Chapter 14 It Happened That Night

Mellie had talked Fitz to death on the five to eight minute walk to Olivia's cabin. He knew for a fact he could there in less than five minutes. He had run there the past three nights. Those nights with Olivia had been some of the most wonderful of his life. He could hardly wait for them to begin. And now he was on a leisurely stroll with his wife to pick up his woman. He was annoyed as hell. Also he was a little frightened to face Liv with Mellie by his side. It would remind Olivia that he was still married to Mellie and God only knew when that marriage would end.

They arrived. Mellie immediately began knocking on the door. She was adamant about Liv coming to dinner. He had wanted her there too, but she had said she wanted a nap. This was to be their last night of carnal bliss. And Mellie was ruining it. Damn her to hell!

Olivia had gotten her nap, luxuriated in the whirlpool tub, and had pampered herself. Her body was glistening, her pubic arrow given a retouch, and her hair was down just like Fitz loved it. She had wanted their last night to be perfect. Only heaven knows when they would share moments like this again!

She had prayed he would come to her early. She was eager to make love to him without fear of discovery or having to do the deed it quickly. Their quickies were things of absolute beauty though. Making slow deliberate love with Fitzgerald Grant made your heart sing. Fitz could have her wet and panting in less than five minutes. And then he could make her scream like banshee in less than another five if he chose to do so. When he was able to put to practice the things he knew about lovemaking, a woman, this woman was left overjoyed.

She had washed the fresh strawberries, removed the stems, and deliberately left them whole. If you sliced them, the juice would seep from them before they served their purpose. And their purpose was to provide flavor as they devoured each other's bodies. He loved to trickle the juice on her nipples before he tugged and suckled them. He would suck the juice of the berry from her belly button. He would trickle it on her nubbin so it could mingle with the natural juices flowing from her body. She was sitting down right now and she found herself squirming her seat.

She smiled thinking of how she would return the favor to him. She was going to make him beg tonight as she licked the juices from strawberries and whipped cream from his body. The tip of his magnificent erection covered in whip cream was a sight to behold. She licked her lips in anticipation. He would be here soon enough she thought to herself. Stop being naughty Olivia! She looked at her watch. It was 6:20. She would catch some CNN or MSNBC while she wanted for her lover.

She had gotten up to find the remote when she heard the knock at the door. It wasn't his special knock so she decided that she wouldn't answer the door as she had planned, in her birthday suit and only the lacy see-thru cover-up she now wore. She went into her bedroom and put on the thick lifeless bathrobe that came with the cabin.

She opened the door expecting Cyrus or one of the Secret Service Agents. Instead she got the shock of her life. Standing on her porch was the President of the United States and his wife. Olivia Pope was a lawyer and all lawyers were taught to be thespians. You were taught the letter of the law, how to use principle and fact to present your case. But facial expression was everything. You could emote so much through your facial expressions. The horror and disappointment she had felt was palpable, but only for a moment. She drew upon the acting skills she had learned so well. When she fully turned to them she had transformed into Olivia Pope, the DC fixer. "Mellie, Mr. President; is everything alright? What is going on?"

"Everything is fine Olivia. I just decided to come down here and throw my two cents into this speech y'all were formulating only to find out you guys are finished and having a celebratory dinner. Fitz says it is all done and it is a great speech. I also thought my coming down would be good press for us. There is nothing more important in the political game than picture perfect displays of familiar joy is there Fitz?

But the issue right now is you being down here all by yourself missing the celebration Olivia. I bet you contributed immensely to this project and here you are all alone in a cabin while the President, Cyrus, and those wonderful writers pat themselves on the back. I won't have it Olivia. I told the President it was rude and inconsiderate. I know you said you weren't hungry. But it isn't just dinner anymore, it's a party girl. Get out of your jammies and come and join us. I insist, we insist, don't we Fitz?

"Yes of course." Disappointment was written all over his face. Fitz was never one to be able to hide his true feelings. He was running his fingers through his hair and biting his lower lip. He was also shifting his weight from foot to foot. He was mad as hell. He had yet to make direct contact with Olivia.

"Come on Mr. President, you can do better than that. Olivia needs to be with us tonight. I know she made the initial outline for your speech. Plus she is why you are President of the United States of America. She is why you are at Camp David instead of fly fishing on the lake in Santa Barbara. Use your Grant charm Mr. President."

His wife was a pain in his ass. When would this farce of a marriage be over? He wasn't sure how much more he could take. He finally turned to face Olivia and said, "Olivia, won't you join us. I know you had planned this evening for yourself. I truly didn't want to bother you. But since we are here, can you join us for just a few minutes? I will personally walk you back to your cabin myself. "

Mellie flinched. He still thought to be alone with her tonight. She would make sure it would be a short night. He would not fuck Olivia Pope tonight. She would bet the small fortune she had amassed that Olivia Pope was buck naked under that robe. She was expecting Fitzgerald Grant tonight, not he and his wife!

"Come on Olivia. Throw on a sweat shirt and some jeans and come on down," Mellie said sweetly.

Olivia didn't feel like going the rounds of" I don't want to come" while Mellie laid on the Southern charm. She wasn't in the mood for it. Let's end this shit so she could cry herself to sleep over another woman's husband! "Okay, sure. Give me a minute. You two want to come inside?"

"No Olivia, Fitz and I will stay out here and enjoy the crisp autumn air."

Olivia closed the screen door and went into her bedroom to dress. This was too much Olivia was thinking. She couldn't do this. She wasn't cut out to be a mistress. She was not.

Her eyes filled with tears as she brushed her hair and put it up in a ponytail. She pulled off the sexy lace cover-up pulled on some panties and took Mellie's advice. She pulled on a sweatshirt and put on some jeans.

They walked back to Fitz' cabin with Mellie's mouth yapping a mile a minute. She bragged about the children she couldn't stand. She suggested that the "celebration" wouldn't last that long because now that she was here she and Fitz might get busy. It was all lies of course. Fitz made Olivia privy to the intimate details of the Grant marriage, THERE WERE NONE! But Olivia was hurt and pissed just the same. She, Olivia Carolyn Pope, top of her class at Georgetown, DC Fixer Extraordinaire, Communications Director to a President was a fucking mistress!