Arthur Du Pont

Thirty-Five. Mayor of New York City. Single father. Vote Du Pont!

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The Unwanted Savior.

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cordeliawintour:

It was a typical evening for Cordelia, her in her home office working on the magazine layout while Rupert played on her phone and Alejandro whipped something up in the kitchen from whatever recipe book he bought this week. She found it rather peaceful, the consistency in her evenings with her family. And it surprised her, how easy it was to sweep the incident with Arthur under the rug. Alejandro hadn’t suspected a thing and their lives all went on as normal, but she shouldn’t have expected that to last for long.

“What was that, honey?” Cordelia didn’t look away from her computer screen as Rupert once more said that something bad happened to Daddy but the phone being shoved onto her keyboard did distract her. “What in the world,” she started as she saw that her phone was in mid-call and so she brought it to her ear. “Hello? Yes, this is Cordelia Wintour, no DuPont on the end.” She put emphasis on her last name when the woman on the other end had called her by her previous married name. “Did you say hospital? Christ, is he dead?” Cordelia leaned back in her office chair as the nurse wouldn’t give her any other information other than she was the emergency contact and there was an emergency.

“Alright, yes I understand. I’ll be there momentarily.” Cordelia ended the call as Rupert tried to climb onto her lap, demanding to know what had happened to his father. “Sweetie, Daddy is fine. Mommy has to go visit him okay? No no, you can’t come with me.” If something serious had happened to Arthur, well despite God answering her prayers, then she didn’t want Rupert there to witness it. “You can help Alejandro in the kitchen,” she said as she carried her son into the kitchen to explain to her husband what was going on.

Cordelia knew the media circus that would be surrounding the hospital and so she dressed in nothing but the best, subconsciously deciding on a dress that had been a gift during their one year marriage anniversary. As assumed, the cameras were flashing as her car pulled up to the hospital and Cordelia adjusted her sunglasses before stepping out of the car, Arthur’s security team there to greet her and shield her from the questions being thrown in her direction. She ignored all of them, choosing not to speak on her ex-husbands behalf.

“Has been horribly disfigured?” Cordelia asked with slight concern, not wanting to be stuck with an ex-husband she couldn’t stand to look at anymore than she already did. The head of security said she needed to speak with the doctors and so she was lead to his hospital room where the nurse told her the doctor would be right back. “Of course,” she said as she slipped her sunglasses into her purse and then walked into the room, the door closing to leave them alone. Cordelia had plans for everything, from mishaps in the company to bribing Rupert’s way into the best schools. What she didn’t have a plan for was the feeling she received at seeing Arthur in a hospital bed. She thought she would have felt some joy, after all how much pain had he caused her? But instead she felt concern, more for Rupert than herself. In his eyes, and truthfully in hers too, Arthur was indestructible.

Cordelia walked around the room and set her things down, shrugging her coat off to leave on the corner chair. She walked over to the bed and crossed her arms over her chest. “This is all a bit dramatic, even for you.”

Arthur laid unconscious, a monitor hooked to his body, a brace around his neck, cast on his foot, and a mouthpiece connected to some fluid bag to his side. The monitor was slow but steady, his heart weak in his unconscious state. The doctor entered moments after Cordelia, holding a clipboard in hand. “Ah yes. You must be Mrs. Du Pont,” he said, looking down at his clipboard. He squinted at his own script. “Your husband took quite a toll when he stepped in front of that truck. He has a broken neck and sprained his ankle, but he should live. We’d like to continue to monitor him for the next forty-eight hours. We’re hoping he’s likely to wake during that time,” he said, turning towards the former mayor. He might not have been voting for Arthur, but the whole thing still felt too strange, to be treating what might have been the next governor if he pulled out of this. He cleared his throat at the thought.

“Ma’am, and excuse me for mentioning it so early on, as I’m sure you’d like a few moments alone, but the press has been waiting outside, wanting a statement. With your permission, I can inform them myself of Mayor Du Pont’s state. Likewise, with your permission, I can have security escort them off the premises,” he said. He didn’t offer any other option; he didn’t expect she wanted to spend any time with the media now, with Arthur unconscious in a hospital bed.

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The Unwanted Savior.

It was an accident, a stupid accident that rushed him to the hospital. The press, who crowded the hospital lobby in hopes of a word as to the state of their future governor, was calling it a deliberate attempt on his life by the opposition. If Arthur was conscious, he would have dismissed it entirely. The day Gary fucking Winston hired a truck drive to try and run him over was the day that he admitted defeat and retired to a quiet life. But, as it was, Arthur was being rushed into the ER and the doctors were all but mute towards the media. Whether they wanted to say something wasn’t up to them; it was up to his emergency contact. 

To some misfortunate lapse in judgment, a careless forgetfulness, or even just God, being a cruel son of a gun, Arthur had never updated his emergency contact information, not since the divorce. To be fair, he didn’t think he had to. He was in prime shape and whenever dealing with the idea of mental or physical stability, it was always his mother on his mind, not himself. It was for that reason, that when the nurse pulled up his file, it was his ex-wife’s number they dialed, a small little boy picking up on the other end. 

