The Things People Will Do For An Oval Office
Chapter 4 The Master's Plan
"How the hell did some third rate snot-nose blogger gain access to confidential company files?" Gerry yelled, clearly incensed.
"We're looking into it. No intrusion into the network has been detected and there's no evidence that the firewall has ever been breached. It appears to be an inside job. IT is checking into whom within the last year has accessed the files mentioned in the indictments. We also have people shredding documents at headquarters so the investigation trail will end at Grant Biotech, Phelps recapped."
"Who's set to take the fall for this?"
"Edison Davis, the head of research. He's never been a team player and he's single with no kids. Plus we have the added bonus that he dated Ms. Pope before she took up with your son. He'll look like a jilted lover who sought revenge." Phelps replied dispassionately.
"The perfect patsy," Gerry grinned smugly.
"Have you found Fitz yet?"
"No, he left all the tracking devices in the diner. He either knew we were tracking him or somebody told him he was under surveillance."
"Am I the only one with a brain around here? You know damn well where he is! He's between Olivia Pope's legs making up for ten years of sexual frustration! Now that he knows everything that happened was a lie I have to figure out how to rein him back in. Looks like we're going to have to threaten or hold Ms. Pope indefinitely in order to keep my boy Fitz in line.
If we hold her do you want her held nearby or out of the country?
Let's keep her local. He'll demand to see her or spend time her with periodically.
I'll get right on it. Will there be anything else sir? Phelps inquired.
"Yes there is. Eliminate the Gideon Wallace problem. Make sure it looks like an accident." Gerry said dismissively.
Phelps nodded and exited. He briskly walks down the hall and before reaching the elevator he reaches into his jacket pocket and turns off a mini recorder.
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Flashback 11 Years Ago
"Good morning Mellie my dear, where are they? Is Fitz on his knees trying to explain how he ended up naked in your bed this morning?"
"No, they're in the sunroom doing their morning yoga."
Big Gerry looked at Mellie with a puzzled expression. "Say again."
"They are in the sunroom doing yoga", Mellie responded slowly punctuating each word as she nonchalantly poured herself a cup of coffee.
"Does she know he slept with you last night? She had nothing to say about Fitz being in your room this morning?" Gerry's spewed, his tone a mixture of confusion and impatience.
"Olivia had nothing to say because Fitz never made it to my bed last night."
'Stupid girl, what happened? I put the tranquilizers in Olivia's wine. She should have been practically comatose last night. Did you put the drug in Fitz's drink or not?"
'Watch how you speak to me Gerry! I am not one your bimbo harlots. And yes, I put the drug in his drink."
"So what happened? Were the doses too low? Did the drugs make them sick?"
"They did not drink the wine", Mellie replied rather matter-of-factly.
"What, why not? I understood that wine to be Olivia's favorite red."
"Olivia is pregnant, so neither of them will be partaking of the vine or spirits for the next six-months or so."
"She's what!" Gerry's temper hit the roof.
"Pregnant. Knocked-up. With child. In the family way. Expecting. On stork watch. I heard them whispering about the pregnancy before dinner. Apparently, only their close friends know about Olivia's condition. And since we are considered neither close to or friends of the happy couple were not entitled to baby disclosures." Mellie replied sighing and rolling her eyes.
"Alright, knock it off Mellie." Big Gerry roared almost foaming at the mouth as he mentally began formulating ways to salvage his plan.
"Look, she's beat us to the punch. Your little plan is kaput. Fitz is not leaving that woman for anything now. I have told you time and time again Fitz sees me more as sibling, a distant one at that, not a possible love interest. He is completely enamored with Olivia Pope. As hard as it is to believe or accept, their relationship is a true love story. I mean have your really ever watched them interact? I mean really watched them, Mellie stressing the word really. I'm not a romantic so their constant PDAs, innuendo-laced conversations and passion filled glances turn my stomach, but the depth of their bond is unmistakable. Don't believe me. Go check out their morning workout. I had the misfortune of witnessing their daily routine yesterday. They're into that sensual form of yoga. Geez, I had to go smoke a cigarette and take a cold shower afterwards."
Gerry got up from the breakfast table and made his way over to the sunroom. The front of the sunroom faced the ocean. He stood off to the left of the back entrance so he would have an unobstructed view of the couple and avoid alerting them to his presence.
