Chapter 18
It had been six months since she had walked out on him. They had started their affair on the campaign trail in Atlanta, Georgia. It was a night he would never ever forget. He had fallen head over hills in love with her the first day he met her and his life had never been the same since. They were on the trail for over a year having stolen moments, sometimes even longer glorious nights together.
"He had won the Presidency and had come to the White House triumphant and proud. He had also found love. He had found out where the cameras were located in the White House and he and Olivia were meeting where they were not. She was so uninhibited. When Mellie had spent that week in North Carolina with her sister they had taken up residence in the Lincoln Bedroom. Every night she had come to him and shared her body with him. She was everything he had ever dreamed for in a lover. She loved having sex with him. She would look him right in the eye and tell him what she wanted. And he would give it to her.
And now she was gone. She resigned as his Communications Director and was moving on with her life. Whereas he the President of the United States of America had been drinking himself into oblivion every day. Mellie had called him a drunken bastard and a disgrace to the Presidency and he was.
But no matter how drunk he got, he had sense enough to fight off the sexual advances Mellie had started to make. She was trying to get him to fuck her again. He would never be that desperate. He had awakened one morning with her actually making an awkward attempt to suck on his morning erection. He had opened his eyes knowing it wasn't Olivia down there, the technique was all wrong. When he saw it was his wife his erection withered in her mouth. She became livid. A "mouth and an ass" she had said, they are all the same. He had told her no they were not. He asked her to please stay on her side of the bed and to stay away from him. He didn't want her! They had one of their monster fights about it that morning. She had lit into him with a vicious diatribe.
"No, you don't want me, you want that bitch that no longer wants you. You and your fucking midlife crisis, oh you look good, no one would believe you are approaching fifty. But believe me Fitzgerald, you are just an older rich White guy with a lot of money and power. It is seductive, especially to a young impressive Black woman with stars in her eyes. She has her eyes on the prize. She has probably researched you backwards and forward at that slimy company of hers. You are lucky you didn't impregnate the bitch and she didn't come after you for blackmail."
"One day you are going to learn to play by the rules. You are rich, you are at the top of the food chain, you get to do things other men can't do. If your wife is gracious enough to allow you to have someone else to satisfy your base sexual needs, you satisfy them, and then you come home to her and your children. It is as simple as that. Every other man in this town does that, but you have to be DIFFERENT. You are in LOVE. You can't eat, you can't sleep because a two-cent whore closed her legs to you. You are pathetic."
"You are President of the United States for Christ sake. Supposed someone has tape of you fucking Olivia Pope all over this White House? You will be ruined. People will wonder what is wrong with me. They will all want to know why I couldn't satisfy you. You have a beautiful loving wife at home and you take up with career-seeking, money-grabbing whore that wants to use you to further her business clientele?
And when you can do it, you are now waltzing over to her apartment to fuck her there. You have no sense of decorum. You are worst than your father ever was. He was an adulterous scoundrel but at least he respected your mother. He didn't bring his shit into his home. I know all men want a dainty beautiful wife projected to the public and a whore in the bedroom, well that ain't me. I allowed you your side-piece and you fucked that up. Your don't want what I have to offer, good. Go back to being a monk or playing with yourself, it is what you deserve." With that salvo she jumped up from the bed and left the room.
He closed his eyes in despair. How he despised this person, this vile selfish creature that he was foolish enough to marry and then lie down and create children with. She didn't know anything about what was between him and Olivia. She assumed every woman was as callous and uncaring as she was. Olivia Pope loved him, he would bet his millions on it. Mellie had grabbed her robe and gone into her bathroom, he had followed her. She needed to know a few things. Apparently she didn't know how to play by the rules.
He entered her bathroom without knocking. "Mellie?"
"What do you want? You want me to stay on my side of this massive bedroom and our bed, it is done. You do the same, stay off of my fucking side of the room."
"Oh so this is "you get to throw your bile today" and I don't get to respond?"
"Say whatever it is you have to say Fitzgerald I have things to do this morning."
"Whatever possessed me to go along with my father's wretched plans I will never ever understand why I chose to go through with it. My father came to me and said something to this effect about you, "She is beautiful, sexy, with legs for miles son, imagine those legs wrapped around you every night. You want to be great in this country you have to have a stunning woman standing beside you. I handpicked her for you son. Her pedigree isn't from the Mayflower like ours but she picked herself up, got into Harvard Law and was at the top her class. She is not only bright but she is articulate." So there you go, I can't stand the sight of you. I can't bear to touch you but you have legs for miles and you are articulate."