Rupert, having stolen his mother’s phone out of her purse to play Temple Run on, answered the phone, trying his hardest to sound as grown up as he could, mimicking his mother and father. When he heard the word hospital, however, Rupert knew better than to continue on playing on his mothers phone. “Mommy,” he called out, shouting out again, a panic in his voice. He extended the phone forward. “Something bad happened to Daddy.”

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spilt tea.

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cordeliawintour:

Cordelia smiled to herself as he corrected her nickname for him and even more so when his mother mentioned how adorable it was that she called him that. She reached down to stroke her fingers through Rupert’s hair at the excitement that formed at the mentioned of Disneyland, not surprised that her husband would most likely use that vacation as a publicity stunt. It had her thinking of the trips that they used to take, those before Rupert was born and after. There had been a time when she was happy with Arthur and had seen a long life with him but she couldn’t stand by someone who wanted her to be anything less than what she was destined to be.  “I think we can find a nicer beach than Florida, sweetheart.” She watched as Rupert stood up and climbed onto the couch, the excitement lighting up his face.

“Mommy and Daddy going to be together again?” The little boy looked back and forth between his parents with hopeful eyes, while Cordelia’s widen though not for Arthur’s mother to see. “Oh honey,” she said as she pressed a quick kiss to her son’s head then pulled him to sit on her lap. “Work has unfortunately kept us both away for longer than we would like, it’s been awhile since we had a family vacation.” She kept an arm wrapped around her son while looking over at Arthur for some help. Cordelia would not be held responsible for shattering his mother’s happiness of what she thought was a perfect marriage. “But soon, we promise, we’ll all go somewhere together soon.” As much as she hated the idea of spending any time with Arthur, she would sacrifice for her sun. Regardless of what her ex-husband said, their little boy was her entire world and no sacrifice was too big for him.

Arthur did not like the thought of having to spend a whole holiday with his wife. His son, sure, he’d go to Disney World with him. A son needed a father on trips like these. Who else would carry him through the crowd, lift him up to see the fireworks over the heads of hundreds? Who else would be there to help him face his fears on the more difficult ride? But a trip with Cordelia? That was less than ideal. “We’ll see,” was all he had to say. In the end, they’d just tell him that their schedules couldn’t match up, and Arthur would take him for himself. They would have a nice trip, the two of them. For now, he had other matters to focus on, beginning with his mother.

“I think that’s been enough catching up. Come on, mom. Your teas gotten cold and you have to take your meds,” he told her, attempting to lead her back up to her feet.

“Tea? There’s tea? Well why didn’t you hand me that earlier,” she questioned, fussing as Arthur lead her back towards the bedroom. “Where are you taking me,” she asked.

“To your room, remember,” he said softly. Since the disease had taken over her mind, Arthur had bought her a new place to stay, one with less stairs and only a single story to make life easier. Unfortunately that only confused her longer. Arthur still remembers waking up in the middle of the night and having to rush over to help locate his mother who had wandered off into the street, trying to find her house. Since then, he had a place redesigned for her. It wasn’t identical to the house he grew up in, but it was a close second. Sometimes, when she entered into her room, it could almost see the flash of realization in her eye, but every time he held a little hope, she mentioned something about the past. She wasn’t fully gone, he knew, and had her moments of lucidity, but it saddened him to see her in that state. He had told Cordelia once, that if he had ever ended up like that, to put a bullet through his brain. He was aghast the first time she heard it, but he suspected that she would have done it on her free will without any incentive now.

Placing her in bed and making sure that she took all her pills, Arthur tucked her into bed. His mother was always a bit drowsy every time she took her pills. He would call the nurse back in soon and sit with his son until she arrived for them to depart. Leaving the door open as to keep an eye on her, Arthur returned to the drawing room. “Always a pleasure Cordelia, but you know your way to the door. Rupert and I have a whole day planned.”

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spilt tea.

[cordeliawintour]

Cordelia glanced around the familiar foyer of the Du Pont home, many holidays spent walking through that same door. There had been a time where she considered this place almost as a second home to herself with Mrs. Du Pont being the mother that she had never had and always wanted. Instead of being cold and distant, this woman was warm and welcoming, always proud of her accomplishments instead of telling her that she could have done more and been better. There were no benefits to the illness that had taken over Mrs. Du Pont’s mind, but if there had to be one than Cordelia would consider her inability to remember her visits one. She would visit her ex-mother in law in addition to the letters she sent every week and the last thing she wanted was for Arthur to find out and figure out some way to make it all stop.

Once the tea arrived she felt herself stiffen, the same effect Arthur always had on her when he walked into a room. There was no need to doubt if her tea was prepared correctly, just like how she knew that Arthur wasn’t drinking any himself because a little splash of something extra was inappropriate around his mother. “You know, he really does not need to. I’m very simple when it comes to the things I need and Arthur is absolutely perfect at making sure I have them.” Lying through her teeth was never a skill she had trouble with and if it was for the sake of someone like Mrs. Du Pont then the guilt never plagued her mind. She sipped on her tea and kept a watchful eye on Rupert who was sitting in front of the coffee table, eating a cookie one small bite at a time. “Use a napkin, Ruppie.” Cordelia grabbed a small napkin and set it under the cookie then turned to look at Mrs. Du Pont as she asked about Paris.