The sound of the crashing waves against the rocks and the sight of the white ocean foam clinging to the sand with every ebb and flow soothed both mind and soul. It was Fitz's favorite room at the estate. Gerry watched as Fitz knelt down in front of Olivia. He gently placed his hand on her barely noticeable bump as he kissed her belly and spoke to his unborn offspring. Olivia beamed as she watched Fitz speak to the evidence of their love. Fitz stood up to give Olivia a quick peck before he guided her over to the large exercise mat in the middle of the room. They loved Tantric yoga because it focused on expanding one's consciousness, levels of awareness and understanding of how experiences and relationships are interwoven into the scheme of the universe. It deepened the spiritual bond between couples. It increased the pleasure of being together at any time, not just during sex. The exercise required practioners to engage in moments of prolonged eye contact and sensual touching.
The couple started with a Warrior Pose. They stood with the toes of their right feet touching, then set their left feet back about three feet, turning their toes out at a 45 degree angle, bending their front knees and straightening their spines. Dropping their shoulders back, squaring their hips toward one another and finally raisings their arms above their heads, eyes gazing.
Next Fitz got into the Downward Facing Dog position. Olivia did the same about a foot in front of him. She lifted her leg and placed her foot on Fitz's shoulder. She repeated the move and began to walk her feet back to Fitz's hips while pushing her heels back and rotating her shoulders. Fitz stayed in position as Olivia moved to lie on top of him with her back arched against his butt, her legs gripping the side of his stomach and her hands gripping his legs. She loved the position because it gave her the sense of weightlessness.
Gerry watched the couple with voyeuristic pleasure. He actually found himself getting aroused. He thought to himself, "I have crossed the threshold into pervert territory." Try as he might he could not pull himself away from the action taking place in the sunroom.
Olivia and Fitz closed out their session with the Dog Hero stretch. Olivia sat on her heels, laid backwards and grasped Fitz's ankles as he performed a downward dog with his hands resting on her thighs.
They reversed positions and performed the same series of stretches with Fitz on top of Olivia. Their eyes locked on one another the entire time. It amazed Gerry how Olivia's petit body was able to support the weight of Fitz's larger frame. Assuming the day's session of erotic calisthenics complete, Gerry headed back to the main part of the house.
But Fitz had other ideas as he helped Olivia up from the mat. He lovingly took Olivia's hand, spun her around and maneuvered her backwards until her back met the wall. He leaned in pressing his freshly licked lips against the base of Olivia's neck, slowly beginning his assent towards her waiting luscious lips. He paused to take off his t-shirt and lifted off her bright pink sports bra. He then grabbed her breasts as he plunged his tongue deep into her warm mouth. The melodic sounds of enraptured moans filled the room signaling the symphony of pleasure that lay ahead. Their tongues explored each other's mouth, savoring the taste of the morning's cornucopia of breakfast fruit remnants. Olivia ran her fingers through Fitz's hair as Fitz's hand slipped down into her black yoga pants to massage her clit and finger fuck her heated wet core. Her body quivered as Fitz's three fingers moved in and out of her love canal. Her hands rubbed his chiseled chest as they traveled downward toward the tent rising in his sweatpants. Keeping one hand just below his belly button, she used the other to grab hold of his stiff member. Fitz banged his free hand against the wall and bit Olivia's lower lip as she stroked his engorged cock. Her hands were like jumper cables sending jolts through his body. Sticky precum oozed from his dick and unto her hand. It was time. Olivia pushed down his sweatpants and pulled his throbbing member out as she braced herself against the wall and wrapped her legs around his waist. Fitz pushed her yoga pants down to her knees and immediately plunged into Olivia causing her to wince slightly as she adjusted to accommodate his sizeable instrument. Every thrust brought deep penetration and choruses of loud moans, "oh gods", "harder babies" and "don't stops". An onslaught of fevered kisses, roaming hands and forceful thrusts converged to send both Olivia and Fitz over the edge together. Screams of mutual satisfaction reverberated against the glass structure. Sweaty and spent they collapsed into each other's arms.
"I really enjoy working out together; don't you", Fitz said as he kissed his Livvie.
"Yes, I do, this is the perfect exercise routine for staying fit and toned", she giggled as she lower her legs from his waist.
