Startling Revelations
Alexander felt as though he was on cloud nine.
6 weeks of random gifts, fun dates, and shared beds with Thomas Jefferson had made him feel like a teenager again.
Before he could think more about it, half of the office bursts through his door, demanding answers.
“Jefferson?” Angelica demands.
“Thomas?” James questions.
“Dating….” Peggy starts.
“Or an affair?” Maria finishes.
“Shovel talk?” Martha says.
“Or do we need to bury him?” the other Martha, or Mary for short, says, walking in with Eliza.
“Do you care for him?” Eliza asks.
“Or is he taking advantage of you?” Aaron snarls.
“I have alibis ready if we need to kill him,” Dolley says.
Washington snorts. “Alibis? I have a whole damn cover story.”
“Mon ami, is he nice?” Lafayette asks.
“I’ll sew his fingers to his face if he isn’t,” Hercules threatens.
There was a pause. Alexander looks at Laurens as he was the only one who had yet to speak.
“I just came here to watch the drama unfold,” John says, shrugging his shoulders when he notices Alexander’s look,
Alexander laughs. “We’re fine. Yes, I’m with Thomas, we’ve been going out for about 6 weeks. He’s nice and I’m pretty sure he’s spoiling me more than he’s supposed to.”
“How much is he spoiling you?” George asks.
Though Alexander hates to admit it, he sees the man as a father.
“That pile of gifts is just the past two days,” Alexander says, pointing to 6 or 7 gifts lying on the corner unwrapped.
The group visibly relaxes.
John pouts. “So no murder of important people?”
“No, John. No,” Alexander says with a small smile.
“I don’t like that Sally Hemings,” Aaron says.
Angelica nods in agreement with her husband.
“Who’s that?” Alexander asks.
“Jefferson’s new secretary. She’s been all over him from day one,” Peggy says with disdain.
Alexander looks shocked. “He never told me about her.”
Hercule is on his feet in an instance. “So it’s this bitch, not Jefferson we need to kill.”
“Ma cher, sit down. Let’s talk like civilized people, d’accord?” Lafayette says, calming his husband.
“I’ll speak to him about it later,” Alexander says. “I have work to do. Now shoo.”
Alexander waves everyone out of his office but Eliza stops him.
“We are going on vacation. Thomas said he would look into your debt plan the next week so we’re going upstate,” Eliza said to the man.
Alexander smiles. “I would love to, Betsey. As long as I can still work.”
Eliza hums at the use of the nickname.
“I’ll pick you up tomorrow morning, 8 sharp.”
“Ugh. I swear you don’t know what sleep is.”
Alexander was making coffee in the break room before strong arms envelop him and a broad chest presses against his back.
Alex tilts his head up to be rewarded by a kiss from Thomas.
“How was your day?” Thomas asks once they broke apart.
“Shitty colleagues, stupid paperwork, friends threatening to kill your boyfriend. The usual,” Alexander says, sipping his coffee.
Thomas laughs but is cut short when a sharp voice cuts across the room.
“Mr. Jefferson, you have a meeting in 5 minutes,” Sally says sharply.
The female omega was glaring daggers at Alexander. Alexander merely smiles aggravatingly back.
Thomas groans. “I gotta go, doll. I’ll see you in a bit, hm?”
“Sounds great,” Alexander says, stealing one last kiss from his alpha’s lips.
Five minutes later, he was about to leave the break room, when sharp voices were heard outside.
Alexander frowns but leans towards the door to listen anyways.
“...Can’t just do that! I love Alexander and you can’t do anything about it!”
That was Thomas. Alexander was certain of it.
“He’s just using you! I could give you so much more!”
That was that woman, Sally, from earlier.
Alexander decides that from now on, he will always hate her voice with a passion, no matter what.
“Ms. Hemings, if you would like to keep your job, I suggest you stop talking.”
“You’re making a mistake.”
“Goodbye.”
Alexander chooses that moment to walk out the door.
Thomas freezes and Sally turns and walks away.
“How much did you hear?” Thomas asks.
“Enough to say I love you too, idiot,” Alexander says, kissing Thomas.
The alpha grins into the kiss.
“So, finally thinking of wedding bells?” Thomas smirks, pressing Alexander to the wall.
“Well, we aren’t getting any younger, are we? I have to go home. I’m going upstate with Eliza for the week. Don’t die, please.” Alexander says as he leaves.
Thomas laughs. “I’ll try my hardest not to.”