“How could we not? The Pont des Arts and the Jardin du Luxembourg, I can still smell the pastries when I think about the city. I’ve been doing some business there for the magazine and every time I have to stop at that little bakery on Champs-Elysées, do you remember, love?” Cordelia glanced over at Arthur with a sweet smile, genuinely asking if he remembered the place where they both considered the best breakfast in the world to be made. “I always bring home an assortment of petit fours, and a box of the pain au chocolat. Rupert can’t get enough of them.” Those had been happier times for the ex-couple, when the stress of their careers hadn’t pulled their marriage apart. They had been younger and more carefree, their responsibilities put on hold as they enjoyed being newlyweds. Despite her feelings towards Arthur now, she had loved him then.

Cordelia set her tea cup down just as Mrs. Du Pont asked when they were planning on taking Rupert to Paris, and that a family portrait in the city would have been a wonderful edition to her study. She pressed her lips together in hesitation and looked over at Arthur for help on this one. “You know, I think with Arthur’s campaign going on right now, we really don’t have the time to travel to Paris. Perhaps when Rupert is a bit older too, wouldn’t you say, Artie?”

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Arthur sat at his mother’s insistence, falling beside his ex-wife, though his fiddling with his suit did not stop. “I just want to give my family the best. It’s what they deserve. It’s what you deserve, Mother,” he said. He meant his words. He wanted the very best for his mother, both in care and anything else she could ever need in this state. He wanted only the best for Rupert, the best schools, the best clothes, and whatever else his heart desired. There was a time where he wanted only the best for Cordelia as well, the best clothes, the best jewelry, but the idea of being simply the perfect wife did not appeal to her. Perhaps that was where they went wrong; they were both too ambitious for their own good and neither of them could keep the other down.

“I do,” Arthur admitted, leaning back in his seat as he allowed his mind to stroll back through memory lane. “Pierre Hermé was what it was called, wasn’t it? Their macarons were like little clouds in each bite, but that lemon cake.” He shook his head. Arthur had yet to find a better place than Pierre Hermé. Even all the bakeries in New York City came second to that little store they frequented on their honeymoon. Arthur had swore they would go again as soon as they left, but they never did get the chance. The last time Arthur had been to Paris, he was very much divorced and on a business trip.

“I miss the suite,” he admitted. They had made some very good memories in that suite. “You would have loved to see it, Mother. It was at perfect view of the tower,” he said. They had spent their days out in the city and their nights on the balcony, drinking and indulging in one another. They should have never left France. Everything was good in France, but that was another lifetime ago and Arthur lived in the present, even when his mother didn’t.

“Arthur,” he corrected out of habit; she knew how much he hated that name. “Perhaps when Rupert is older,” he agreed the following moment. “I’m sure he’d love to go to Disneyland,” he said, catching his son’s attention, who begged for the trip. “One day,” he promised. “Soon. After the school year is over,” he said. After this election was over and Arthur had secured his seat as this state’s mayor. After that, Arthur would find some time to schedule in his son for a trip to Disneyland. For now, he had to prioritize. “Maybe we’ll head down to Florida instead. Find a beach,” he suggested, leaning back at the thought. A vacation sounded too good to be true, especially now when he had no time to relax. “What do you think, love,” he asked, if only for the benefit of his mother.

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spilt tea.

[cordeliawintour]

“Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!”

Cordelia rolled her eyes behind her Prada sunglasses as her son chanted from his car seat, his excitement about seeing his father clear as crystal. She turned to look at him and smiled sweetly, her hand reaching out to stroke his rosy cheeks. “Yes, you’re seeing Daddy today and I’m sure he is just as excited to see you.” Most likely Arthur had the Instagram and Facebook posts already scheduled to go out with a few shots of the you both spending quality time together, she thought to herself. Rupert was at the age now that he was beginning to understand the fighting and dislike between her and Arthur, therefor most of her negative thoughts about her ex-husband were kept internal unless Rupert was out of ear shot.

The town car pulled up in front of the home of her ex-mother in law, a woman that despite raising a terror of a son, she loved everything about. Cordelia had been close to Mrs. Du Pont during her marriage to Arthur and still corresponded with her weekly. She had no intention of getting out of the car however the sight of Mrs. Du Pont prompted her to do so and so she could only smile as Arthur hissed his displeasure.

“And miss the chance to make you miserable? I would never.” Cordelia scowled at Arthur as she walked past him, following Rupert’s steps up onto the front porch and she lifted her sunglasses to greet his mother. “Hello darling, you know me, always so busy with work that I hardly have a chance to make it to this part of town.”  Cordelia greeted the older woman with a kiss on each cheek, her tone that of genuine affection. “I’m afraid that I can’t stay though, the fashion world stops for no one and we go to print next week so there is much work to be done.”

