I'm so happy you all enjoyed the first chapter of this story. I have to admit, this was the first bit of motivation I've had for writing in a very long time. I'm hoping it will transfer over to my other stories now. I've already started updates for My Best Friend's Sister and This is Vermont. Please bear with me! I promise I will get to them soon. For now I hope you enjoy :)

"He hasn't called me." Liv began setting up the computers, prepping them for the day ahead. It was 6:30am and both her and Quinn were tired from the passing weekend. It had been a full week since suave Fitz had asked her out, and yet there had been no follow through of any kind.

"That's how guys are in this city. He'll make you wait it out. Trust me." Quinn assured her. "He'll call you by the end of the week."

Liv frowned. She didn't get it. If he was intrigued by her like he said he was, why hadn't he called? What had changed? Perhaps he was married. Perhaps he was married man checking to see if he still had it by trying to get whatever woman catches his eye. At this point, the whole situation made no sense.

"He's an idiot. He asked me out. Clearly that means you want to take me out. So why wouldn't you call? This is so stupid!" She huffed.

"Trust me, you'll hear from him by the end of the week. There's something about the water in D.C. it turns all men into small children with an even smaller brains." Quinn teased. "Trust me okay. He's politician. They're like this."

Liv hated to admit it, but she was disappointed. She was looking forward to going out for drinks with him. She and Quinn had spent the past week figuring out just who Fitz was so Olivia was well informed for her date. And yet, Fitz had still failed to call.

"Okay." Liv frowned

The two girls continued their set up of the lobby and prepped themselves for a busy day ahead. So far, Liv liked her new job. While working in a museum with so many staff members was definitely an adjustment to her prior employment at a local campus coffee shop, she was loving every second of it. Her and Quinn were growing closer and closer each and everyday they spent together. It was nice to have such a lovely friend to pass the time with at work. They also discovered the more they talked, the more they realized they had in common. They loved the same music, shows, movies and most importantly shared a love for Bradley Cooper.

Despite the lack Liv could admit she was disappointed she hadn't heard from handsome Fitz, who Quinn had renamed Mr. F, she had to remain optimistic. Perhaps he wasn't meant to be. Perhaps they were meant to see each other again. Perhaps his sole purpose was to kick start her interest into the world of dating again, and boy had it worked. Liv had never felt more ready to get out and start dating. In fact she and Quinn were going out for drinks on Saturday night, and she couldn't be more excited.

XXXXX

Fitz sat at his desk with his feet kicked up and a cup of coffee in hand. He was mentally preparing himself for the meeting about to take place. He wasn't sure what to expect, all he knew was that Eli and Cyrus were bound to walk through his office door at any given moment. Eli had emailed the both of them last night stating they had important business to attend to. He was both nervous and excited.

On one hand, he liked Eli. Eli was a strong powerful man, which Fitz greatly respected. On the other, Eli was the head of the most top-secret governmental organization known to man, with a team of highly trained assassins at his disposal. Either way, Fitz knew not to fuck around, not if he valued his life anyway. If Eli scheduled a meeting he would try his very best to listen. Plus Eli had reach and power in places Fitz couldn't even imagine, nor did he want to. He knew having this man on his side was far better than having him as an enemy.

A few moments later his assistant Tammy knocked on his door. Tammy was tall, skinny, and blonde with a lovely figure. "I have Cyrus and Eli Pope here to see you." She smiled at him.

"Great Tammy send them in. Would you also mind bringing them coffee? I'm sure they'd appreciate it."

"Of course." She smiled before escorting the two gentlemen into the office. Tammy closed the door and began to prepare the beverages.

"Morning." Eli said as he took off his coat before making himself comfortable on the couch. Cyrus did the same, sitting on the opposite side.

"Morning." Fitz grinned. "How are you Eli?"

"Great." Eli responded, pulling out a brown folder filled with documents. "Yourself?"

"Couldn't be better." Fitz grinned from his desk. A moment later Tammy returned with two coffees in hand. She placed them directly in front of both Eli and Cyrus with a smile. Eli watched as Fitz happily checked out his assistant from behind as she made her exit out of room. Once she had shut the door behind her, Eli spoke.

