A Life I Didn't Plan For

Chapter Seven

Oliver POV:

So I found out Mystery Girls name, it's Nola. I think it's beautiful ands it suits her. But I'm in her house drinking wine with her.

"So, Mr. President, are you going to tell me that story?" She asked sipping her wine.

I chugged down my glass before filling it up again. "In my early twenties my father convincingly forced me into politics. He told me he'd disown me and he'd never want to see my unborn son again. At this point I was turning twenty three and almost fresh out of university."

"What did you do in University?" She asked as she looked at me with her huge brown eyes.

"Law. I really enjoyed criminal law." I smiled. "I know the importance of a grandson and a grandfather relationship. He sees Blake all the time and has a good relationship. But I went into politics. I progressed a lot in the last seven years, every time my father tried to buy my way in I refused and reversed what he had done.

If I was going to be doing politics, it would be my way. He didn't like that of course but had to go through with it. My wife, Erin, was against me and was on my father's side. She wanted to pay everyone off and buy into everything. We both grew up rich but she let it go to her head. I didn't want to end up like  my father. He never tried with my mom after they got married. He thought he had all control over her. They eventually divorced.

But my father and Erin forced me into politics. She threatened to leave with our son, my father threatened to never speaks to me again and he'd insure I'd never be a lawyer, not even for the worst of law firms. So I did everything their way and eventually was forced to run for President.

This time around, I got to do my own campaign. My campaign won the people over, obviously. Now here I am, in New York trying to avoid going home at all costs. I miss my son and go home for him. But Erin and I aren't in love, we despise each other more then anything."

"Then why are you still together?" She asked.

Why was I still with Erin? A question I've been asking myself for far too long.

"I don't really know," I told her as I scratched the back of my neck. "For my son, because I did once love her. It's just one of those things you really don't have an answer for but you wish more then anything you did."

"I'd like to say I understand, but I don't." She smiled at me. She had a beautiful smile.

"Enough about me. Tell me more about you, Nola. I certainly like to know why you haven't reported that asshole-"

"His name is Seth." She cut me off.

"That asshole, to the police. He's harassing you. It doesn't matter if it's just when he's drunk. So why, Nola?" I took a sip of my drink before looking at her.

Nola repositioned her self on the couch by tucking her legs under her and turning herself more towards me before leaning on her elbow that was propped up on the back of the couch.

"Seth and I were good friends before we decided to date, so when we broke up I thought it was best that we don't stay friends afterwards. Too much had happened while we dated, we slept together, we did other things, we went through things together as a couple that just can't be passed to a friendship.

Like when his grandfather died of a heart attack we were dating. I spent each night up until the funeral and after watching him cry, holding him. He wanted to make love to take his mind off of it and he'd end up crying during or when he came.

Of course as a friend I'd be there for him when he cried and to be there when he needed me. But this are so much different when you go through things as a couple. Things change after you break up.