Despite her refusal of the offer, Mrs. Du Pont insisted that she stay, the older woman taking her by the hand to lead her into the house. Cordelia looked back at Arthur to force him to say something but she was already inside the house.

“Mommy, please stay! You can play cowboys with Daddy and me and we can spell words and color and eat the little cakes Grandma makes!” Rupert said it all in one breath and then took a dramatic breath to recover from the sentence.

Cordelia smiled down at her son, looking between him and Mrs. Du Pont, not even needing to see Arthur’s face to know that he would scream internally if she agreed. Despite how little time she wanted to spend with her ex-husband, making him suffer seemed worth the suffering she would go through and so she smiled sweetly. “I couldn’t refuse an offer like that.”

[arthurdupont]

It took every ounce of control he had in him to not groan when his ex-wife took the offer. Of all the things his mother forgot, he wished Cordelia was one of them. “I’ll put the kettle on,” he offered regardless, a hand on his mother’s back. “Mother, please come inside,” he said, guiding her back towards the drawing room. He allowed Cordelia to take his lead, to direct his mother into a seat while he withdrew into the kitchen. The nurse was usually here to help with these kind of tasks, but Arthur often gave her the time off whenever he was around, especially when he and Rupert both were around. Cordelia might not have been the ideal mother and she might have moved on with her… Alexander, but Arthur didn’t want to introduce another female figure into his son’s life, even if Arthur had very little to do with her. He was at a delicate age, after all, and they had already divorced. Despite his faults, he didn’t actually want to make life more confusing for his son, despite what his opposition claimed in its recent attempt to smear Arthur with claims of using his son for publicity. It was a weak point, one that died before it reached more ears, and one that did more to help him than it hurt. After all, what kind of family man wouldn’t want their family involved in their lives? Still, that was his main point: Family. He would boil it all down to family for Rupert, and his mother’s nurse was not family. Cordelia, on the other hand, was another matter.

When the tea kettle screamed, Arthur poured two cups, one for his mother and the other for his ex-wife, each made with the specifics both liked. There were some facts that he could not get out of his head, despite how long they’d been apart, like the fact that Cordelia liked sugar in her tea, despite nearly always claiming to prefer the artificial packets. Arthur went without, himself, knowing the only thing he’d want in his tea would be liquor after this. Instead he moved the cups onto a tray and added a few cookies on the dish for Rupert. Returning back towards the drawing room, he set the tray down onto the coffee table, gripping his mother’s drink and offering it to her. “There you go, Mother. Just the way you like it. With honey, no sugar,” he went on.

“Oh, don’t make a fuss, Arthur,” his mother said, taking the cup from him and placing it towards the side after taking a sip. “I know how to drink my own tea,” she said, much to Arthur’s dismay. In a moment, she would forget where she placed her cup and would badger him for forgetting it. “Honestly darling, does he make this much of a fuss for you,” she said, turning towards Cordelia. That was the other unfortunate things. Often his mother forgot that Cordelia and Arthur were no longer married. With how much she loved Cordelia, it always broke his and her heart to tell her each time, so over time, a silent agreement grew between them to simply play along. “Will you sit down! And stop playing with your tie. Tell me about your honeymoon instead. Didn’t you just adore Paris!”

[arthurdupont]

spilt tea.

“Mother, the living room is this way,” Arthur reminded, guiding his mother by the hand as he lead her away from the front door. He both cherished and dreaded these weekly visits with his mother. She was his mother, after all, the very person who raised him and always pushed him forward, but she was not that same person either. His mother was suffering from an illness that he’d rather die from than go through on his own, where her memory continues to fade, both long term and short. Alzheimer's disease was an unfortunate thing, a topic that Arthur pressed heavy upon during his campaign. These little visits with his mother would only further show his dedication to the cause, and while Arthur loathed putting up with his mother’s shenanigans, he’d do anything for the public’s face. 

When the door rang, Arthur left his mother sitting in the living room. “Stay there. It’s Rupert. Your grandson. He’s being dropped off here to spend some time with us,” he informed, moving for the door. Straightening his suit, Arthur marched for the door, smiling at the small child when exited the vehicle. “Rupert,” he called out, kneeling down and welcoming the boy in a hug. “Did you miss me?” he asked, smiling down at his son when he nodded and began telling him all about his day, only distracted by the sight of his grandmother. 

“Grandma,” Rupert shouted, running towards the elder woman’s door. “Do you remember me! I’m Rupert! I got first place in the spelling bee last month,” he said excitably. 

Arthur sighed when he straightened. “Mother, I told you to wait inside,” he said, unsure if she even remembered that bit in the first place. To make matters worse, his ex-wife exited the vehicle following his son, earning a rightful frown from Arthur. “Couldn’t you have had the nanny drop him off? You have her doing everything else,” he barked when she neared. 

“Cordelia, is that you,” Arthur’s mother shouted. “Come inside, come inside. I’ll make some tea. I was wondering where Arthur was hiding you.”

