"I paid the three million and gave her the beach house!" I yelled at Ashlee "That's what she asked for!"
"She wants more Pete" she frowned. I sighed pinching the bridge of my nose.
"Ashlee have I ever told you how how much I appreciate you?" I mumbled.
"When we were married you did"
"Okay, well I appreciate you. You can have the day off to spend with your husband and child. Thank you" She pressed her hand to my cheek.
"It's gonna get better okay? Especially since you have Patrick" she hugged me tightly. I hugged her back gently. "I love you Pete. It'll be okay"
"I love you too Ash. Now go home"
"I will"
"Tell Evan I said hello"
"I will" she walked out closing the door behind her. Where the fuck was my boyfriend? I hadn't seen him since I left the bed this morning. I checked his room quickly. He wasn't in there. I walked into his bathroom. Not in there either.
"Patrick!?" I yelled. I ran out of the room "Patrick!?" I yelled louder. I ran down the large stairs. "Patrick!?"
"Sir!" Andy yelled. I looked at him.
"Andy where's Patrick?" I asked anxiously. He looked over at the couch. Patrick was curled up in a ball asleep with a blanket over him.
"He came down here when you went into the oval. We talked for a while but I needed to do something and when I came back he was out" I pressed my hand to my chest.
"Thank you" I said.
"Anytime Mr. President" I stared at Patrick as Andy went into the oversized kitchen. He moved a little bit but he was still dead asleep. His hair was everywhere and he almost looked like a little kid. I didn't wanna touch him. Or move him. He yawned a little and opened his eyes. He blinked then looked around turning on his back.
"Patrick" I laughed. He looked back at me in confusion.
"Am I in heaven? Are you my angel?" he asked. I laughed some more "What fucking year is it? What day is it? Are you still the president?"
"Get up" I said rolling my eyes and smiling. He smiled back and sat up scratching his head.
"When did I crash?" he asked.
"Andy said he left to do something and you were out cold" I shrugged.
"I don't remember anything" he yawned "Then again I didn't remember what year it was so"
"I wanted to talk to you but maybe you should drink some coffee first" he looked at me and raised his eyebrow.
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"So she won't sign the papers" I said. He yawned and scratched his head again. He stood in front of me with a blanket wrapped around himself and his hair messed up worse than a rats nest. Yet he still looked beautiful. I smiled at him and grabbed his hand kissing it. He blushed and smiled."She's a fucking gold digger" he mumbled.
"Yeah apparently"
"What else does she want?"
"Not sure she never told Ashlee" We both frowned. I grabbed his hand again wanting his comfort. He walked around my desk then sat on my lap hugging my neck. "I don't know why I thought this would he simple" he kissed my neck tenderly "The medias been saying some fucked up shit"
"Don't listen to the media" he said "It only focuses on the negative" He ran the back of his hand up and down my cheek.
"Well, I'm gay and I cheated on my wife. To the world there is absolutely no positives to this situation"
"But to you what're the positives?" He asked gently.
"You"
"Corny. But okay, so then thats the positives of the situation. Stop focusing on everyone else and focus on you" he tapped my nose.
"I'm the president it doesn't work that way"
"You're job is to run the country. Not to tell everyone about your private love life. So stop focusing so much on their made up trivial bullshit and focus on what's right in front of you" I looked at him. "Yes. Me" He smiled.
"You're right" I said "You're so smart you know that?" he shrugged.
"I-"
"Mr. President!" Ashlee yelled running in "We have an issue!"
"Ashlee I thought I sent you home" I said.
"I got home then I saw the news"
"What's going on?" I asked. She pulled out her tablet and opened up the Internet shoving a video in front of me. I clicked play. Kelsey was on the screen with a black eye and a busted lip.
"So he beat you for the entire time you were married?" the reporter asked.
"Yes" Kelsey said faking a sad voice "I never wanted to come out about it but then I found out the cheating scandal. I confronted him but he said if I told anyone anything he'd kill me. Then he beat me" He wiped a fake tear "He's always been a monster. I finally escaped"
"That's just awful" the reporter said shaking her head. I stopped the video.
"Oh my god" I mumbled.
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