Chapter 15

The "wrap party" had gone well. It was nice. Cyrus had done a good job of arranging it at the last minute. Mellie showing up had dampened the mood of the President, it was obvious to anyone that knew him. He was polite, smiling, and going with the flow. But Cyrus knew his friend. Mellie parasite that she was had sucked the life from him the minute she arrived. He thought that getting Liv here would perk things up but it didn't. Mellie definitely put a pall on the evening.

Well they had a good speech to deliver tomorrow night and his man was in the White House. He was pleased. The group had started to file out. Olivia had asked him to walk with her back to her cabin. He was about to do so when Fitz came up behind them and said he had promised to walk her back. He stepped aside.

Mellie had watched the interaction and she knew Fitz was making his move. She walked into the fray. "Fitz are we walking Olivia back to her cabin now? She was so generous to basically rise from her bed and come to the party. Thank-you Olivia. You are a gem."

"No, Mellie WE are not going to walk Olivia back to her cabin, I AM. I have some important issues to discuss with her. I received an important phone call minutes ago, its government business. But don't you worry it shouldn't take long. Don't wait up; I imagine you are exhausted after your trip."

"Okay. Good night Olivia."

"Good night." Olivia didn't look back. She stared ahead and kept walking.

They had walked about one hundred feet from the house when he said, "I'm sorry Livvie. She just showed up uninvited…

"Uninvited? Your fucking wife doesn't have to be invited to where you are. She gets to show up. She gets to claim you. She gets to destroy any happiness we have."

"Olivia don't let Mellie do this. It is typical Mellie manipulation. Someone told her I was enjoying myself and she came to ruin it!"

"I don't know Fitz. I think she may know about us or at least she suspects something and like a dog pissing on a fire hydrant she is marking her territory. I can't do this. I thought I could but I can't."

"If she does know that could be a good thing Olivia. I want out of the marriage. I want to be with you. I love you. I want to marry you. I want a family with you. Please don't let her ruin this for us. It is what she does, ruin lives. Let me handle Mellie, Livvie. Don't give up on us. Promise me Olivia."

"I can't promise you anything right now, just like you can't promise me anything. Things had been so wonderful. We were so happy. But guess what, not one single bit of it was real? You are somebody else's husband. This fantasy of ours is never going to happen. Mellie will fight us as long as she is breathing. I just don't know if I can do it anymore."

They arrived at the cabin. They walked up the steps. She turned to him then and said, "Goodnight Mr. President." She was not going to invite him in. Defeat was in the eyes of Olivia Pope, that didn't happen often!

"Livvie don't do this. This is what she wants if she does know. She wants you to feel hopeless and defeated. I know Olivia; I lived with this shit for years. Mellie is a fucking parasite. She will suck the life from you because she doesn't have a life of her own. She hates me, she barely tolerates her own children, she is evil and you know it. I can handle this Olivia. I can. Don't turn from me, don't shut me out. We love each other. We are for real and don't you ever forget it. We are supposed to be together." He reached for her right out in the open; he was going to make her remember how real they were!

"No Fitz, that will solve nothing," she said as she turned from his kiss.

"Olivia I am begging you don't do this. Let me come inside and talk to you, please. This was to be our special night. Let's not end it this way. Let's go inside and talk this out."

"Talk about what? How you are going to leave your wife and be with your mistress? How you are going to perform this miracle while you are President of the United States of America? How conservative Republican America is going to accept you leaving your White wife for your Black mistress? They will crucify you Fitz; nail you to the fucking cross. And me they will tar and feather me and run me out of town!"

"Stop talking nonsense Olivia. I told you I would give it all up for you and I meant it! I would relish Mellie revealing the truth. My marriage is a sham and I love you, Olivia Pope. Let her do it, I wish she would. I am tired of this shit. I am tired of episodes like this. What do I have to say and do to get you to believe me. You are not a mistress to me Olivia. I love you, just you." He turned around and started walking down the cabin steps. His soul was wounded by her words, by her refusal to lay all her trust in him, to believe that they had a future.

"Fitz I am sorry. Please don't leave here angry with me. This is so hard for me. I am not cut out to be the other woman. Please don't walk away from me angry." She had extended her hand. "You are right. Come inside and let's talk. I am a mess, forgive me."

He turned around and saw her extended hand. He walked back up the steps and took it in his and raised it to his lips. "Don't you understand Olivia; I love you more than anything? There is nothing to forgive. I know this is hard for you, I do. But as God is my witness, you are all I want Olivia. You are all I will ever want!