"You disgust me Mellie with your vile loathsome ways. You think you have me and Olivia pegged? You don't. I love her and she loves me. She will come back to me; I know this because a man knows when his woman loves him. You can call her names all you want but I know what she is and isn't. The main thing of course is that she isn't you. You and that beautiful shell my father talked about are nothing in the world but a cheap veneer, covering the most base and ugly creature I have ever known. You sold your soul to be here in this house and so did I. But I would give it all up to have just one more night with Olivia compared to spending a lifetime with you."
"I gave you a chance to be a wife. You never had any intention of being one to me. I was just a pawn in your dainty little skip to attaining your goals. I thought being a mother would change you, it didn't. Again you are exposed for the user you are. Your own children are nothing more than photo opportunities for you to flaunt to the public."
"You honestly believe you can wake me up in the morning with your mouth on my dick and I am supposed to consider myself lucky? I am supposed to creep across that massive bed and put myself inside you, hump until I ejaculate, wash up, walk to the Oval Office, and be President because that is your sick twisted version of my life? You may be living in a pretend world but I am not. You don't know me or my goals in life. And the sad thing is you never wanted to know. You just wanted to embed yourself onto my back like the parasite you are and ride on to glory or your version of glory. You are one that is pathetic. You have no life, you have an existence."
"And another thing, keep Olivia out of our war Mellie. Inserting her into it is a lose, lose situation for you. Olivia is no whore, no way, but we know who is. Olivia didn't conspire with a man to marry his son for a price. I don't know what the deal was between you and Big Jerry and I don't fucking care. If I had I would have hired detectives long ago and found out the real story. But you see you are just not worth the effort, I don't give a shit. I told you years ago what I wanted from you, even before Olivia Pope walked through the door, a DIVORCE. Nothing has changed. I still loathe you; I still want nothing to do with you. And trust me I will become a monk or use my own hand before I bed you again. Leave me the fuck alone!"
She picked the closest thing to her and threw it at him. It was a jar of face cream. He ducked, she missed him and the jar crashed into the wall. He closed the door and walked out. Item after item was hitting the bathroom door. She was throwing everything she could find. She was screaming his name and cursing him out. She was calling him every name in her extensive repertoire of foul names for men. She hated his fucking guts and someday he would pay for his treatment of her.
He put on a robe and left the room and the wing. It was six-thirty in the morning and Mellie was pulling this shit. No one was about but his detail and the military men on duty. He walked over to the Oval. He opened the door to the secret room and walked in. It was in effect a small apartment for the President in case something came up and he couldn't get back to the residence for a change. He and Olivia had spent some wonderful nights in here. Some of her clothing was even in there. It was secret, for his eyes only. But he had shared it with Olivia it was another one of their special places. With Tom standing guard he could take his time. That little fiasco with Mellie had drained him.
They were toxic for each other why couldn't she see that and let him go. He stood under the shower and he wanted to weep. He was just so fucking tired of it all. Mellie's little stunt this morning had gotten him to see he had to come out of his drunken stupor. It was serving no purpose this pity party he was on. He had a country to run and a woman to get back!
Mellie was still venting her rage. She had literally destroyed her bathroom and when she came out of there she pulled the mattress from the bed all by herself. She was seeing red. She went into his bathroom and knocked all of his things that were on the vanity to the floor. She pulled an entire rack of his clothes onto the floor in his closet. How dare that son of a bitch talk to her like that?
She wished he was dead. He hated him so much. She knew he didn't love her going into the marriage. She didn't love him either. He had been indifferent to her right from the beginning. He didn't care about her beauty, her intelligence, nothing. Big Jerry had ensured her she could run him if she used her body right. She had been led to believe Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III could be led around by his dick, and he could be, by that bitch Olivia Pope.
She finally calmed down and faced herself in the mirror; she looked like a wild woman, a caged animal. Fitzgerald Grant had reduced her to this with his hateful talk. She would never give him a DIVORCE so he could rut with Olivia Pope whenever he felt like it. She was still the smartest person in the room, in this house. She needed to pull herself together and decide how she could truly punish Fitzgerald Grant for what he had said to her today!