a smirk.

"What do you want Peter?" his presence was annoying her and that could be sense in her tone.

"You know what I want" he said as he got closer to her desk.

"I've already told you what I want" Peter sat down at the chair across her desk but the smirk on his face didn't go away.

"And I've already told you what you should do to get it" she was trying hard to not start shaking.

"That's not what I want"

"So, what do you want this time?" she was trying hard for her voice to not start trembling.

"You" he looked at her right in the eye. He looked at her with a smirk on his face. He looked at her like an animal hunting his prey.

"Leave" she was scared by the raw way he expressed himself.

"C'mon! We used to have fun!"

"I said leave" said Alexandra as she got up from her seat.

"Alex"

"Do I have to call the secret services or will you walk out on your own?" that was all she had to say. The shame and the scandal of being thrown out of the White House by the secret services scared him enough to walk away on his own.

She fall into her chair the moment he walked out of her office. She could feel her heart beat fast. Faster than before. Almost as if it was about to jump out of her chest. She opened up the first drawer of her desk. The one that was always closed. She opened up and kept staring at its content. She just stared at the box she had hide in her drawer. She picked up and put it on her purse. She left her office. She had not finished the paper she was reading when Andrew stopped by. She just picked up her things and left as she tried to control her tears from falling.

"Good morning" said Andrew when Alexandra arrived.

"Good morning" she replied before kissing him on the cheek.

"It's beautiful day, isn't?"

"Yeah. So that's why you decided to have breakfast by the pool?"

"We spent way too much time locked on ours offices. We gotta have some sun too!"

"You did not asked me to have breakfast with you so we could discuss how much time we spend inside, did you?" said Alexandra before taking a sip from her coffee.

"No and I also didn't ask you to come her to discuss work. We can do that later."

"I figured!" said Alexandra laughing.

"I'd like you to give this to her" he never said her name. He didn't need to.

"It's wrapped up in Christmas paper!" said Alexandra after she sneak into the bag he had just given to her.

"It was my Christmas present for her" said Andrew

"Ok"

"And if…" he was about to say something when her voice interrupted him.

"Let me guess! If anyone asks it's from me."

"You're so very clever!"

"That's why pick me to be your chief of staff!" said Alexandra with a smile.

It was late in the night. She had just finished her work day when he showed up on her door. Wanting the same thing as the day before. Getting the same reply he had gotten the day before. But she have had enough. She was tired of his chase. She was tired of his constant calls and e-mails. She was tired of his sexual indirect. Tired of being the card trade. Tired of being threatened. She was just tired. She throw her things to her bed before opening the first drawer of her bed side table. She took out the box she had put there the day before. Inside a phone. She took the letter that was inside the box and read it again. And again. Unsure if she should call the only person who had that phone's number. She read it again. She turned on the phone and called to the only number saved on that phone.

"He's back."