Such A Bitch

~Anne~

Instead of heading to the palace, I made a turn and headed to Trump’s house. There was nothing exciting in the palace anyway.

Randall was out to be with Daciana, making it the perfect time to spend more time with Trump.

Getting to his house, I slammed into the couch in his living room. He looked out of his door before shutting it.

“This is a surprise. You didn’t tell me you’ll be coming.” He uttered, shutting the door.

“That’s because I didn’t know I’d be heading here. Apparently, Randall doesn’t care about me. So, here I am.” I muttered, looking at him and pointing to the heels I wore.

“He doesn’t care about you? Where is that coming from?” He asked, pulling a chair to my front. He sat and I placed my leg on his thighs.

“He’s been pretty busy these past few days, trying to set up a dinner for his proposal to Daciana. I had to go to the restaurant to see him and I wasn’t even allowed inside because he ordered that no one should be in there until tomorrow, the