Arthur sighed. “No, Mother. I’m sure Cordelia is very busy right now. How about I make you some tea instead.”

Mrs. Du Pont shook her head. “Don’t be ridiculous. I haven’t seen her in days! Of course she has to stay for tea. Cordelia, won’t be a dear and join me?” 

[cordeliawintour]

oo1. Lessons of Lust

[cordeliawintour]

Cordelia stood up immediately after she felt his weight come off her, internally planning the deep cleanse she was going to do to get rid of any trace that he was on or in her. She pulled her skirt down with her back facing him, lips pursed as he spoke behind her. Her eyes drifted to one of the only objects left on the desk, a foam apple with the words ‘World’s Best Teacher’ written across it. Cordelia grabbed it and without warning turned around, throwing the apple hard and smirked as it bounced off the side of his head.

“I know you have trouble controlling that pathetic excuse of a dick but you’ve never fucked someone you didn’t want to, so don’t act like you haven’t thought about me since we broke up.” Cordelia practically hissed her words as she adjusted her shirt and neatly tucked it back into the waistband of her skirt before moving to her purse to grab a make-up compact. She flicked it open and examined her face in the mirror, finger moving along the outside of her lips to fix the smeared lipstick all thanks to her prick of an ex-husband. “I cannot believe this imbecile of a teacher never showed. The dean is going to be hearing from me,” she ended her sentence by snapping her compact shut and shot daggers with her eyes at Arthur. “I’ll have you killed if you breathe a word of this to anyone.”

[arthurdupont]

Arthur furrowed his brows, more out of annoyance than pain. “Really, Cordelia. Now you’re just being childish,” he said, turning back to his life. A smug expression took its place however, the instant he saw hers. He had been more right than he’d known. “Well, of course I have, my dear. You’ve got a tight little cunt and your mouth does better when it’s not talking. But we both knew that.” Arthur shrugged, leaning against the desk as he watched her. 

“Yes, it’s gotten late,” he agreed, his attention shifting already as he moved towards his phone: back to business per usual. “I’ll have to reschedule,” he muttered to himself as he sent a text to his secretary to make the necessary arrangements; the last thing he’d allow is for his ex-wife to get the better of this arrangement. He would be presented as the better parent. Perhaps he’d find a way to get it on camera with their son beside him. The more father-son time, the better. “Don’t make threats you can’t follow up on, dear. It’s unprofessional,” he told his ex-wife, waving her off, though with no intent on telling a soul regardless. Arthur didn’t care who knew and who didn’t; all he cared for was the fact that he was right. 

[cordeliawintour]

oo1. Lessons of Lust

[cordeliawintour]

Cordelia fought back a moan but she couldn’t fight a sharp gasp of pain as she felt him push harder, her hand slipping to force the desk to come into contact with her abdomen.  She refused to give into his demand of admitting the truth and instead she reached her hand behind her to grab onto his wrist yanking her hair.  Fingernails dug into his wrist as she held onto him, muscles burning as she forced herself up and off the desk that was violently shaking beneath her.  “You’re such a fucking… Fuck!”  Cordelia couldn’t hold back as his fingers brushed over her clit with each cruel slip of his fingers.  It only added to the burning ache between her legs and not long after that she felt her orgasm hitting her hard as the waves of pleasure rocked her entire body.  “Oh god,” she moaned as she closed her eyes, mouth parted as she silently cursed her body for betraying her and giving into him.  She refused to loosen her grip on his wrist as her walls pulsed around his length still thrusting into her, only prolonging the effects of pleasure.

[arthurdupont]

Arthur couldn’t remember the last time he had been in his ex-wife. It must have been one drunk night or maybe during one of the rare moments where things weren’t so bad, back in the day when they could actually stand to be in the same room as one another. What he did remember, however, what she was like when she finished: still greedy, slowing, but yet giving. At least some things hadn’t changed. And him, he hadn’t changed much either; he was still selfish, demanding, and never let things go easy. Perhaps that’s why they never worked out; they were too much alike, even back then. 

He finished inside of her, half out of spite and half out of class. Her Alexander wouldn’t be the last person to do so and she wouldn’t be publicly stained when they both exited through the double doors of the school building. Which, of course, they’d have to do soon, as it seemed their sons professor was a no show. Not that he was thinking anything of the sort now, with the intense pleasure around him. Instead, his thoughts were on her, how good she looked, pressed against the desk and at his mercy. 

He pushed himself off, shoving her aside once more, and turned his back to his ex-wife. “I knew there was always a piece of you that wanted me, dear,” he said between shallow breathes, reaching to undo the mess she made of him. 

[cordeliawintour]

oo1. Lessons of Lust

[cordeliawintour]

Cordelia wanted to slap him again for the curse words he threw her way but she never had the chance to as their bodies made their way across the classroom.  She could careless about the mess on the floor now however she had never expected Arthur to bend her over across the desk, his former lackluster moves in the bedroom long gone now as she felt him thrust into her aching wetness.  Cordelia could feel her neat hair-do coming undone as she gripped the desk to stop herself from bruising against the wood though she knew there would be marks.  

