Radioactive Love {FINISHED}

The Meeting; Chapter 3

Kim's POV

I get up happily, packing my bags while playing my favorite rapper 6ix9ine. I pack all of my cutest outfits and lots of pregnancy tests. I'm finally done and I make my way over to my private jet.

My personal assistant, Yu Stin Ki Pu, puts my bags somewhere in the jet like the engine or something. I get in the jet and sit down, listening to Deepthroat by Cupcake while falling asleep.

I wake up a long time later, arriving at the White House. I get out of my jet and cartwheel towards the White House while grabbing my beaver and chucking it at the door to make an entrance. The door breaks open and i sashay my way into the White House.

I run in and am greeted by Obama. We both slap each other's legs as a manly greeting. "Hallo Rock Obama, where is Mr. Trump?" I ask, taking out my nun chucks and spinning them. "Upstairs dude" Obama says, pointing to the top floor.

I do a 5 yard dash to Trump's room and do a somersault when I enter. "MR. TRUMP!" I yodel, jumping so high onto him that I landed on his head. "Kimmy baby!" He yells, grabbing my feet and hoisting me onto his head. We stay like that for a long time.

I finally get off and we hold hands and skip outside, Hillary Clinton giving me a death stare and Obama and his wife throwing gang signs. I could not stop blushing, I never want this moment to end!

We get outside and sit on the grass next to a lake. We make out and he takes his weave off to reveal his nice, sexy, circular head. I smiled shyly and stare into the distance.