They each pulled up their pants. Fitz helped Olivia put on her sports bra and tossed his t-shirt over his shoulder.
"Babe can I tell you something? You promise not to get mad", Olivia asked cautiously.
"You can tell me anything my basherte", he said as he rubbed the back of his left hand along her left cheek.
'I want to go home. I'm not comfortable here with your father and Mellie. I don't know why, but it's unsettling to me to be around them. I feel like they are tolerating me."
"Have they said or done something to you?"
"No, nothing overt. It's just a feeling I have."
"Okay my love, we'll leave first thing in the morning. I'll change our flight. I think two days is more than enough family time with Big Gerry". Fitz embraced Olivia and kissed the top of her head.
Fitz didn't want to add to her discomfort but he felt the tension too. He had managed to stay away from home for four years and knew it was a bad idea to come home. Unfortunately, he had run out of excuses for avoiding Big Gerry. Gerry was up to something and Fitz knew it. Why was Mellie there? Why was she so insistent that they drink the wine last night? Why was Gerry so interested in Olivia's family? Yes, they needed to leave. His subconscious was sending warning signals; protect your family. No one knew Olivia and Fitz had married six-months into their relationship. Fitz was worried Gerry had found out. If Gerry had, it was imperative he get Olivia back home as soon as possible. Fitz knew all too well Gerry's obsession with blue bloodlines. Fitz had endured countless rants on racial purity and appropriate breeding.
"Fitz I don't care who you shag, but you will only marry a card carrying member of the DAR. Have you fun with whatever hue you desire; use um, abuse um, fuck their brains out but don't marry them. Am I understood? I said am I understood Fitzgerald", Gerry would bellow.
"Yes sir", Fitz would respond softly.
When Gerry got back to his office within the estate, he turned on the video feed to the sunroom. As the room came up on the monitor, he slumped back in his chair, his mouth agape. He quickly realized he had left the yoga session before the main event. He turned up the volume. The heavy breathing, the moaning, measured screams aroused more than his curiosity. He fumbled with his zipper, pulled out his flaccid penis and stroked himself as he watched with depraved pleasure his son make love to Olivia. He was so preoccupied with what he was witnessing and satisfying his perverted carnal lust he failed hear Mellie enter his office. Curious as to what had so captured Gerry's undivided attention, Mellie carefully approached the desk. She covered her mouth with her hand in astonishment as she witnessed what Gerry was doing as he viewed the monitor.
"Fitzgerald, what the hell are you doing? That is your son!" Mellie shrieked. Gerry shaken from his wanton haze attempted to put his semi-hard muscle back in his pants. Unfortunately, in his rush to zip his pants he clipped the head of his dick. He winced in pain as he released the zipper and freed his stinging member.
"Mellie don't ever enter my office without knocking!" Gerry shouted.
"I did knock. In fact, I knocked several times. You never answered; I thought something was wrong." Mellie shouted back with a feigned hint of concern.
"Silence does not mean something is wrong. Silence also means do not disturb. In this case it's the later. What do you want anyway?"
"I want to know what our next move is going to be. As long as Fitz is with Olivia, there's no controlling him."
"Darling in a couple of months this love affair of theirs will be over."
"How so, Mellie asked tilting her head to the side in disbelief? Did you forget about the baby?"
"How many times do I have to tell you I can make the most unbelievable story into a reality? You gave me an idea awhile back."
"I did. What are you talking about?"
"You said he only sees you as a sister. Well, I'm about to make Olivia Pope his "real" sister." Gerry
"Gerry, are you insane there is no way on earth you can make those two think they are related." Mellie barked incredulously.
"Care to place a wager?"
"What? Are you serious? What's the buy in?"
'One dollar."
"Okay I'll take that bet."
"Sucker!" Gerry mumbles. Trust me in a few months there will be no baby and no relationship."
End flashback.
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A/N I just wanted to give some insight into my version of Gerry. Based on what I've seen from the show he seems like a real piece of work; a total reprobate. From the way he treated Fitz to what he did to Mellie. He's a self-serving, egotistical pig. Feel free to shout ideas or PM me on how you think Mellie and Gerry should suffer.
As always thank you for taking the time to read and share your comments. Take care.