“Fuck you,” She said in-between groans as he continued to insult her current husband.  Never would she admit that Alejandro never fucked her in such a raw and animalistic way.  Everything between her and her husband was romantic and passionate, the touches gentle and there was never pain, only pleasure.  But oh god, she couldn’t remember the last time she had felt such an ache between her legs and the satisfaction of someone who wasn’t so scared to break her.  “Is this what you call a fuck, Artie?  I’d barely even call that a cock between your legs…” She hissed back at him.

[arthurdupont]

There was no one like his ex-wife who could get a rise out of him. His response to her didn’t come in the form of words, but through cruel actions instead. He shoved himself harder, apathetic to the shaking desk, to the fact that he might be hurting her, or anyone who might have heard. All he cared for was making her scream. He wanted to hear her shout out, to eat her words, and scar her body so hard that she would still be left with faint traces of him for the next few days.  Arthur gripped onto her hair, yanking back the perfect head of hair, his other hand moving down to her core, fingers slipping into her as he continued to thrust. “Admit it, sweetheart. You’ve never been this wet.”

[cordeliawintour]

oo1. Lessons of Lust

[cordeliawintour]

Cordelia felt some satisfaction in knowing that her own pet name for him still bothered him.  At one point it had been affectionate, her Artie, the man that the political world never had the chance to see.  He was a gentler man, romantic and soft spoken, a weakness to his political campaign.  Now she called him that in hopes of making him weak and pathetic. And so once more the name slipped off her tongue as he yanked her hair back, threatening her to never say it again.  “Artie.”

It happened before she even knew it was happening.  Cordelia kissed him back with anger, all the resentment she held for him spilling onto his lips and through her fingertips as she undid the knot of his tie to leave it loose around his neck.  The child’s desk behind her shook with the anger of their movements but she didn’t care, she only had one thought on her mind.  Cordelia moved her hand from his tie to shove his face from hers, hand moving back enough so that she could return it to his cheek in a sharp slap.  “Fucking piece of shit,” she hissed as her other hand pulled his shirt from where it was tucked into his pants before she began working on his belt buckle.  

[arthurdupont]

Arthur hated the nickname, hated it as much as he hated the woman in front of him. That pent up rage that built inside of him through each of their former contacts released itself with that moment, their kisses nothing near soft, nor the vicious touch as he tore the fabric from her body, the zipper of her dress undone. His vision turned when she pulled away, a grunt from his lips as a sting blew against his cheek. He would feel that for hours to come, but he would not be the only one left marked that night.

“Fucking bitch,” he growled, yanking her by her hair and pushing them away from the child’s desk and towards the teachers. The collected items that once sat in a neat pile spilled onto the floor beside them, but he never gave her a moment to climb above, instead turning her around, and bending onto the table as he fucked her.

It would have been a lie for him to say that he had never fucked a married woman, but something about knowing that this was Cordelia and that she was married to her stupid little Alejandro made it all the more better. “Bet Alexander does never does it this good,” he went on when he jerked her forward, words slipping between his teeth and against her ear.

[cordeliawintour]

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[cordeliawintour]

Cordelia didn’t flinch as he moved closer nor when he moved his hand to rest on her throat.  She swallowed once which no doubt he felt against his palm and she raised her own hand to wrap her fingers around the tie that hung around his neck, yanking on the expensive material.  She couldn’t remember the last time she had been this close to her ex-husband or the last time he had started a burning desire in the pit of her stomach.  “You’re all bark and no bite, Artie.”  Her other hand moved to rest on the forearm of the hand around her neck, eyes darting down to look at his lips for a millisecond before she locked back onto his eyes.  “And even when you do bite, it’s pathetic like a newborn pup.”

[arthurdupont]

"Arthur,” he corrected, pressing her back against the desk, his body moving with his as she gripped him by the tie, hers digging into the desk. He refused to back down, to move away now and let her win. “My name is Arthur,” he told her, as if to etch his name into her memory, their eyes locked on one another’s. His other hand curled around the lock of blonde hair, yanking her head back. “Never call me Artie,” he told her, his words soft though there was something hard in his tone, his body reacting towards the energy between them as their lips locked.

[cordeliawintour]

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[cordeliawintour]

“Don’t patronize me.”  Cordelia hated the use of pet names like sweetheart and baby.  They made her feel like a pet and she refused to feel as if she belonged to someone.  She should have known from the beginning that things with Arthur wouldn’t have worked, that he wanted her to be everything that she wasn’t.  But she had gotten swept up in the romance of it all, helicopter rides over the city and private rooftop dinners under the stars.  It had been too easy to fall for those bright, blue eyes, the ones that were currently staring at her as if trying to light her on fire.  She used to believe she could stare into his eyes forever but now all she wanted was to stab them with color pencils that were on the desk behind him.  “Call me names, that’s fine.  Don’t forget that I know you, I know all the buttons to press to make you sweat.  And come election time, I’m pushing them all.”

