enemies to lovers

chapter 2

as donald slowed to a walk, because since he was a little kid he was never able to run very far, he tried to clear his mind of all the impure thoughts he had for joe. but the wrinkly grey haired man would always cloud over his fantasy of his picture perfect family, even his hot daughters, or trophy wife couldn't take his mind off of his feelings for his enemy.

he started to think that maybe he loved jo- no no donald would never do that as a catholic man that goes to church at least twice every year!

when he walked through his front door, he was greeted with melania, his seventh true love. but, for some reason, none of his past relationships have filled the great hole in his chest. none of them did, until he met...

ya. he knew what he had to do now.

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joe sat on the chair of his dressing room, looking in the mirror, trying to find himself. even though it was his reflection staring back at him, he never felt like he truly belonged somewhere, he never felt like he was truly loved, and he certainly never felt like whole.

joe felt lost without him, and he knew he had feelings for donald subconsciously, because everytime he would look, talk, or even think about donald, he would always get butterflies.  but, as with most politicians, he couldnt come to terms with his new feelings for his supposed enemy.

joe knew he should hate donald and everything he does, but, instead, he is infatuated by his narcism, spray on tans, sexism, and thin blonde hair. he couldnt look away, and donald just wouldnt leave his mind. that stubborn bastard.

joe understood that he would have to put his fear aside and come to terms with how he feels about donald to fill this gaping, lonely hole in his life.

joe knew what he had to do.