"Tell me Fitz, are you fucking her?" His voice was very calm and neutral as he took a sip of his coffee.

"What?!" Fitz chuckled, slightly uncomfortable. The last thing he wanted to discuss with this man was his sex life, again. "Why on earth would you ask that?"

"Firstly, I just watched you take great pleasure in checking out her backside. Secondly, when I asked you turned bright red before deflecting the question. So I'll ask you again, are you fucking her?"

Cyrus remained quiet. In all honesty, he was quite happy to have Eli on the team. Eli was quick as whip and had a magnificent skill for reading people. He could assess situations without even being present. He picked up on things that other people didn't even bat an eyelid at. He was sharp and took absolutely no shit. In fact, Eli was just what Fitz needed at this point in his life.

Fitz smiled stiffly, "I fail to see what this has to do with our meeting."

"This has everything to do with our goddamn meeting." Eli snapped. "Do you think I'm asking for my personal accord? Answer the fucking question."

Fitz frowned. He didn't care to be spoken to like that. However he had to remind himself that Eli was not to be fucked with. He needed him as an ally, not as an enemy. "On occasion." Fitz answered honestly. "Never more than twice a month otherwise it becomes too messy. Plus she has a boyfriend."

Eli smiled. "Great. So I'll add her to the list."

"The list?" Fitz frowned again. "What list?"

"The long and exhausting list of women you've stuck your dick in." Cyrus snarled at him. "That list."

Eli smirked before looking back at Fitz. "You have exactly one year and two weeks before the deadline to formally announce your candidacy for the presidency. 369 days. In that time we have to rebuild you from this strung out, sleazy and reckless congressman into someone that the American people actually want to elect as their next president."

Fitz gulped. "Okay."

"During that time we need to scrub your image completely clean. Your father kindly took the liberty of removing your criminal record off the face of the earth, however that won't cut it. D.C. as you know is a very small city, people talk. And if you've gone through at least half the women Cyrus and I think you have, we have a big problem."

"Problem?" Fitz scoffed. "I'm a 34 year old good looking single man. Am I supposed to be celibate?"

"Hm, I don't know." Eli answered sarcastically. "I mean if you're looking to get that evangelical vote which I'm going to add, you will need, I'm inclined to answer yes, you are."

"He's right. You can't just fuck everything with a pulse and expect to run a smooth and scandal free campaign. No one will elect a whore as a president. Especially a republican one." Cyrus added. He and Eli had discussed at great lengths just how they were going to prepare Fitz for his announcement, and there was a lot of work to be done.

"Well I can't unfuck anyone." Fitz replied defensively.

"We know." Eli opened up his folder and handed Fitz a blank piece of paper. "I need all the names and information of the women you've been sexually involved with in the past 3 years."

Fitz couldn't believe what he was wearing. "And if I can't—"

"Try and remember harder." Eli growled. "I need every name. The last thing we need is one of them popping up on the campaign trail."

"What are you going to do with them?" Fitz asked, slightly worried.

"That's non of your concern." Eli replied.

"Are you going to kill them?"

"Not if they cooperate. I have no intention of killing hundreds of women across the D.C. area. If all goes to plan these women will take the bribe and remain quiet. Some will have to move. However if they refuse to cooperate, my options are very limited." Eli said with a smile. "Now, that brings me to my main point. You're running as a member of the Republican Party. As a republican, what's the one thing you hold of value?"

"National security." Fitz stated.

"Wrong. Tradition. Republicans are for tradition. That's why your party is so scared of change and progression. They're up keepers of American tradition. However there isn't a damn thing that's traditional about you. You're a drunk. You're a cad. You don't go to church. In fact you would probably burst into flames if you did." Eli retorted. "The only thing that's traditional about you is your father. And he can't run for you."

"I'm not getting baptized so if that's where you're going with this you can forget it." Fitz said firmly.

