Mr. President | jb

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After the speech, Justin voluntarily answered a few more questions and then creeped back up into his Oval Office.

Meanwhile, I walked the hall back to the office that was my new permanent residence.

On my desk, lay a bouquet of white roses and another bouquet of strawberries.

'Take this as a token of my love, Lana.' - J

"Who are those from?" Sahara's voice appeared from out of nowhere.

"J-just this guy in seeing."

She walks up and then snatches the card out my hand. "J?" She questions, looking through the stuff. "Wow. This is amazing. Who's this 'guy' you're seeing?"

"Just some guy I met at the ball," I lie.

"You sure it's not Mr. President?" She wiggles her eyebrows.

"Sahara, please shut up about whatever you think is going on. Justin and I don't have * anything * going on and whatever goes into me doesn't have anything to do with you,"

I'm still pissed at how she forged the letter.

"And your problem is?"

"You!" I shrieked. "You forged the letter for me to relocate and then you walk into my office accusing me of shit that has nothing to do with Sahara. Mind your business. I mean, ARE YOU sleeping with Justin since you're so concerned about him?"

Sahara sighs and then pulls out a chair, "Look. I heard him in the apartment the other night. I know that you guys are together. I just don't want you to get hurt. Just don't do this."

"Get out," I tell Sahara. "Please just leave," I say, watching her look at me like what I said was in a foreign language.

"Did you hear what I said?"

"When you're hurt by him, don't come running to me,"

"I never come running to you anyways."

I stayed at the office late tonight. I prepared for the winter season tonight, just a generalized version of things.

"Knock, knock,"

I look up as I was writing, and Justin appeared in the doorway.

"I got your flowers," I say, minutes after we sit in silence, just staring at each other. "And the strawberries,"

"Good. Good."

He places his hand on his stubble and rubbed it. "Did you like it?"

"I did,"

"Good. Good."

We sat in silence for a few minutes after. Justin was just eyeing me up and down, and then cracking a smile.

"What?" I smile and then chuckle a little.

"Nothing. Just looking at you work. I meant to tell you that you looked nice today. I like what you wore,"

"Thanks," I say, letting out a breath that I was holding, "you look nice. Not that you always do, but, you know, you look nicer than usual,"

"Thanks," he says.

He taps his fingers on my desk.

"Can you let me explain?" He asks, and pulls out a chair. "Please?"

"I don't even think that there's anything to explain," I say, carefully choosing my words.

"But there is. I at least owe you an explanation. Lana, please," he touches my thigh, squeezes it gently and looks up into my eyes.

"Justin, based on what happened...I don't think that I can trust you anymore. You've lied to me, and you've lied to everyone here. You're too much for me."

"Listen, Lana. Karen was...special. She was this blonde who was new and didn't really fit in anywhere here. So, I got to know her and soon, she showed me what she was really made of,"

I looked up at him. 

3RD PERSON POV

"So, we started to hang out and we got closer," he gulps. "But I didn't know that I would fall in love with her. So, then, I found out that after we...after I had took her virginity, she was pregnant. It wasn't planned, I swear,"

"So...I then found out that I won the position of being President. I already had a marriage and a political reputation and good status, but I couldn't leave Karen and my baby all alone. So I got her a job here."

"Then...everything went downhill. Claire found out, and our marriage has been in the shambles, and there's no chance of revival, either. And then Karen and I weren't on good terms. And...now the baby was miscarried and he's gone and...everything is so fucked up right now...and then I saw you," Justin looks up into Lana's eyes, his eyes gleaming at the beauty in front of him.

"And then I wanted you. And now I have you, and now I'm about to lose you."

LANA

Later on that night, after the discussion with Justin, I've decided to go home and take a bath and have a glass of wine.

I'm not sure about how I should feel about this entire situation. Should I stay? Should I leave?

I don't know.

I picked up the phone and called Karen. I had to ask her about everything.

"Hello? Lana? Why are you—why are you calling so late?" She sounds like she was asleep; she had cleared her throat.

"I...I...I, um, I heard about the baby," I forced the words out. "And...I'm sorry about the miscarriage," I say, finally getting to my words.

"What? Miscarriage? That's not—Lana, that's not what happened. Who...Justin told you that?"

"Um, yeah," I place my hands behind my ear. What does she mean that's not what happened?

"What do you mean? What happened?"

"Lana, I really don't think I should tell you. It's...you should ask Justin. He needs to tell you what he did,"

What he did?! "Karen, what did he do? What are you talking about?"

My heart was beating in my chest. My stomach was twirling. I was so confused and  anxious at the same time, I didn't know what to do or say.

"Lana, I can't...,"

"Please tell me. Please."

She sighed. "He pushed me. Down the stairs."