A nations heart: Love in the White House

Chapter 4

Authors note:
Let's continue, I'm hyped lol. Enjoy!
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As you walked into your office, you slammed the large pile of files onto the desk with a loud crash. There was always a lot to do these days, most of it paperwork. Cursing inwardly, you picked up the fallen pieces of paper and began to sort them neatly.
Barely a moment later, there was a knock at the door.
"Come in!" You quickly put on your familiar politician's smile. Humming happily, Kamala's assistant, Sylvia, entered. "Good morning Ms. Wilson. Do you have a moment?" she asked with a smile.
You leaned back in your chair. You always enjoyed Sylvia's company, she was always very organized and worked hard, but always remained cheerful. "Of course, have a seat."
For a while, you went through files, documents and emails.
After an hour, she stood up. "I'd like to continue our meeting, but I still have to plan the next
speech in Wisconsin." She rolled her eyes. "They're always making such fuss."
Sighing, you stood up to walk her to the door. "Don't worry, you'll manage. I'll continue here and send you the rest later. However, I do have one request..." you said hesitantly. She smiled. "Everything's fine. You can ask me for anything." You quickly wiped away the thought of how ambiguous that sentence sounded. "Thank you, you're a life saver. Could you just tell Kamala that I'd like to meet her this afternoon? Any time is fine." "Of course. I'll let you know later!"

A few hours (and lots of paperwork) later, your cell phone finally buzzed. A message from Sylvia.
-Just spoke to her. You can come to the OO at three.
A grin stole across your face. Only very few people use this abbreviation "OO". Oval Office simply sounded more elegant in most people's minds.
Your heart began to beat faster at the thought of your conversation later. You had prepared your words, but it wasn't going to be easy.

Time was crawling by. You typed nervously on your laptop. You went over your words again and again in your head. It was almost time.

Eventually you found yourself at the door of the Oval Office. By now, your nervousness had faded. You had every right to do this. With one last deep breath, you raised your hand and knocked on the door.
"Come in!" Kamala's voice rang out.
As you entered, she raised her head and smiled warmly at you. "Hello, sweetheart. What's this about?"
You cleared your throat. "I'm not here for wo-"
"I see... You had ... other plans for me." Her voice was deeper, almost provocative.
She narrowed her eyes. "I have to say, I missed you... The weekend was so long and Doug was always in the mood for ... Contact.
You snorted. "I bet he was."
Kamala approached you slowly. "Well... I didn't give in to it. The thought of you gave me more pleasure than he ever could. So, what do you think? Don't I deserve a reward?"
She had reached you by now. In one swift movement, she wrapped her arms around you and squeezed your shoulders. She pressed her middle against your thigh.
'She's got it all wrong,' you thought to yourself.
"No, Kamala. That's not what I'm here for. It's abou-"
"Oh, don't deny it. You're here because of me, because you missed me," she interrupted you again. In the meantime, she had started to slide slowly up and down your leg. A moan escaped her.
This was becoming too much for you.
"Kamala, no! Let me finish!"
With a somewhat rough shake, you pushed her away from you. She stumbled backwards and looked at you in surprise.
"Oh... All right, go on then." Disappointed, she dropped back onto her desk chair.
You felt your stomach tighten. Now you had to get going.
"So... I've been thinking a lot about all this lately. About us. You know how difficult this situation is for me."
She sighed. "I know sweetheart, I know. It's not easy for either of us."
You frowned. 'Not for any of us? She's the one who has a husband AND her side-bitch!'
Raising your voice, you replied, "What's difficult for you?! After all, you're married, I'm just a sideline for you!"
Your facial features hardened. Now it started.
"And besides, in case you haven't noticed, it's annoying for ANY person to be treated like second best! Why do you think Doug has been absent so often in the last few months? Because you chose me over him, of course! Every damn day I had to listen to you whine about how dismissive your husband was, while I spent every evening, every night alone!"
She swallowed and lowered her eyes. "I know that wasn't good of me. But you have to underst-"
Anger boiled up inside you. "No, you listen to me now! I've listened to your excuses enough times! Because whenever I gave you advice about Doug, the next day at the latest you ditched me to...
To fuck him!"
Her eyebrows shot up.
„Oh, save that face! It's obvious!"
Furious, you walked to her desk until you were standing right in front of her.
She pressed her lips together.
"I understand why you're angry. But you knew it would be like this from the start. As president, I have duties that have to be fulfilled."
You snorted again.
In a louder voice, she said, "Why are you acting like this now? Stop the posturing, you know exactly what's important here! And I don't know if YOU have noticed, but I'm an important person, and if you don't understand that, then this isn't the right place for you!"
She stood up and walked towards the large window, annoyed.
Without you being able to control it, a cold laugh came out of your mouth.
"Believe me, I do understand who you are! You're an ignorant, cold-hearted old woman who knows absolutely nothing about love! Recent times have made that very clear!"
As soon as these words left your mouth, you felt sorry for them. You knew that all these points were sensitive areas with Kamala.
She had her back to you. You couldn't see her face, but her shoulders were rising and falling quickly.
'That definitely hit a nerve.' you thought a little shamefacedly.
When she spoke again, her voice sounded quiet and shaky.
"You know exactly what you're doing to me, don't you?"
You swallowed. You were sorry. But you had no sense of compassion at the moment.
"Indeed I do. But just so you know- you've made me feel like this almost every day for the last few months. Hurt, not taken seriously and... second-rate."
For a while, she just stood by the window, her heavy breathing alone filling the room. Then she turned to you.
Tears were streaming down her face, her lips were trembling.
"I know you don't want to hear it, but I'm so sorry. For everything. Every pain I've caused you, every tear you've shed because of me. Please... Tell me what I can do to make you feel better."
Her voice now was almost a whisper.
For a brief moment, you closed your eyes.
It was time.
"I think..."
You paused and took a big breath.
"I think there's nothing you can do. "
Kamala looked at you, pure hurt on her face.
More and more tears flowed down her cheeks and she stepped closer to you.
"Please don't do this, I beg you. I need you."
She tried to put a hand on your upper arm, but you hastily backed away.
A sob rang out and she slapped her hand over her mouth.
"I'm sorry, but I can't go on like this. I just can't." you said quietly.
You looked at her. The way she was standing there, in the middle of the Oval Office.
So hurt, so sad and so helpless.
The following sentence cost you an infinite amount of effort.
"Kamala, I'm breaking up with you."
Now all the dams were finally broken.
She could no longer hold back, torrents of tears ran down her cheeks and chin.
Between hiccups and sobs, she struggled to utter a sentence.
"I've never loved anyone like I love you, never. You are my joy, my light in the dark. Please... Forgive me."
But your decision had been made.
"And you were all that for me. But I can't give you my life if you only want to use it to enrich your own."
You made your way to the door. You briefly considered kissing her goodbye one last time.
But that would only make it more difficult.
"Goodbye, Kamala."
You stepped out of the office.
The last thing you heard before the tears welled up inside you was a loud sob and a thud on the floor.
Kamala had broken down in tears in her office.

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Well, damn.
I don't know why I made that so dramatic lol. I'm thinking of continuing this story, maybe giving it a Happy End...
I can't stand sad endings. We'll see.
As always, hope you enjoyed this!
Love,
O.