The Presidents Daughter || NATASHA X FEM READER

New beginnings

TW: Gun, angst?

Y/N PHOENIX FINALLY REVEALED TO THE PUBLIC

As news of Sydney Harris' secret pregnancy breaks, so does the secret identity of the mysterious daughter of the president. Y/N Phoenix is studying at Georgetown and works with Senator Romanoff (D) of New York. A viral video of her look at the inauguration peaked the attention of many towards her, but nobody knew her relationship with President Pheonix until now.

"I went viral?" I question.

"Says here it got almost half a million views," Sydney says after sipping her coffee.

" I guess that explains a couple of things" I flip past the article.

"Well I have to go, I have to have this talk with Theo," She gets up to put on her coat.

I look out the window to the dozens of reporters outside the gates, they were being held back like cattle by the secret service. 

"Good Luck Syd, I know this is hard for you" I turn to face her, she pauses.

"I feel almost a sense of relief, I've held this lie in for so long. I don't have this weight on me anymore. I had forgotten what it felt like to be free," She explains, I had seen a drastic change in her in a matter of hours. Sydney was more grounded and accepted anything that came because to her, now her only priority was being a mother to her son. 

We say our goodbyes and I spend most of the day looking out to the dwindling reporters, pondering Sydney's words. Thoughts of Natasha and Eden occasionally pop up but I ignored them and this new life that I so desperately wanted to avoid.

I finally give in to the temptation of my phone, hoping Natasha had reached out. She hadn't. I wanted to see her, needed to see her and explain myself. I hoped that after I would feel the way Sydney had like I was free again.

I run to the garage and start up the black BMW I hadn't driven for months. The men in black suits scramble out of the cars to block me. 

"Ma'am I can't allow you to do that, please get out of the car," The blonde screams, at that point I didn't care whether I hit them or not. Either way, I had enough money to make that problem go away. A black Escalade follows with blaring police alarms and lights. They pull in front of me and as if they knew what I had planned, lead me to the capital.

"Ma'am please we have to clear the building before you go in" the same blonde man pulls my arm back.

"Don't fucking touch me and get out of my way or I promise to make your life a living hell," I look him straight in the eye to say, letting him know that I was serious. He visibly gulps and follows behind me without another word.

I didn't even get a chance to reach for the doorknob before it swung open. 

"Y/N Phoenix? oh my god, I can't believe it's you. I'm a such big fan of your early writing, " a woman with green eyes and perfectly shaped eyebrows says to me. Her hair was messy, her shirt buttons are lopsided from being buttoned incorrectly and her lipstick is smeared.

My heart drops and the confidence and strength I felt go with it.

"Please ma'am right this way," the secret service led her away.

I spot Natasha in the corner of the office buttoning her blouse before the door closed. I take a breath in, gathering the courage to go inside. 

I stand there staring at her for a while in disbelief.

"Miss Phoenix, I was just heading out, is there anything you need?" she didn't even look at me.

"So much for those days being behind you," I scoff, not bothering to hide my jealousy.

"Yeah well things change," she finally looks up from her shirt.

I swallow unsure of what to say next. "I wanted to tell you" I mustered up.

"It would've been very useful information," She angrily threw down a pen on her desk.

"I was protecting my privacy," I raise my voice, not in an angry way but frustrated.

"I could lose my job over this" she screams, "You are the president's daughter, I can't be with yo-"

"But you can, I want to be with you. I want to spe-"

"You belong to Eden Vos, someone just as rich and spoiled as you are," 

"I know you're hurt but-" 

"How did I not realize earlier, your relationship with the Harris', with Sydney, your expensive clothes, and your house; your 15 million dollar house" She interrupted me again. "Run back to your boyfriend," she signals to the door.

"Natasha please," I pleaded, stepping closer to her.

"Senator, it's Senator to you" she steps back.

My face drops from pleading eyes to now a straight face, "Okay," I whisper, backing away from her. Instant regret shows on her face but I couldn't stand being there anymore. The smell that once comforted me now felt suffocating.

"Y/N, wait," she tries to pull me back but I easily escape her grip.

"Don't let her follow me," I order the line of men at the doors as I kept walking.

I get in the back seat of the Escalade and my sadness sets in. Sydney's advice hadn't worked, I didn't feel free. I was starting to question if I was ever free, I was always caught up in some secret.

I couldn't focus on anything when I got home, my mind spun in a panic thinking about the uncertainty of the future. 

 The sound of the door slamming shut downstairs startles me into reaching for the gun under the nightstand. The footsteps get closer and closer, stopping in front of the door. I point my gun as it begins to slowly creak open.

"Darling please put that down," Eden panicked throwing his things on the ground, and shoots his hand up in surrender. I slowly lower it, startling even myself with the action. He runs over to me and grabs the weapon out of my hand.

"Darling," he pulls me into a tight hug, as my eyes well up, "it's going to be okay,"

All the sadness I felt, all the anger and frustration from the day I let go, collapsing into his arms as he soothes me.