Chapter 5

She had left his room at 6:30 am. She was only three doors down on the left. However she was pulling her bags. There was no doubt in her mind; even though her hair was done and her clothes had been changed, if any one saw her right now they would know she had been thoroughly fucked. And she had been. She had used that word but Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III had made the sweetest love to her. He had cherished her. He had praised her. He had told her how much he loved her. She believed him because she loved him too.

She entered her room and closed the door. Putting her back against it she closed her eyes and remembered. It was the most glorious night of her life. She knew it would be life-changing when she walked into his room. She had made her decision and she awakened in a funk about it, but he had held her and told her what they shared wasn't wrong his marriage wasn't really a marriage and he loved her. He wanted her, Olivia Pope and he wanted her more than anything. The marriage was already broken it wasn't her fault. She was going with that. She had made a bed with Fitzgerald Grant and she was going to lie in it, happily.

Her phone rang. She floated over to it and said, "This is Olivia Pope."

"Livvie I'll meet you outside your door in five minutes. Cyrus has called again. Are you all set? I miss you Olivia and I do love you. See you in five," he said smoothly.

"Ok, see you in five," was all she could get out. His voice made her weak. She had to remember not to look at him. She was afraid the love she felt for him might be shining in her eyes.

Fitz knocked on Cyrus' door. He came out with a big smile on his face. "We have got to woo them Fitz and let them know we are on their side. We need to put Georgia in our column and we are looking good. Your good friend Governor Purdy will be there this morning as well as Senator Isaac. Good things could come out this, real good things. Liv you look special this morning, all that sleep must have been good for you. Let's roll guys," he said enthusiastically.

The Prayer Breakfast had run smoothly. Opening prayers, wonderful Gospel music, and local politicians clamoring for endorsements as well as giving Fitz a big endorsement. Fitz was taking it all in. He seemed to be actually enjoying himself. He stood and took the podium like it was second nature to him. He gave them his on the road spiel. It was succinct and brilliant. He outlined some of the things he intended to do for Hispanics and Blacks should he be elected. He believed in the principle of diversity. He believed that America was a country of the people and by the people. Fitzgerald Grant was a natural.

She had tried but she could not keep her eyes off of him. She knew he was in his forties but he sometimes looked like a young boy when he was happy and smiling. He was a handsome man on the outside and inside. She now knew personally he was ripped underneath his clothes. He had a six-pack. She had run her hands and her tongue up and down that six-pack. His chest hairs had a smattering of gray in it. And the hair on his head was as soft and silky and it was curly. She could not think of one thing about him that she did not like. In fact she loved everything about him. She did.

He was so energized this morning. Olivia Pope was in his bed last night and it was the most wonderful thing he had ever experienced. The sex, oh my fucking god, don't think about it Fitz, don't. When he remembered he went instantly to steel. She had literally blown him away on so many levels. He knew he was in love with her going into this thing and now everything had been intensified. Sex can never be all there is to a relationship, but is very important. To really love someone and then the sex you are having with them is the best you ever had, that is a winning combination.

He was a man that had not initiated sexual contact with another human being for over a decade. It is an unbelievable story but is also a true one. His marriage had died years ago. His wife had been cold and distance right out of the gates. To say he had not known would disingenuous. Sex had come easy to him from the time he was sixteen years old and he had lost his virginity to the twenty-something assistant chef who had been fixing his breakfast since he was thirteen years old. Amalie was from France and she was skilled at more than French cuisine. What he learned from her he took on the road and never looked back.

Even knowing he did not love Mellie he had married her anyway. His father had insisted she was what he needed as he started his political career. Love was not necessary for a marriage to work. His father had told him to his face, "Seek love somewhere else boy. Your wife's job is to run your house give you sons and boister your political career. Provide her with a beautiful home, servants and a black American Express and go do great things, that's your job boy, your only job." His father was such an asshole. He had not wanted that. He wanted a real marriage.

He had known he had been set up, but he had shrugged it off. He had not even confronted Mellie about it. She had made her his wife and he wanted to try to make a go of it. She was a beautiful woman and in the beginning he was turned on by it. He was approaching her almost every night and he was liking the response he was getting. And then he realized it was all an act. He considered having an academy Award made up for her. He had Hollywood connections you know. She was moaning and groaning, pretending she was enjoying it when in fact she felt nothing. He had finally told her she did not have to pretend with him, he wanted her to enjoy sex. He would teach her how special it could be. However once she knew that he knew she was faking it, she ended all pretense. His "wife" was a piece of work.

She would just lie there like a martyr. She was "allowing" him his conjugal rights she had said, "But Fitzgerald please do not approach me during the week I think once a week is enough." And she was right even once a week was too much. Her "duty" as she called sex with him was complete nothingness. He felt nothing she felt nothing so why were they doing it? So he had ended and it and it was obvious she was relieved. He just did not care one way or the other.

His father had come to him out of the blue and asked him about children. The farce had been going on for over two years when Big Jerry had come to him and wanted to know when were they going to give him some grandchildren? It was almost as if Big Jerry knew he was not fucking her. He did not want any children with her. His wildest dream had been to divorce her and get back to his life. But he allowed himself to be drawn back in. He approached her and she seemed enthusiastic about having children and she "pretended" to enjoy the process. Somehow they conceived Jerry and Karen and they went right back to their sexless mode. He was relieved. The sex was the absolute worst.

So for over ten plus years he had not touched her. They had adjoining bedrooms where the door was rarely opened except to ask or answer a question. And even that was done with a very polite knock. He was not sure what she did or if she even had a sexual drive. Honestly he did not care. In his opinion she was frigid, cold as ice. If and when he had the urge he took care of himself. A mistress had been out of the question, until now. Now he had taken the road of his father. He had become an adulterer. And he knew in his heart if Olivia Pope would continue the affair he would. He wanted to continue it. He wanted her. He loved her.

He looked up at her then. He caught her eye and she smiled back brilliantly at him. His heart stopped. Her smile was so genuine. She was so genuine. What they had shared last night, if he lived to be a hundred he would never forget it. They had one more night here, would they spend it together? This was his first affair and he wasn't sure what his next move should be. What he did know, was that he should not be looking at Olivia Pope the way he was looking at her right now!

Olivia turned her head. "Don't look at me, look away. Everyone will know," she said to herself. God the effect this man had on her. She began squirming in her seat. She could not help herself she was remembering. She turned back around and those piercing blue eyes were staring right at her. She could swear she heard him plainly say, "I'm sorry Livvie, I'll look away. But it is so hard. I love you." She shook her head and turned around to look at him. He was shaking his head with his eyes closed. Then he seemed to purposely turn in another direction away from her. Lord have mercy did they have some type of telepathic thing going on as well? It was too much what she was feeling for this man. But she could not help herself, she turned back to him.

Fitzgerald Grant could have sworn he had heard her say not to look at her, to look away. It was unreasonable he knew that. But he had heard her, so he had responded back. Yet he had not mouthed a word. Ok, what the hell was going on? They can communicate without words. Lord help him. He was head over heels in love with this woman and he was losing his mind as well. He turned back to look at her and kept his eyes there he could not help himself.