Chapter 8
He thought he had heard a knock on his door. So he walked over and stared through the peep hole and there she was. The woman of his dreams and the love of his life was on the other side of his door. He opened it. "Olivia?" "May I come in Gover…Fitz, please may I come in?
"Of course, come in," he said as calmly as he could. He stood back and let her in and dead bolted the door. He did not want to be aggressive, but until they talked she was not leaving this room. They needed to talk about what was happening between them. She looked so lost and alone.
I heard you call out to me. You said give us a chance. Did you mean it? I want a chance for us. I want you. "Please don't turn me away Fitz. I am so sorry. I am so afraid Fitz. I do love you. I meant every word I said to you last night. I am not sure I know how to be a mistress, but I will be one for you. I want to be with you whenever and wherever I can. Please forgive me for running. I need to talk to you to tell you my story so you can try to understand me. Please forgive me." She had asked him twice now.
"Olivia there is nothing in this world I would not forgive of you, nothing. I love you too Livvie with all my heart. I have told you there is nothing in this picture that says one-night is all I am looking for. I want a lifetime with you. You are the woman I want in my future. I was calling out to you. I am so glad you heard me and you came. Come sit down with me and let's talk and a plan a future together," he said smoothly.
They sat and talked for hours. He had asked her to start. She had seemed so eager to tell "her story." She had been on her own since age twelve. She had not lived in a home since she was twelve. She had gone for one stretch where she had not laid eyes on her father for four straight years. He called her on Thanksgiving, Christmas and her birthday. She got in trouble once for smoking pot and he called her about that making it four times that one year. When she saw her father again after four years he didn't hug her or anything. Just "Hi Olivia you look well."
She had gone to school with the sons and daughters of the rich and famous at one of the most prestigious boarding schools in Europe. Some of her classmates were even the children of Kings and Queens. She wasn't the only minority there and she had made some life-long friends. But she was the only kid with a parent who did not care about her at all. The head mistress and the other students knew her plight and they pitied her. They felt so sorry for her. Of course they did, she was the only one that never ever had a relative visit in all the years she was there. And of course she never ever went home.
She had excellent grades and she could have gone to any university she chose. But her father chose that for her too. He was paying so she said nothing. She had met Abby at Wellesley and they pledged to be friends for life. It was at Wellesley where she first took on the Gladiator persona. The Wellesley motto, Non Ministrari sed Ministrari "Not to be ministered unto, but to minister" had always fit Olivia Pope to a tee. She was not the one to be saved. She instead was the savior.
Olivia had always planned to be an attorney. She would be a natural, arguing for the people. She and Abby had chosen Georgetown Law and her father wasn't happy about it. Of course he wasn't. She would be where he was, living in the same city. But she would not budge on Georgetown. He had threatened not to pay. He told him fine she would get student loans and make it on her own. She assured him she would stay away from him. Just because they were in the same city they still could avoid each other as they had for the last decade.
Eli Pope curator and head anthropologist at the Smithsonian had looked at his daughter as if she had said something untrue. She had stared him down daring him to contradict her, he could not. She would never say she hated her father but she no longer cared that he was her father. She was indifferent to him. He had refused to pay for her law school, so she had winged the money on her own. She would rather pay back loans than be under his thumb. She owed a mint but at least she was free of him.
Not surprising they had both told stories of aggressive overbearing fathers. Fitz had been at home with his father for all of his formative years and it had been the worst. His father was a devious evil man. And he had tried to mold his namesake into his image. He had gone along with the plan until he found out the man that he was trying to emulate was an adulterous tyrant. He treated him and his mother like shit. His "secretary" had been set up in an apartment for years and was his mistress. He also slept with other women. He was a serial adulterer. His mother knew and she didn't dare say a thing. He ran the Grant household the same way he had captained his naval ships, with intimidation and without quarter. When Big Jerry was at home everyone had to walk on pins and needles. It was all so pathetic.
He had gone East to College and it was four years of bliss. He had only come home on holidays because of his mom. A cold calculating father was always a good thing to leave behind when you are trying to evaluate your life and put it in perspective. He had thrived at Brandeis and had entered Harvard Law as one of the brightest and the best. He had no loans to pay off. His family had more money than they could spend in ten life times.
