Donald woke up at 3 in the morning to an empty bed. Confused, he turned on the lamp on his bedside table and got up. He had absolutely no idea where Joe could have wandered off to. Donald assumed it was nothing serious, but he walked out of the bedroom to look for him.
"Joe? Are you there?"
Donald then started hearing noises coming from their guest bedroom. No... not just noises... That was moaning.
"Joe?"
Donald creaked open the door to their guest bedroom. Inside the room was Joe and another man. That other man was Barack Obama.
Joe was fucking Obama.
Joe looked over and realized Donald was watching them.
"Oh shit... Donald... It's not what it looks like."
"HOW COULD YOU?? HOW COULD YOU TAKE ANOTHER MAN TO OUR PRIVATE LAND, INTO OUR MANSION, AND CHEAT ON ME WITH HIM? I THOUGHT WE HAD SOMETHING SPECIAL."
Donald slammed the door and ran. Joe followed after him. He knew he messed up big time.
"Donald wait!"
He just kept running, not even knowing where he was going. He couldn't believe Joe. How terrible he was to do this to him. Donald only wanted one thing at the moment. To die.
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ᴘᴀɪɴ - Triden
Roman d'amourDonald is going through a rough patch in his life... can Joe save him? Or is he too far gone?