"Please, there aren't enough hail Mary's in the world for you." Eli said simply. "You need a wife. You won't make it to the primaries without one. No one will get behind a bachelor republican candidate. No one will relate to you. It only takes one whisper of 'gay' to ruin your entire campaign, no offence Cyrus."

"None taken." Cyrus chuckled.

"A WIFE?!" Fitz boomed.

"Don't tell me you thought you could be an unmarried republican president?" Cyrus howled sarcastically. "You CANNOT be that stupid!"

"My marital status has no bearing on how effectively I can run a country." Fitz growled.

"That's where you're wrong. There is no point arguing about this. You need a wife. This is non negotiable. You need to embody the American dream or no one is going to believe or like you for that matter. Is that understood?"

As much as Fitz wanted to tell Eli to shut the hell up, he was right. So he nodded in response. "Yeah."

"Great." Eli smiled. "Well as I told Cyrus, I'm going to set up some interviews with suitable women within the next week. In the meantime I'm going to need that list by tomorrow at the latest." Eli rose from couch and gathered his belongings. "I'll be in touch." He said with a smile. "And Fitz, stay out of trouble. I mean it."

Fitz watched as Eli exited the room just as swiftly as he entered. "He's a dick." Fitz grumbled.

"He's just what you need." Cyrus smiled. He truly couldn't be happier with the way things were going. "He knows what he's talking about so you'd better listen. He's going to get you elected."

Fitz nodded. He wanted the presidency more than anything in the entire world. And if he had to get married in order to have it, he would have to make do. Nothing was going to get in the way of what he wanted. Nothing.

"Oh and by the way, get yourself tested." Cyrus noted before exiting Fitz's office.

XXXXX

Quinn was buzzing around her apartment to the beautiful sounds of Stevie Nicks. Her and Olivia had just finished getting ready and were now headed onto the most important part of the pre-game, the drinking. Quinn poured the both a handsome glass of Pinot Grigio and turned up the music. "LIV HURRY UP! I'VE OPENED THE WINE!" Liv immediately raced out the bathroom with a huge smile upon her face at the sound of wine.

"Wow." Quinn beamed at her friend. "Liv you look great."

Liv stood before looking nothing short of stunning. Her usual curly locks had been straightened silky hanging just below her shoulders and she wore a form fitting black bodysuit with a plunging neckline. Her makeup was soft and pretty with a bold red lip for excitement.

"Thanks. You look gorgeous Quinn." Liv smiled back. Quinn had curled her long brown hair before teasing and tousling it, giving it that sexy bedhead vibe. She wore a fitted black bodycon dress, which extenuated her curves.

Quinn happily handed Liv a very generous glass of wine with a smile on her face. "Cheers to a great night."

Liv beamed, clinking their glasses together. "Cheers."

The two women found themselves drinking and dancing around Quinn's apartment. They laughed and chatted and by either of them knew it they had finished their entire bottle.

"Damn it!" Liv frowned. She was finally starting to get a nice warm buzz on. "What do we do now?" At the very worst, she could run across the street to grab another bottle.

Quinn laughed. She walked back into her kitchen and opened up her freezer, revealing an array of frosty bottles of hard liquor. "What's your poison?"

Liv grinned from ear to ear. She hadn't had a night out like this since college. And even in college the most she ever had was a few tequila shots at the bar. She kept it tame when it came to her drinking, never more than a few beers or coolers before the bar. But tonight, she was going to go wild. She was young, hot and single, and with the help of Quinn Liv was more than ready to mingle. In all honestly, Olivia was so completely done with the situation regarding Fitz. She had summed him up to be a no good douchebag who had gotten her hopes up just do disappear off the face of the earth. She wished to never ever hear from him again. However he wasn't about to ruin her life. Liv had a decent buzz on and only had hopes of continuing her drinking streak.

"Tequila?" Liv bravely suggested.

Quinn grinned pulling out an icy bottle of patron. "I'll do you one better. Can you grab the shot glasses, they're in the top cabinet above the oven."

