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Author's note: Enjoy.
Chapter 4
Josh is a whole new level of grumpy for the rest of the day. I thought he would be proud of me, I got Will to write another speech, I'm moving the campaign in the right direction.
Everyone wins. He likes to win.
The rest of the day he barely talks to anyone. Every answer is short and single syllable . All the events today were huge successes. CNN, MSNBC and FOX all cover the speech and spin it the way I planned. He's been on the phone with CJ and Toby in order to avoid talking to me. Around nine I decide to extend the olive branch.
"Wanna get some dinner?"
"Hmm?"
"Food. Since I stopped working for you, I have this amazing thing: money."
"Donna, I had no control over your finical situation, stop blaming me for you being broke." Again he grumbles. Ugh! I am not winning this one any time soon.
"You're hungry, I'm hungry, we're getting food. Now!" I drag him out the door. We walk down the city street. I wish I knew what city I was in; the campaign is always such a whirlwind.
"What crawled up your ass and died?"
"Um."
"Your more then charming mood, what caused it?"
"You." Blunt.
"Oh." This could go in many possible directions.
He blows up and starts screaming incoherently.
He refuses to talk to me for the rest of the campaign.
He forgives me but gives me a hard time for the rest of the campaign.
It isn't his reaction I care so much about as why he's mad.
Option 1) He does not like that I am working with him instead of for him.
Option 2) He's hurt I started working for Russell.
Option 3) He feels weird about waking up this morning.
Option 4) He thinks
"Are you sleeping with Will?" What?
"What?"
"Will, are you having sex with him?" What is his preoccupation with my sex life?
"That's why you've been in a snit all day? Why don't you just ask him?"
"I did, but I don't trust his answer."
"But you trust mine?"
"Yes." I heart stops. I haven't given him a reason to trust me. Not in a long time. I betrayed you. I hurt you. How? Why?
"Why would you trust me?"
"You've never given me a reason not to."
"I left you."
"You had a good reason."
We walk for a while. My insides are frozen and slowly melting. He starts to rub his head.
"No, Josh. I have never slept with Will. Never touched him, never wanted to, never foresee a reason or situation where I would want to. He asked me out back in New Hampshire. I threw up a little bit. He's my friend. Like Sam or Charley or CJ or Toby. None of those people would I ever care to be with in the biblical sense."
He brightens up, realizing whose name was left out.