[arthurdupont]

“You’re forgetting, sweetheart,” he began, deliberately ignoring her request as he took a step forward, the distance between them practically invisible. “I know all of yours,” he told her, his hand enclosing around her throat, a smirk on his lips as he stared down at the wife he once loved. “Every inch, twist and turn. I was there during your rise and I’ll still be there during your fall, higher than I’ve ever been,” he answered. “So go on, push my buttons and see what I do to you.”

[cordeliawintour]

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[cordeliawintour]

“Little hobby?”  Cordelia arched a perfectly sculpted eyebrow as he continued to demean her career and the years of work that she had put into.  “I run a multi-billion dollar corporation with publications on six out of the seven continents.  My magazine shapes the minds of generations and influences the trends around the world.  From fashion to entertainment and even politics, people to turn to me to tell them how to think.”  Her words were sharp to further make her point though she knew her stubborn ass of an ex-husband would never see past his opinions of her career.  “Speaking of politics, right around election time we are running a delightful little piece about the next mayor of New York City, about his beautiful family and all the wonderful things he plans on doing for this great city.  And then you know what’s going to happen?  All the mindless wives, the ones who stay home because they’re making their husbands’ dreams come true, they are the ones who are going to go out and vote for him because I told them to.  And guess what, Artie, that article isn’t going to be about you.”  

Cordelia was inches away from him when she finished speaking, eyes narrowed as she held her chin up high.  She had never been one to shy away from an argument even when lines had been crossed.  Out of all the people in her life, Arthur was the one who brought out the worse in her and she did the same to him.  “I can’t wait to watch your demanding career burn to the ground so that your son can see what a true loser his father is.”

[arthurdupont]

Arthur laughed. “It’s cute, how you think you have such a great effect on the world, sweetheart. The truth of it is, if you stopped working, no one would notice,” he stated, shaking his head. “But do go on, keep writing your little editorial piece about that daft little boy who’s competing against me. I’ve had my fair share of bad publicity, honey, but we both know I can get through anything. Honestly, Cordelia, don’t you know how easy it is to dismiss a piece that’s run by your ex-wife?” he questioned. “To announce to a world conditioned to snap at a woman, that my ex-wife just happens to be bat shit crazy. Only this time, it’s true,” he stated, keeping his stance, never once breaking eye contact. He wouldn’t dare let his ex-wife see weakness in him.

[cordeliawintour]

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[cordeliawintour]

Cordelia inhaled deeply Arthur pronounced Alejandro’s name wrong on purpose.  He had been doing it since the day he found out her new husband existed and each time it made her blood boil.  The blonde sat up a little straighter as once again he insulted her career, always knowing which buttons to push to get a rise out of her.  Cordelia pursed her lips together and crossed her arms over her chest as she cocked her head to the side.  “Your son? Oh please, I’m surprised to hear you say that when there isn’t a camera around.  Being an actual parent behind closed doors doesn’t help your campaign, or did you forget that?”  She uncrossed her legs and stood up from the desk, hands on her hips now as she took a step closer to him.  “That was always your problem, parading around as if the work you do is more important than mine, better than mine.  You have never understood me or my passions, all you wanted was for me to stand beside you on those stupid campaign stages and play the role of a loving wife and have a roast waiting on the table every single night.  You could never handle that I had a career as demanding as yours.”

[arthurdupont]

Arthur laughed, glancing away from his ex-wife, his gaze elsewhere, yet looking no where, a shake of his head following. “Is it so wrong of me to want to come home to a loving wife?” he questioned, his palm pressing against the wooden table, though he rose thereafter. He would not allow Cordelia of all people to belittle him and his desires in place of hers. “After a hard days work, is it really too much to ask for one home cooked meal and decent enough sex?” he questioned, meeting her now in a half circle, their eyes constant as they locked on one another. He had his perfect vision for his family. He would have a son and a daughter, both as ambitious as he was. His son would look up at him like the hero he believed himself to be, eventually growing up to study law or business, or possibly something political like Arthur himself. His daughter would have the world at her feet, spoiled just as his wife was, yet no daughter came, and his wife proved to be too spoiled, rotten to the core, and distasteful in her actions. His picture perfect family shattered before it could ever blossom. “In any case, I’d hardly call your little hobby as demanding as my career, sweetheart.”

[cordeliawintour]

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[cordeliawintour]

Arthur’s snide comment about trashy magazines poked the fire that always burned in inside of her for him.  He constantly referred to her business as a joke, thinking that fashion wasn’t a career.  It was a multi-billion dollar industry and was more work than he ever did.  He had people making decisions for him, a political staff who advised him on what to do and not to do.  Cordelia was a trendsetter, she dictated what people would wear and didn’t need a team of people making the hard decisions for her.  “I did see the newspaper, and after cutting out Rupert’s adorable photo, I used it to line his canary cage.”  Her arms were crossed over her chest as she walked through the desks, eyeing the premature artwork on the walls and instantly spotting Rupert’s.  It was a picture of two houses, one labeled ‘Mama’s’ and the other ‘Daddy’s’ and he stood in the middle of them.  Arthur’s next comment snapped her attention and she turned towards him, eyes narrowing as he dared insult her figure.  “You should know I am in the best shape of my life.  Alejandro has taught me a lot about flexibility in the bedroom, in fact I never knew sex could be so good until I met him.”  Cordelia smirked as she walked towards him and then right past him to sit herself down on top of the teacher’s desk.  She crossed one leg over the other and rested her hands on either side of her.  “You know, Arthur, if you have more important things to do than speak to your son’s teacher then you should really go.  Clearly you aren’t interested in being here.”

