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Our photo team shot the Trumps on the lush grounds of their Florida estate, and I interviewed them about how happy their first year of marriage had been. When we took a break for the then-very-pregnant Melania to go upstairs and change wardrobe for more photos, Donald wanted to show me around the mansion. There was one ātremendousā room in particular, he said, that I just had to see.
We walked into that room alone, and Trump shut the door behind us. I turned around, and within seconds he was pushing me against the wall and forcing his tongue down my throat.
Now, Iām a tall, strapping girl who grew up wrestling two giant brothers. I even once sparred with Mike Tyson. It takes a lot to push me. But Trump is much bigger ā a looming figure ā and he was fast, taking me by surprise and throwing me off balance. I was stunned. And I was grateful when Trumpās longtime butler burst into the room a minute later, as I tried to unpin myself.
The butler informed us that Melania would be down momentarily, and it was time to resume the interview.
I was still in shock and remained speechless as we both followed him to an outdoor patio overlooking the grounds. In those few minutes alone with Trump, my self-esteem crashed to zero. How could the actions of one man make me feel so utterly violated? Iād been interviewing A-list celebrities for over 20 years, but what heād done was a first. Did he think Iād be flattered?
I tried to act normal. I had a job to do, and I was determined to do it. I sat in a chair that faced Trump, who waited for his wife on a loveseat. The butler left us, and I fumbled with my tape recorder. Trump smiled and leaned forward.
āYou know weāre going to have an affair, donāt you?ā he declared, in the same confident tone he uses when he says heās going to make America great again. āHave you ever been to Peter Lugerās for steaks? Iāll take you. Weāre going to have an affair, Iām telling you.ā He also referenced the infamous cover of the New York Post during his affair with Marla Maples.
āYou remember,ā he said. āāBest Sex I Ever Had.ā ā
Melania walked in just then, serene and glowing. Donald instantly reverted back to doting husband mode, as if nothing had happened, and we continued our interview about their wedded bliss. I nodded at his hollow words and smiled at his jokes, but I was nauseated. It didnāt seem to register to him in the slightest that what heād done might have hurt or offended me, or his wife.
An hour later, I was back at my hotel. My shock began to wear off and was replaced by anger. I kept thinking, Why didnāt I slug him? Why couldnāt I say anything?
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I just start kissing them,ā he said to Bush. āItās like a magnet. Just kiss. I donāt even wait. And when youāre a star, they let you do it. You can do anything.ā
Physically Attacked by Donald Trump ā a PEOPLE Writerās Own Harrowing Story
We walked into that room alone, and Trump shut the door behind us. I turned around, and within seconds he was pushing me against the wall and forcing his tongue down my throat.
Now, Iām a tall, strapping girl who grew up wrestling two giant brothers. I even once sparred with Mike Tyson. It takes a lot to push me. But Trump is much bigger ā a looming figure ā and he was fast, taking me by surprise and throwing me off balance. I was stunned. And I was grateful when Trumpās longtime butler burst into the room a minute later, as I tried to unpin myself.
The butler informed us that Melania would be down momentarily, and it was time to resume the interview.
I was still in shock and remained speechless as we both followed him to an outdoor patio overlooking the grounds. In those few minutes alone with Trump, my self-esteem crashed to zero. How could the actions of one man make me feel so utterly violated? Iād been interviewing A-list celebrities for over 20 years, but what heād done was a first. Did he think Iād be flattered?
I tried to act normal. I had a job to do, and I was determined to do it. I sat in a chair that faced Trump, who waited for his wife on a loveseat. The butler left us, and I fumbled with my tape recorder. Trump smiled and leaned forward.
āYou know weāre going to have an affair, donāt you?ā he declared, in the same confident tone he uses when he says heās going to make America great again. āHave you ever been to Peter Lugerās for steaks? Iāll take you. Weāre going to have an affair, Iām telling you.ā He also referenced the infamous cover of the New York Post during his affair with Marla Maples.
āYou remember,ā he said. āāBest Sex I Ever Had.ā ā
Melania walked in just then, serene and glowing. Donald instantly reverted back to doting husband mode, as if nothing had happened, and we continued our interview about their wedded bliss. I nodded at his hollow words and smiled at his jokes, but I was nauseated. It didnāt seem to register to him in the slightest that what heād done might have hurt or offended me, or his wife.
An hour later, I was back at my hotel. My shock began to wear off and was replaced by anger. I kept thinking, Why didnāt I slug him? Why couldnāt I say anything?
fits right in with ..
I just start kissing them,ā he said to Bush. āItās like a magnet. Just kiss. I donāt even wait. And when youāre a star, they let you do it. You can do anything.ā
Physically Attacked by Donald Trump ā a PEOPLE Writerās Own Harrowing Story
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