The Presidents Secret

Twenty

"I just don't get why he wants to see me if he hates me so much" I said to Ashlee. Patrick walked in trying to get a comb through his hair. "Baby come here" He walked over to me. I grabbed the comb turning him around and started to brush through his rats nest.

"Maybe he wants to ask for an endorsement" she said shrugging.

"I'm not endorsing Trump"

"Ew. Racist carrot" Patrick mumbled.

"Racist carrots coming for a visit" I said.

"Ew! No! Never mind, Andy!" he yelled. Andy walked in.

"Yes sir?" he asked.

"I wanna-"

"Never mind Andy" I said cutting him off.

"Okay Mr. President"

"Uh, Andy. I've never asked before but, how's your husband? And child?" I mumbled. Patrick looked a little shell shocked. "Joe and Ruby right?"

"Yes sir, they're well. I'm seeing them tonight" He said.

"That's good" I said gently "You're dismissed. I guess bring Mr. Trump up when he's here"

"Yes Mr. President" He left the room closing the door.

"Y-you, I" Ashlee stuttered. She shook her head "Wow" I finished brushing through Patricks hair silently. "Okay. Well, I'm gonna go prep for the uhm Douchebag, Patrick can you please go find Pete cause I mean evidently he's not here" I stuck my tongue out as her as she left. She held up her middle finger closing the door.

"I love that woman" Patrick giggled.

"Hey, be nice when Trumps here"

"And miss my chance to tell fuckface off? Why?" He pouted.

"Because it's a quick visit. He's probably asking for an endorsement" He sat down on the couch crossing his arms.

"Hey if Trump wins will he be sleeping on the same bed we just fucked on?" He asked.

"Ew" I shuddered "I don't wanna think of him in my bed"

"He's not that attractive"

"He's old and fat" Patrick giggled at me. "But be nice, okay?"

"No promises" He went over to the mini fridge searching through for something. He pulled out a soda.

"Patrick" I crossed my arms. He hugged my waist and pouted.

"You're the one making me deal with the racist carrot" He leaned upwards "Kiss me and maybe I'll be nice" I pecked his lips. "Thats not a kiss" I kissed him properly this time. "Thank you"

"Hm" He pouted more.

"Why do you seem so tense baby?"

"I don't know"

"How long till he gets here?" He kissed my cheek down to my jawline.

"No. Not right now" I moved him away "Go see Ashlee" I waved him away.

"No" he crossed his arms "Stop telling me what to do"

"Patrick-"

"Peter" He cut me off. We glared at each other. "Want another punch?"

"Yes" He aimed but I flinched away. "Okay no"

"I'll go see Ashlee. But you need to stop treating me like a five year old"
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I heard Ashlee yelling from downstairs. Then I heard Patrick yelling. Then someone I sadly had to know. I groaned pinching the bridge of my nose. Andy opened the door.

"I'm coming" I sighed. He led me downstairs to the screaming. "Hey!" I yelled "What the hell is going on here!?" All three looked up at me "Patrick!?" I was pissed. I said no one start shit but of course someone starts shit.

"He started saying some really gross things about Ashlee so I defended her because she started defending herself" He mumbled.

"Ashlee is this true?" I asked.

"Yes sir" she whispered. "He said me getting on my knees would be a pretty sight" I sighed in annoyance. Trump looked like he did nothing wrong.

"I would appreciate you not talking about my staff like that. Have you no respect for women? Understand that women are not your play toys dog" I snapped. Everyone looked at me in shock "If you want a play toy you do have a wife. So go fetch" Now he looked a bit shocked. "If you're not here for anything important I'd like you to leave. For upsetting my assistant and my boyfriend"
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"Trump announced his VP" Ashlee said.  Patrick frowned at her.  He and I had been cuddling on the couch since the douchefuck left.  I ran my finger through his hair. 

"Oh?" I asked.

"It's your ex wife"