XXXXX

"I'm telling you man, Finch is an asshole. He's so unhappy in his marriage he has to make everyone else around him unhappy." Harrison grumbled. "Who told him to marry his bitch of a wife anyway? He's become such a dick ever since they got together."

Fitz laughed as he listened to his best friend complain about their mutual friend Stephen. He chuckled and took the final swing of his beer before signalling down the waitress. Fitz ordered himself another scotch on the rocks whilst listening to Harrison bitch about Stephen.

"I'm never getting married." Harrison groaned, picking up his beer that rested on the bar.

Fitz wanted more than anything to scream in agreement. There was nothing more nauseating to him than the thought of marriage. However he knew both Cyrus and Eli were gunning down all of D.C. at this very moment in search of his future first lady. So Fitz kept his mouth shut, chuckled and nodded. The thought of being married within a year scared him half to death. He wasn't ready to be married. Marriage meant commitment and babies; neither if which he was remotely close to being ready for. Hell he hadn't had a proper girlfriend in his entire life. How on earth was he supposed to have a wife?

"You're awfully quiet." Harrison noted. At that very moment Fitz's drink arrived much to his pleasure.

"Sorry." Fitz sighed. He couldn't get the thought of Eli and Cyrus hand picking his future wife out of his head. It had been driving him mad ever since their meeting at the start of the week. "Just work shit, that's all."

Harrison nodded. "I hear that." At that very moment he noticed two of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen walk into the bar. The first was slightly taller with pale skin, long brown hair and a striking pair of hips. The second was a shorter woman with caramel skin, chiselled cheekbones, full lips, sleek black hair and body that nearly knocked the wind out of him.

Fitz looked at his friend recognizing the determined look on his face. "See something you like?" He chuckled, "I know that face."

"6 o'clock there's two of them at the bar." Harrison replied.

Fitz turned his head casually, looking the bar. He nearly fell out if his seat when his eyes landed upon the two girls. It was Olivia. She was sitting at the bar with a friend laughing and smiling. She looked absolutely breathtaking. Suddenly his throat was dry and he couldn't pull his eyes from her.

"You take the brunette." Harrison downed the rest of his drink. "I'm going over there."

"I know her." Fitz growled. "The brunette is yours."

"Bullshit you know her." Harrison snarled. "You don't know shit."

"Fine. You go over there and introduce yourself, if her name is Olivia then you back the hell off. Understood?" Fitz challenged.

"Fine by me." Harrison smirked before hopping out of his seat. He fixed his jacket, smoothed out his tie and headed over there swiftly.

XXX

Olivia smiled as the bartender brought over their drinks, a vodka cranberry and gin and tonic. The two ladies picked up their drinks and clinked for cheers. "Cheers." Liv giggled. She took a sip of her gin and tonic and smiled. "I love it here. It's so nice."

Quinn smiled thoroughly happy with her decision to bring Liv to Apt 200. It was a great spot: lively music, great drinks and a good-looking crowd. "Glad you like it. How's your drink?"

Before Liv could respond there was a good looking, sharply dressed man standing between their two chairs. "Ladies." He smiled at them. "How are you doing tonight?"

Quinn blushed at the ridiculously handsome man. "Quite well. How are you?"

"I'm great." He smiled before turning to Olivia. "How about yourself?"

"I'm well thank you." She replied. Liv could tell by the look on Quinn's face that she liked what she saw.

"I have to say, you two look absolutely stunning tonight. My friend and I noticed you two from the moment you walked in the door." Harrison grinned at the sight of Fitz walking from their table, approaching the ladies from behind. With Fitz by his side Harrison was sure the two of them had this in the bag. There wasn't a group of ladies on the face of the earth that the two of them couldn't sweet talk.

Quinn's ears perked up immediately at the mention of a friend for Olivia. "Friend?" She smiled sweetly. "Where is he?"

"Hello Olivia."

Olivia's eyes immediately widened at the sound of his voice. She recognized that voice almost instantly. It was the same voice she'd been running throughout her mind for the past week, trying her very hardest to come up with a possible solution as to why he hadn't called her. And now that very man was standing right behind her and all she could do was freeze. She took a deep breath before turning her head around to see that stupid cheeky grin smiling at her.

