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Chapter 2 – The morning after

"… that doesn't mean I want you. We. Are. Done."

It was a mistake. Defiance, not making love to Fitz in an electrical closet. That was nothing short of an earthquake. Two angry souls colliding after 10 months of being separated. At times, I was thankful for the distance we had to keep because it made seeing each other much more magnetic and explosive.

I didn't sleep at all last night. The vision of his large, muscular body being on mine replayed over and over like a dream I didn't want to escape. I can still feel the warm places his hands left on my body, even after a long and miserable shower alone.

After these wonderful visions, came the knife-jabbing words he said to me after. That it was a mistake and it will never happen again. That he can't control his self around me, but that doesn't make him want me either. Our conversation was abruptly interrupted by Cyrus and I don't know if I'm grateful I didn't have to stay for that dreadful reunion or if 5 more minutes with him could've shown him how sorry I was and that nothing between us has to change. He's angry, I betrayed him and he has a right to be, but the love we have for one another shouldn't disappear.

1 month later

A month later and I have still yet to capture sleep. I am usually on the brink, when his deep, broken voice intrudes my thoughts. I have found myself longing for his touch and his voice. I hear it on TV and of course I watch like a 15-year-old girl stalking her ex-boyfriend on Facebook. The sight of him, whether it be a video of him walking out of Air Force One or him behind the podium addressing the people of the United States like he knows every single person individually, gives me chills and makes my temperature rise.

I'm dazed and staring at the TV before I hear a cough and realize Quinn is standing in my doorway. She politely smiles and says, "He's here."

I get up, nonchalantly thinking it is the senator of Missouri because we have a meeting late tonight so no one would see him come to my office, but to my surprise there are secret service agents swarming my usually quiet office.

I love my job and after leaving the White House, it was hard to make a name for myself other than the woman who got President Grant elected. But I prevailed and found a client, then another, and another, and it snowballed because D.C. is full of scandals and people with secrets, like myself. It is ironic, I think. That I'm the best fixer there is, yet I can't ever fix my own life. My life is always such a mess, no matter the facade I give off.

My heart skips several beats as his tall, muscular body saunters through my office like he owns the place. Nobody can do the presidential walk quite like Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III. He owns any room he walks into and his charismatic smile makes it all okay.

He nods his head to my co-workers standing outside the glass doors with their faces practically mushed on the glass. I stay star-struck in the middle of my office while he comes in and owns the place, leaving me breathless.

I immediately make myself a drink and motion to him to see if he'd like a drink and of course he does. I hand him the short, glass tumbler and his hand grazes my fingertips. After several minutes of silence, he breaks it, "Hi."

"What are you doing here?"

"You can't even say it back?"

Reluctantly and at the speed of a bullet I say, "Hi. How are you? How are the wife and kids? How is running the country? How is sleeping with your mistress in a church, electrical closet and then stabbing her with your words after? I'm sorry Fitz, if I thought I'd never have to see you again after the way you've treated me. I'm sorry, hi."

"Wow. I deserved that, but I thought I was supposed to be the angry one."

"Well, now we're both angry."

"I-I came to tell you to back off my supreme court nominee, or to see you and kick myself some more after the horrible day I've had."

I say nothing and wait for him to continue because his mouth is still slightly open and it makes me think he's not finished. We sit in silence and let it heal us from the pain we've caused each other.

His voice cracks and his eyes fill with tears, but I can tell he's fighting them back and he seems to be winning. "You ruined me. I'm ruined."

I choke back tears and breath catches in my throat before I remark, "I'm ruined."

"I don't care. I trusted you, you know. You're all I had. All I ever needed and now…"

"Now what, Fitz? After everything, you're done? Because you don't seem done to me."

"I don't know. It's for the best, but it's not what I want…"

"I think you should go, now." I cut him off because I'm afraid of what he wants. There's no doubt that he is what I want, but after everything, our situation is still difficult. It would never work, could it? I'm afraid of him hurting me again.

"Yeah, that's probably a good idea." He tosses back what is left in his tumbler and stands up.

I watch him as he buttons his tight-fitting suit jacket. His American flag pin glistens in the dimmed lights of my office and it reminds me of the day I gave it to him, his inauguration day. The memory of that day floods back to me and it seems so long ago. Before he knew about defiance, before Mellie knew about us, before he was President, before things got really, really hard.

I find myself missing those days, where we would sneak around and whether it was 5 minutes or 5 hours, any amount of time with him was enough. Working in the White House with him and getting to see him every day. I would wait for him, watch for him, my whole life was him. And I'm scared to admit, it always will be.

Watching him walk away always puts a knot in my stomach because what if it is the last time I get to see him? What if he is really done and everything that has happened was for nothing?

He turns around while his hand is on the door and he sighs. He always looks sharp and ready to conquer but now, he looks so tired, so desperate. It saddens me that I am part of the reason for the stress and toll on his body.

"Fitz…"

"I know, I'm sorry I should be going."

"No, I-I'm just so sorry, I did it."

He nods. I see a fire light in his eyes and not the usual fiery lust that he usually holds when looking at me. It was anger. All I did was remind him of his inability to escape reality. I betrayed him and now I'm paying the price.

A/N: So this time I didn't add Fitz' POV because I want to see if you like it with or without it. So far, I am just setting everything up before the drama really starts to happen. Hope you guys like this chapter! I am going to try to upload at least one chapter a week, so bare with me! Let me know what you think.