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As I mentioned before these one-shots are my take on different scenes are whatever idea pops in my head at the time. Also they won't always follow the storyline so please keep that in mind. Thanks!
How do you play off the fact that the man you've chosen to give your heart to hates you?
What words can begin to describe the hurt and loneliness you feel when all hope seems to be lost and you can't see the light at the end of the tunnel?
When your ex-lover screws you in an electrical closet without a second thought as if you were his personal stress reliever where do you from there?
These questions were running through Olivia's head while she stood off to the right mere feet away from the stage where the President was going to appear in minutes to endorse her client, Peter Caldwell, who was running for Governor.
As she watched Peter work the room Olivia watched like a hawk to make sure interactions were kept clean and clear of any threat to her client. So far so good nothing looked out of place or felt strange to her so she could take a breath even if for a few seconds.
If only life was that kind.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, the President of the United States," introduced the announced.
President Grant came strolling out on stage with a swag that was uniquely his own, raised a hand to the crowd and pointed at Caldwell as well of greeting before giving his female announcer a warm kiss on the cheek.
Stepping up to the podium he smiled out at the crowd before turning his gaze off to the right where he caught a glimpse of Olivia. Gone was the smile and somewhat happy mood he'd been in only to be replaced with a sense of longing, desire, and hurt.
She stopped mid clap when their eyes connected and taking in his perfectly coifed curls except that unruly one which refused to stay in place. The way his suit clung to his athletic frame which was made to be shared with the world in all its glory, clothed of course. If only for a moment they were able to share a brief moment, just the two of them without the hurt, pain, and bad floating between them.
That moment was shatter when she turned away from him but still felt him staring at her as if trying to see inside her soul. Shaking her head she closed her eyes for a second to clear her mind and get back into fixer mode because the time has passed for secret meetings, quick shared glances, and late night calls. They were back to being President Fitzgerald Grant and Olivia Pope, fixer extradornaire.
His few remarks were coming to a close and soon he'd be stepping down from the stage. Olivia had her mask back in place and continued to keep her focus on the task at hand. She stood with her phone in hand, waiting to hear from Harrison but cast a side eye at Fitz while he walked off the stage to mingle.
Olivia was still in the same spot he'd seen her when he first stepped on stage. She looked absolutely gorgeous in her black and white gown that hugged to her curves in all the right places. The last time they'd seen each other he'd been drunk off his ass, chased her down the hall and then preceded to pull her into an electrical closet and roughly fuck her from behind.
Fitz couldn't take his eyes off her even though he was supposed to be talking and paying attention to the gentleman surround him but it was useless he only had eyes for Liv. A small smile began to grace his face.
She could feel him watching her, she always could but she kept her mask up and remained aloof. Her phone chimed signaling she had a call.
"Harrison." She answered.
"Well now I know why you won't go out with it's because you're having a torrid affair with Henderson." Jake Ballard's voice came out over the line.
Olivia couldn't help but chuckle at his response and kept the conversation going for a bit until she got an incoming call from that really came from Harrison this time.
"I have to go Jake, I'm sorry can I call you back tomorrow?" Olivia got out before turning leaving the room.
"Say hi to Henderson for me," Jake replied.
Olivia couldn't help but smile at the playfulness of the Navy captain. Maybe she could give this whole moving on thing a shot and try to be happy and do something for herself for once. Not everything had to be about Fitzgerald Grant but she had a feeling that after tonight things wouldn't be the same again.
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