Fitz had to admit to himself, she looked even better than he remembered. She smelled absolutely delightful and her jumpsuit was extremely low cut, much to his approval. "You look absolutely stunning tonight."

She wanted to throw her drink in his face. He was a complete and total asshole. Who in the hell did he think he was? He had promised to call and then completely vanished. Now he had just showed up behind her feeding her compliments thinking that all was well? Well it wasn't, not for her at least. But instead of throwing a tantrum and making a scene in a bar that she very much wanted to return to, Liv swallowed her pride and placed a curt smile upon her face. "Hi." She replied stiffly.

Fitz expected her to be slightly frosty, however he was more than willingly to put on the charm. The girl was absolutely stunning. In fact, he had certainly forgotten just how good-looking she truly was. He then smiled at her brunette friend and extended his hand to her, "I'm Fitz. Nice to meet you."

Quinn recognized him as well and politely smiled back at him, "Quinn." She replied. She looked to Olivia who looked less than impressed at his presence.

"Well can I buy you ladies a drink?" Fitz opted to take the seat next to Olivia while Harrison happily sat beside Quinn.

"I have a drink thank you." Liv replied, picking up her less than half full gin and tonic. She took a small sip and turned to Quinn.

Fitz ignored her comment and flagged down the bartender. He then proceeded to order 4 shots of the bar's best vodka. The arrived quickly and were placed in front of each of them. Quinn smiled and turned to Fitz. "Thanks."

"Don't mention it." He grinned, raising his shot glass up before Harrison and Quinn proceeded to do the same. Liv was reluctant, only acknowledging the shot after Quinn gave her a slight nudge to the shoulder. "Cheers." He smiled, particularly looking at Olivia. All 4 of them took the shot and groaned as the hard liquor burned their throats. "So Olivia, how have you been?" He smiled at her, watching as Harrison took the hint to turn his attention to Quinn.

"Fine." She replied, pulling out her iPhone. She truly didn't care if she was coming off as rude. He had hurt her feelings and she planned to do exactly the same to him.

"You know that's very rude, I'm trying to have a conversation with you." He teased.

"Why?"

"Why?" He chuckled. "Because I want to get to know you better, that's why."

"Oh really? Then why didn't you call me?" She snarled at him. Liv didn't care to hide her feelings. She was drunk and extremely annoyed with full intent to let him know.

"You're upset that I didn't call, and I get it. If it's any consolation, I did have plans of calling you. I really did. I've just had a ridiculously busy week with work. But I can promise you, I have every intention of taking you on that dinner date."

"Well it's too late because you've fucked it. I don't want to go on a date with you anymore." Liv retorted, downing the rest of her drink. Fitz quickly beckoned to the bartender to bring two more drinks over.

"Really?" He frowned. "That's unfortunate. I have the perfect place in mind as well. It's this new Thai-Indian fusion restaurant called Spin. It's gotten rave reviews and has a waitlist of over 2 months."

"And you expect me to wait 2 months to go to dinner with you?!" She laughed falsely, rolling her eyes.

"No. My buddy owns the place, I was hoping to take you there next Friday." Fitz grinned as their drinks arrived. He happily placed Liv's in front of her, "cheers beautiful." Olivia reluctantly took her drink once more, bringing the straw to her lips. She took a healthy sip before placing her drink down on the bar.

"I don't like you." She said without thinking. Liv realized then and there that she was truly drunk.

"Really?" He challenged. "Your body language says differently."

"Excuse me? Are you calling me a liar?!" She growled at him.

"You shifted your entire body that was positioned toward the bar, towards me. Your knee is touching mine and your eyes haven't left me. I keep noticing you staring at my chest." He grinned, placing his arm around the back of her chair. "Which is totally fine because I've staring at yours since you walked in. You have an incredible figure might I add."

She couldn't believe this cad. "You have no interest in dating me. I'm not stupid. You just want to drag me back to whatever sex dungeon you call your home and fuck me. Well I'm not interested."