They walked into the cabin hand in hand. When the door closed they fell into each other's arms. They also fell into a passionate kiss. It was searing and sensual. Neither one of them wanted to end it. Olivia spoke first. "You have to get back Fitz. Your wife is here. You can't stay with me tonight. We had some wonderful plans but Mellie effectively killed them. We had three nights of perfect bliss spent here in this cabin. I don't want those memories marred with a hurried sexual encounter tonight Fitz. You must go back. Do you understand?"

"Making love with you no matter what the pace is one of the reasons I choose to breathe Olivia. Being inside you not knowing where I end and where you begin, bringing you pleasure, watching you burst into a million pieces and the joy you bring to me when you love me back it is life for me Olivia. Yes those long magnificent nights and mornings were glorious; they were all I ever dreamed. But so is every minute I spend with you Olivia. You are my heart!"

She fell back into his arms, rose up on her tip toes and peppered his face with kisses. She was hugging him so tightly as if she would never let him go. "And you are my heart as well Fitz. Nothing would make be happier than to make love to you right now. The duration would not be important you are right. The quickies we have had are just as loving and sweet as our all nighters because we love each other. But my heart wouldn't be in it, I'm not in a good place right now. Please tell me you understand?"

"I do understand Sweet Baby. It is never mandatory that we have sex Olivia. Having sex with you is just an extension of the love I feel for you. It is mutual pleasure we give to each other. We are going to have a lifetime of loving each other I promise you. Just don't give up on us."

"I don't think I could give up on us Fitz even if I wanted to. Please go back now. I feel like Mellie is watching us or at the very least if you stay much longer she will just show up. And quite frankly I want to slap the taste out of your wife's mouth Mr. President, so believe me I don't need the temptation."

"That's my girl Livvie. We are in this together. All each of us has to remember is that our love is stronger than anything Mellie can throw at us. I don't want to leave you Livvie, I don't. But I'm going to go now."

He walked to the door. "Come and kiss me good night Livvie." She did. He opened the door and stepped outside and looked back at her. "One last question Olivia, what did you have on underneath that robe?"

She smiled her Olivia Pope smile that she reserved for only him and said, "Not a damn thing Mr. President."

He closed the door and pressed his back to it. He ran both hands through his hair and readjusted his jeans. He would need a cold shower tonight. "Goddammit!"

"Tom are you out there?"

"Yes Sir."

"Walk with me then."

He and Tom entered the cabin. "Work on that mole problem and get back to me. Good night." The President walked down the corridor to his room. There were two bedrooms in the cabin. Mellie had better have her ass in the second one. He was not in the mood for her shit tonight. If she knew the truth and was hoping to use it for an advantage she was so outta luck. He wanted an excuse any excuse to put an end to this mess. He was begging her to misstep.

As he passed the second bedroom door it opened. "You're back. Is Olivia okay? She seemed sort of down?" Every word was dripping with venom.

No need for the cold shower, Mellie could destroy a hard-on like no other. SO THE BITCH KNEW! Good! Let the games begin. He looked her in the eyes and he saw the evil there. What a price he was paying for marrying this woman. A better man would have refused his father's offer. He may not have been a better man, but he was a different man now and Big Jerry's graveyard ruse would fail. Mellie was to have been his albatross for life. Well there was some bad news for the old ball and chain and for his father who he was sure was burning in hell, he wasn't playing their game anymore.

"Olivia is fine Mellie. Any more questions? Ask away, just a little warning though; the answers may not be to your liking. I don't know what you hoped to prove by coming here Mellie. But you and I are done. We don't need to do photo ops and you don't need to try and insert your views into my Presidency. I don't want or need them. And a particular word to the wise, don't think to drag ANYONE ELSE into our "War of the Roses" this is between me and you. I will protect what is mine. I hope I am making myself clear. Again, any more questions?"

So the motherfucker knew she knew. And he had thrown down the gauntlet, daring her to do a damn thing about it. Shit! He would protect his precious Olivia. She could smell her scent all over him from where she stood. He was only gone for twenty minutes but she didn't doubt for a minute he fucked her or the whore probably sucked him off. They were both such base creatures, they were scum beneath her feet. But they were adversarial scum and she would best them. She would end this affair, she promised herself. "No; no more questions, good night." She slammed the door.