He had graduated number three in his class. He had offers from some of the most prestigious law firms in America wanting him on board. But his father had been waiting, waiting for his return so he could start the process of molding him into his likeness. He was to join the navy to become a military man and return home a war hero and run for governor of California. And then it was off to Washington, DC. He was to one day become the President of the United States of America.
He had bucked his father while in the Navy. Instead of sitting behind some desk and looking at wars happen, he had signed up to be an active participant. He was an intelligence officer that became a trained fighter pilot. He had flown dangerous missions all over the globe. And as hard as he tried Big Jerry could not do a damn thing about it. "Are you trying to kill yourself to thwart me boy?" He had screamed directly into his face, "You hate me that much?" He didn't say Jack shit, he didn't have to!
Dissimilar stories but stories steeped in parental neglect and mental abuse. They both had spent a portion of their lives running from over-aggressive unreasonable parents. His father was dead thank God. As for Olivia's father, he needed a good old fashioned ass whipping in Fitz' opinion. Once he was free and had made Livvie his forever he intended to have a long talk with Eli Pope. If that did not change his ways he was going to personally beat the shit out of him. This mental abuse of Liv was going to stop!
"So you see Fitz I am a screwed up woman with daddy issues. I have been on my own since I was twelve. I have had one serious relationship and my father ruined that one for me. Everyone I have ever loved or wanted to love me has fled the scene. I have never had anyone love me for me. And now I have fallen in love with you a man I knew I could never have for myself. No matter where this is headed in the end you will walk, you have to I know that. But I don't think I can bear it. What I feel for you is too much. I am so afraid," she whispered.
"Livvie don't be afraid. I love you and would never leave you, ever. You have to trust me, I am not going anywhere. Why are you so afraid Livvie? What are you so afraid of?" She seemed to be really terrified, and he was becoming terrified for her. Who had hurt her this way? Why was she so afraid to trust, to love? "Come here Livvie. I. Will. Never. Leave. You. Never. Trust me Livvie. Trust me with your heart. I trust you with mine," he whispered back.
He pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly. He kissed her forehead. "Livvie I love you so much. I would walk away from it all right now; my marriage and the presidential campaign, all you have to say is "do it." I know what we have is the real thing Olivia. We are meant to be together.
"You would end your campaign for the Presidency? You would end your marriage? You would do these things for me," she asked incredulously looking into his blue eyes.
"Anything in this world Olivia Pope, I would do for you, anything at all. I love you Livvie. I have already given you my heart and my soul. It is you Sweet Baby you are the one, everything is about you," he said solemnly.
She held his face in both her hands and tenderly kissed his lips. "Oh Fitz I do believe you and I trust you so much. I want us to try. I want us to be. I want us to happen. I love you too so much. Let's try then to have a go at love. I love this feeling. My heart is so happy right now. You know what I want," she asked?
"I will give you anything within my power to give you Livvie; all that I have is for you. What do you want Olivia, tell me and let me make it happen," he asked back.
"Take me to your bed and let's make some more memories. Make love to me Fitz like we have tomorrow because I believe you when you tell me we do. I believe we are the real thing. I believe in us," she said smiling up at him.
"Oh baby we are the real thing. We are so real. Thank-you for coming back to me tonight Livvie. We are such a love story. We are going to do this thing you will see," he said picking her up in his arms.
He strode to the bedroom and stood her beside the bed. She was so beautiful she made his heart stop. He put his hand along side of her jaw and stroked it. He removed her robe and stared at the black wisp of pajamas she wore. He pulled the top over her head and air left his lungs. Silently he said "remove them." And she shimmied out of her bottoms.
His dick just about tore a hole in his boxers. That little hairy triangle on her mons that pointed directly to where he was going next was sexy as hell. He was just staring, unable to take his eyes from her. He had seen her in all her glory last night but it had all been a memory and he was afraid he would never see her like this again. "Livvie," he whispered.
She was just standing there watching him watching her. She licked her lips and began bite the bottom one. She started to massage her own breasts. She was pulling on her nipples elongating them. God she was going to kill him before he even touched her. "Governor you have on too many clothes. Undress and come to me," she commanded him.