Fitz had to admit, her feistiness was slightly turning him on. "Listen babe-"

"Do not call me babe. I am NOT your babe. My name is Olivia." She hissed.

"Okay." He rolled his eyes. "Olivia, look. I like you. You're a good looking and I'm good looking. There's no reason for us not to enjoy each other's company."

"Like I've stated twice in the past 5 minutes. I am not interested in you Fitz. I'm a catch, do you hear me? A fucking catch. You were LUCKY to get my number and you fucked up by not following through with it. You see how good I look and you're shitting yourself. Well go enjoy someone else's company."

"I know you're a catch, that's why I am sat here with you." He replied genuinely. "You're a smart, beautiful girl and if I'm honest, I don't have a real reason as to why I didn't call. I was busy with work and that's all I can say. But I am trying to make it up to you now. I want to take you for dinner on Friday. And I do truly mean that Olivia."

She cracked a slight smile on her face. Liv could see through all the BS he spewing earlier, but what he had just said was real. She could hear it in his voice and see it in his eyes.

"Let me take you to dinner. Give me the chance to prove to you that I'm not that sleazebag you think I am."

"No."

"No?"

"I want someone who wants me unconditionally. Not just when it's convenient." Olivia downed the rest of her drink and turned her attention back to Quinn who was happily making out with Harrison. Liv rolled her eyes and turned back to Fitz. She hopped off her chair and put on her chic black coat. "Thanks for drink Fitz."

"Wait!" He frowned. "At least let me walk you out." He followed her out the door and stepped outside into the frosty night air. "You look really nice tonight Liv."

"Olivia." she frowned.

"I like Liv." He chuckled. "Olivia sounds so serious."

She rolled her eyes and at that very moment a yellow cab pulled up to the curbside. "Well, I'm going home." She turned to him with a smile. "Have a good night, I hope you get laid."

He ignored her comment with a smirk. "Are you sure you're ready to go home?" He opened up her cab door for her, making sure she got in all right. "I've got an amazing bottle of 2008 Chianti at mine."

Liv nearly bit her lip. Chianti was one of her favourite wines. It was one of the first wine's her father had introduced her to. "I love Chianti." She admitted softly.

He grinned at her, leaning down so he could place his lips to her ear. "Then lets go back to mine."

Liv felt goosebumps breakout all over her body at the sheer sound of his voice. He was in such close proximity to her it was intoxicating. His smell, his voice; him. His rich, raspy and deep voice had dazed her to the point of almost agreeing. However after she gathered herself a moment later, she snapped back to her senses. She shook her head no and pulled away from him. "No. I'm going home! Goodnight!" And with that she practically slammed the cab door shut and drove off into the night.

Fitz laughed to himself as he watched her cab speed down the road. She was gorgeous, he would give her that. She had this model like cheekbones that were truly stunning, not to mention her full plump lips. Between her lips, her chest and her ass, he didn't know where to look. He could tell he had started to wear her down. She had hesitated at the offer of going back to his. Which put a giant grin on his face.

Sure, he had struck out tonight. But he was sure she would be attending their dinner on Friday night. He planned to pull out his best moves and get lucky. He would bag her by the end of the week, Fitz was sure of it.

However he was now he was horny. He'd been staring at Olivia all night, which had driven his libido absolutely mad. The woman was sexy and had caused a strain in his pants upon her entrance. There was absolutely no way he was going home tonight empty handed. Not a chance. He looked at his watch and frowned; last call was in 20 minutes. There was no way he'd find a girl in that amount of time. He would come off as that desperate loser which would do nothing but turn off every woman in the bar.

After last week Cyrus had made him swear off hookers, which in all honest was probably for the best. Fitz groaned, knowing what was about to happen, more so who. He reached into his pocket, pulled out his iPhone and dialled a number he knew quite well.

"Hey Mel." He smiled. "How are you?" "I'm good. I was actually just thinking about you and decided to give you a call." He grinned at the eagerness in her voice. "Yeah I miss you too. Tell you what, you save me some of that wine you're drinking, get naked, and I'll be over in 15. How does that sound?" He smirked. "Alright, see you soon."