[arthurdupont]

Arthur scoffed. “Any dog can bend a bitch over, sweetheart. I wouldn’t call that flexibility. Truthfully, I’m surprised you’re still with him. One day you’ll see what I see: that your dear Alexander is as gay as a hermaphrodite in a rainbow speedo,” he replied nonchalantly, as his eyes traveled the room around them. This classroom was far smaller than he originally imagined. If it were up to him, Rupert would have been attending a different school, somewhere far closer to his own home, and a great deal away from Cordelia. But Rupert insisted that this was the place where he wanted to attend. This was where he had friends. Arthur had stopped listening thereafter. “I know you must have all the time in the world, Cordelia, but some of us have actual things they have to do,” Arthur answered as his ex-wife brought him back to the world. “Waiting for some imbecile who’s late for her own appointment isn’t at the top of my list, but my son is,” she answered, starring at her directly this time.

[cordeliawintour]

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[arthurdupont]

cordeliawintour:

Cordelia gave him a sarcastic smile after his comment before pursing her lips together.  “I’ve been to the depths of hell and back, it’s called being married to you.”  She wiped away any amusement from her faith, meaning each word she said.  There was more that she hated than the years she spent married to the man standing across from her.  The only good to have come from their relationship was their soon, although maybe it was also a bad thing considering Rupert was the reason they still needed to see one another.  Cordelia turned her attention away from Arthur and looked at the janitor walking towards them.  She snapped her fingers to get his attention then pointed at the door.  “Could you unlock this, now?  We have a meeting in here.”  The janitor muttered something under his breath before unlocking the classroom door and Cordelia wasted no time in walking in before Arthur, not bothering to hold the door open for him.  “You know, I told the dean to take you off as a contact for Rupert.  I’ll have to have another word with him about the lack of involvement you have in your son’s life.”  She dropped her Chanel bag on one of the desks and looked around the classroom before letting her eyes fall onto Arthur.  “You look like shit by the way.  Are you letting your intern whores dress you now too?”

Arthur scoffed. “You should put down those trashy magazines once in a while and pick up a newspaper. Little Rupert and I are on last week’s front page,” he informed. His son was a key player in his political rise. Everyone loved a good family story and the press ate up the single father card more than they ever did with the whole family in play. He couldn’t have asked for a better gold card. Entering into the classroom, Arthur moved towards the front of the room. “Though I suppose I should be congratulating you. You are pregnant, after all. Or have you just gotten fat,” he asked, though there was no question in his voice. Sitting himself down on one of the miniscule seats, Arthur sighed. “Where the devil is that idiotic teacher,” he muttered, glancing back at the door with no avail. Was it honestly necessary to call the both of them in? Despite his words, this was the last place he wanted to be. There were so many other better things to be doing. Better people. Especially in comparison to his ex-wife.

[cordeliawintour]

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Prada heels clicked on hardwood floors as Cordelia walked down the halls of her son’s private school, iPhone pressed to her ear as she rapidly spoke to her assistant.  “I don’t care, I don’t fucking care.  We told Saint Laurent months ago we needed the spring designs for the issue and if they never want to be featured in Vogue again then we will gladly cut all ties.  You tell them that, got it?  I’m not bluffing, there are plenty of other designers we can put on the cover.”  Cordelia tapped a manicured finger to end the call and stopped in front of the classroom door, hand grabbing the door handle only to find that it was locked.  “Christ.”  She groaned and went to call the school when she heard a set of footsteps down the hall, assuming it was Rupert’s teacher, but instead was greeted with the sight of her ex-husband.  “What the hell are you doing here?”

[arthurdupont]

An exaggerated laugh followed the clank of the door against the metal frame as Arthur Du Pont entered the secluded halls of his son’s elementary school. Empty classrooms with lights shut off passed him left and right, his voice carrying through the hall as he spoke through the earpiece. “Oh, John. We’re going to get along fan-tastic,” he told the other end. “I’ve got a good feeling about this. I’ll have my security patch up a meeting date between us,” he went on, lifting his phone from his pocket and typing a quick text to his secretary, who followed with a message of what she’d rather be doing for him. With a smirk on his lips, Arthur ended the phone call quickly after. “We’ll get in contact soon. Say hello to the wife and kids for me,” he went on in his most politician-like voice, hanging up swiftly after, his phone lifted from his pockets again, though the text cut short as another voice the hall. “Oh no,” he muttered, the discontent clear on his features as he approached his ex-wife. “Hello Sweetie. Aren’t you suppose to be in Milan or rotting in the depths of hell or something?”