Trump Tales (Donald Trump x reader)

Chapter 7

~Donald's POV~

Inauguration Day had been rough. I was exhausted by the time I finally got home. Melania was in the shower now and I seized the moment to look at my phone.

I opened up my texts and read through them. Although, I only read one. It was the same text I had been staring at for weeks. The text from (Y/N). "Congrats, Donald!" it had read. I still remember the day I had opened it, like it was yesterday. The text made not only my phone light up, but my face as well. I missed (Y/N), but I had to break things off before we got too close.

The truth was, I felt a strong connection to (Y/N), and the night we slept together I knew it was something special. That was nothing like my nights with Melania. It was primitive, explorational and wonderful. It was pure magic. And I had felt something that night. Something I had never felt before in my entire 70 years of life. I felt love.

I had left the message on read because I knew that if I had replied I would get drawn back into (Y/N)'s charms. Our relationship couldn't continue. If the media found out, I would be ruined. But the truth is, although it may say read, it never said how many times it was read. 143 times I had read over that text and 143 times I had wanted to reply, but I couldn't let anything distract me from my duties.

The inauguration today was long and boring and honestly, I hated every minute of it. Well, except one minute.
One minute where I enjoyed myself. It was the minute I saw (Y/N). I should have expected (Y/N) to be there, it was sure to happen. I just never thought I would notice. Yet, for a brief moment, our eyes locked and I could feel my mouth become dry, my palms become sweatier than normal and my breath catching. Oh, how I missed (Y/N)...

Melania returned all too quickly. I shut off my phone and placed it beside me while she pathetically disrobed herself. If only it were (Y/N)...

~Your POV~

You sighed and laid down on the guest bed in James' house. You had been crashing here ever since your mom kicked you out.

You pulled out your phone and opened up your messages. You were about to type something to Donald when you sighed. "What's the point, he obviously doesn't care," you said to yourself. You tossed your phone down to your feet and began to cry. You cried about everything. About your mom. About Donald. About the things he made you feel.

You remembered the brief moment at the inauguration that your eyes had locked. It felt like there was something there. Something real. But you knew it could never happen, especially now that he was president. "Oh Donald," you said softly in between sobs.
Suddenly your phone buzzed, tearing you away from your sadness. You scrambled to the edge of the bed to grab it and you turned it over. Your hands began to shake and your breath caught in your throat as you read the words on the screen.

iMessage
Donald: You up? ;)