Philip Hamilton X Reader (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 12

It had been about a week since the Hamiltons - and Angelica - had gone upstate to visit their father - and grandfather. You sat in Alex's study, waiting for him to return. He left a few hours ago with a woman who begged him for help. She wore a beautiful red, lacey dress - which exposed her bust quite a bit. Her hair was a mess, and her makeup was smudged in all directions. You tapped your quill over and over on the mahogany desk, waiting for him to return.
As Alexander finally arrived you noticed the quick change in atmosphere. He was flushed, sweaty, and quite tired. "Mr. Hamilton... Are you alright? You seem - you look rather sick..." Alexander looked away from you, his face saddening. "I believe it best you return home for the night. I saw your carriage in the front." he replied, sitting at his desk. He looked down with his hands on his head, a few tears going down his face. You gasped, making your way towards him, but stopped halfway. "Very well. Goodnight, Mr. Hamilton,"

"My darling, (Y/n)! How are you? Was today successful?" Jefferson asked, his usual smug grin on his face. "Hardly." you replied glumly, throwing yourself onto your bed as soon as you arrived. "Why is that?" your father asked, taking a seat next to you. "Mr. Hamilton was gone for the majority of the time I spent there. When he finally arrived he was very pale and flushed - maybe sick." you explained, leaving out some rather big details. Your father chuckled, messing up your hair. "I'm sure he's just been ill and decided it best to see a professional before making anymore speculations," he replied. You nodded, thinking for a minute. Your father was making his way out of your room, but you let out a loud gasp. "Then why would he need to be accompanied by a woman other than his wife?" your father's eyes widened, and his egotistic demeanor suddenly faltered. "What?! You're kidding! Tell more you're kidding!" he exclaimed, running towards you at top speed. A certain hedgehog would be jealous of how quickly he moved. "No," you answered, "she wore a red dress that was rather explicit. Her makeup was running, and she seemed desperate." you replied, trying to recall all you could from the events that took place.
"Desperate to get in his pants..." you heard your father mumble under his breath. "Fath-" "go to sleep now, darling. I need to talk to Madison and Burr." he replied,  rubbing his temples. "Will uncle James and uncle Aaron be visiting us soon?" you asked, smiling brightly through your tired eyes. Your father nodded - unsure - and with that, you fell asleep happily.

Alexander paced around his office, his mind wandering all over the place. "How could I do this? To myself, my reputation, my Eliza?" he asked himself, tears falling down his face. "I'm done for! All my life's work is down the drain. What would my dear Eliza say? How would she react to her husband having an affair whilst she was away? Philip? His father's name being blatantly slandered everywhere he turns! And Washington? Oh, Washington, I was his aide-de-camp in battle, and now his right hand man in presidency!" Alexander fumed, he was infuriated beyond comprehension. "It was that whore's fault. Not mine! She lead me to her and spread her legs! She tempted me! I'm a good man who deserves far better than this!" Alexander didn't sleep that night. He stayed up, regretting his decision. Yet, he repeated his idiotic mistake over and over again.