Fitz stepped out into the road and flagged down a taxi. He hopped inside with an eager pep in his step, tonight wasn't ending with exactly who he wanted, but was ending with a bang, and that was all that mattered.

XXXXX

Liv awoke with a banging hangover. She dragged her way downstairs and into the kitchen where she found her father reading the morning paper. "Morning." Her voice was as groggy as she looked.

Eli chuckled. "Sounds like someone had a little bit too much fun last night."

"I haven't been hungover in years." Olivia groaned, pouring herself a large cup of coffee.

"Did you have fun?" Eli asked, taking a bite of his toast.

"Yeah it was okay."

"Meet any cute guys?" Eli teased.

"EW! DAD!" Liv chuckled, rolling her eyes. "I'm going to shower." She shook her head and headed back upstairs towards the bathroom.

Eli smiled to himself. He was fully aware of just who Olivia had spent her night with. It was his job to know. Especially as his personal and business life were soon to merge. He had hacked footage from the bar's security camera's late last night without breaking a sweat. He saw just how Fitz and Liv interacted with each other, flirting heavily at the bar. The pair had visible chemistry. Not only that, they looked great together. Getting these two together was going to be much easier than he thought.

The plan was quite simple, once he proposed the idea to both of them, which neither were in a position to refuse, they would need to get married within two months. Within that time the pair would need to attend events together, as well as maintain the image of their relationship. The ceremony would be intimate for obvious reasons and after that, Fitz would go from a sleazy bachelor to a happily married man. He would go from douche bag to trustworthy in a matter of minutes. He would be on his way to being a proper presidential candidate.

After the wedding the real work would begin. They would have to plan out his entire campaign. There would be so much work to do in so little time.

His iPhone rang taking Eli out of his thoughts. He answered on the 3rd ring, "Cyrus."

"We have a problem."

Eli grimaced. He couldn't even get through his Sunday paper without being interrupted. He was starting to realize why Cyrus was going bald. "What?"

"He's sleeping with his ex." Cyrus retorted.

Eli rolled his eyes. "We'll have to bump up the interviews for his wife to this week."

"He's not going to like this one bit." Cyrus warned. He knew Fitz extremely well. Fitz had the ability to be the world's most stubborn asshole when he choice to. Fitz had already explicitly expressed his distress and concern towards the idea of marriage. Cyrus was sure at the news of interviews being pushed forward that Fitz would have a full-blown temper tantrum.

"I don't give a fuck what that boy wants. You need to stop letting him dick you around. He's a BOY Cyrus. He needs to be told what to do. You do not ask for his opinion or his feelings on the matter, you TELL him that interviews will be scheduled for this week. That's all."

"You're right." Cyrus sighed. "I'll relay the message onto him."

"You send me your picks. No one gets through to the interviews without my approval? Understood?" Eli questioned. "And I need that god damn list."

"Fine." Cyrus sighed. "Look I've got to go, I'll catch up with you later on."

Eli hung up the phone and exhaled. He was already fed up with Fitz. It was as if what he was told went in one ear and out the other. In some ways he felt bad for his daughter if this was who she going to be married to for the next however long, however she would become the first lady. His own daughter would be the First Lady of the United States of America, his baby girl. So that respect, it would all be worth it. She would go down in textbooks, she would be written about for years and years to come.

Eli's only current issue was coming up with a way to work Olivia into the mix without tipping off either party. Of course, they would eventually find out his plan, but it needed to be implemented in the right fashion. If Eli knew Fitz like he could only guess he did, Fitz was one to do the exact opposite of what he was told. He defied Cyrus constantly, wishing to move to beat of his own drum, despite what was best for him. So the entire thing would have to be positioned so both Fitz and Olivia were under the impression this entire thing was of their choosing.

But then Eli remembered one very very important fact. Olivia and Fitz had a date this week. He smiled to himself happily, this entire arrangement might be a lot simpler than he ever imagined.

Hope you liked this chapter! As always leave your honest opinions and predictions!

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