Mr. President: You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets - Chapter 219

Chapter 219: 219- Nothing Like She expected

Instead of hiring a cab, Valerie was running like a mad woman in a random direction. Marissa and Rafael. They had babies?

They had daughters?

When all this time, she was fighting the fertility issues, Marissa had been popping out his kids quite effortlessly?

She had almost forgotten how to breathe. Her legs were moving on their own, faster and faster, as if she was trying to outrun the truth.

Passersby were turning their heads, frowning at the crazy woman racing the sidewalk with wild desperate eyes.

But she didn’t care. Let them stare!

They don’t know what I’m going through. The sister who was nothing in front of me. The girl who could never take the limelight away from me, was now the mom of his daughters.

“Hey, watch out!” a man yelled who she bumped into. He was coming out of a café holding coffee, but she nearly knocked it out of his hands.

He stumbled, muttering angrily, but Valerie’s mind barely registered what happened. She just muttered a breathless apology and then turned to run away.

Her vision was blurred with hot tears, and she wiped them away with the back of her hand. She felt like her chest could explode with emotions.

How dare you, Marissa!

How could you even think to come close to Rafael? No matter if he is my husband, and we don’t have an intimate relationship anymore. You were supposed to stay at a distance.

He could never be your husband, Marissa.

He belonged to me. To Valerie. No matter if he will get the divorce. He will always belong to me.

He isn’t made for you, Marissa. Can’t you get it through your thick skull?

More than Rafael, Marissa was on her mind. She was blind to the people around her who were stepping aside as she pushed past them. Some were whispering and some were shaking their heads.

The voices in her head had taken over everything. The pain ripping through her chest was becoming unbearable.

She wasn’t aware of how long she kept running until someone grabbed her arm, to force her to stop. Valerie jolted, winking rapidly as she found Ethan standing there. The concern was etched on his face.

His lips were moving, maybe asking her something but she couldn’t hear him.

Without warning, Valerie’s knees buckled, her eyes rolled back, and she collapsed into Ethan’s arms.

The last thought on her mind before losing her consciousness was not Rafael but Marissa.

For her, the night had turned out to be nothing like she expected.

***

“Tell me. Were you really missing me?” Rafael broke the kiss and asked her in a breathless whisper.

Marissa could still feel the coffee taste on his lips, “Were you missing me?” She answered his question with another question. Something he always hated.

But for some fu*cking reason, he seemed to find it so fu*cking sexy.

“Damn. Yes. Why do you think I’m here tonight? At this hour. In this kitchen?” He started nibbling her ear and she moaned loudly.

“Are you liking it?” He asked her flushed face, with her eyes rolled back, her head bent backward.

She couldn’t speak so she nodded in answer.

“Good. Now back to my question. Were you missing me?” She moved her dazed glance to his face. The cockiness was back there, but she could see something different in his eyes.

Vulnerability.

He wanted her to tell him that she missed him. She felt the warmth wrapping around her heart. Cupping his cheek, she smiled softly “Yes. I missed you.”

The gentle acceptance made his face go intense.

“Then this goes for a treat, I guess!” before she could understand, his hands held her thighs and she was raised until she was sitting on the granite counter. It felt cool against her butt.

She thanked God that she decided to wear those panties.

“Treat on the counter?” she cocked up a brow, “What kind of treat is it?”

He chuckled softly and Marissa was very much aware of his hands rubbing dangerously close to her underwear.

“The treat I have in mind, needs a counter,” he started circling his thumb on her thigh skin, “This treat suggests that you should be above the ground, and I should be…” he paused a little dramatically and Marissa held her breath waiting for him to continue, “I should be beneath you,” He muttered under his breath.

She realized they were staring at each other in silence.

“Y…” her throat tightened as she chuckled nervously, “You mean I’ll be on this counter, and you will be on the floor?”

“No,” he whispered, “You’ll be on the counter and my mouth will be beneath you.”

“Ahan!” she curved down her lips not letting him show what tsunami was going on inside her body, “What else does it involve?”

“It needs taking off your panties too. If you are up to it,” he said without breaking the eye contact. She gulped hard and then her hand went inside that oversized t-shirt to hook her thumb to the waistband.

“Umm hmm, strawberry. Let me do the honors,” the smile on her face had already gone, and in its place was raw desire.

She didn’t want to be dishonest to him. Just this evening, she was telling Sophie he wasn’t taking a stand on her behalf in front of his mom and wife.

If it was a random one-night stand, she could have moved ahead and offered him to sleep with her. She would have even begged.

But no.

In the past, she gave in to her love and desires and it got her nothing. He needed to stand up for her and tell the world who she was to him.

How could she sleep with a man and let him fu*ck when he didn’t own her?

“There is some serious shit going on inside your head,” his eyes were locked to hers, “Tell me. What is it?”

“Maybe someday,” she raised one shoulder nonchalantly, “this isn’t the time to talk. Don’t you agree?”

His face lit up when he heard that, “Yeah. Agree!”

Marissa shuddered in excitement. For her, the night had turned out to be nothing like she expected.

***

When Sophia bolted up in her bed, she was sweating profusely.

“God! What kind of hot dream was it? Joseph was being so naughty!” she threw the covers away and got to her feet. Her bladder was almost full, and she needed to relieve herself.

The wet dream had made her wet down there and she couldn’t wait to meet Joseph. She wished they could be at least friendly enough to talk dirty on the phone.

When she was coming out of the bathroom, she felt something was missing. And then her sleepy brain reminded her of her friend.

Marissa?

“Oh, shit! Where is Marissa?” she hastily put on her robe and went out of the room, expecting to find her either sleeping in her room or drinking coffee in the kitchen.

Nopes! She was nowhere in sight.

“Marissa!” She called her name and hoped that her friend was safe and didn’t get kidnapped.

With a racing heart, she looked around and thought of calling Rafael when her eyes caught something. Two coffee cups.

One was empty and the other was half filled.

Did she have company?

She went back to Marissa’s room to look for her and checked her bathroom.

“Marissa!” she called her name again and went back to the living room. Not knowing what to do, she went to the kitchen and sensed the light aroma of coffee.

“Where are you, girl?” she thought again to call Rafael, and if by any chance he wouldn’t respond then she was going to call the police.

She was still pacing around in the living room when she heard some odd noises close by. She tried to hear it carefully.

The noise was odd.

“Where is it coming from? Even my TV is switched off,” she decided to go to the exit door and peek outside but then decided against it and went to the window.

A familiar car was parked there.

“Rafael?”

Shut up, Sophie? Rafael isn’t the only one who owns a Porsche.

With a groan, she decided to open the door and step out, just to have a look. She crossed the short flight of stairs and found the commercial kitchen door slightly ajar.

“Oh, God. How can I leave it open? Marissa will kill me!”

Muttering to herself she was about to close the door when she noticed that the noise was coming from inside.

She sneaked a look inside and couldn’t see anything unusual at first glance.

And then a smile crawled to her lips when her eyes registered Marissa, leaning back on the counter, moaning loudly.

Poor Mar!

She must have come here to let me sleep in peace.

Oh, Mar. I’m your friend. You can use the vibrator in your room too. I won’t mind!

She walked ahead to close the fridge door that was half-opened. Her friend was enjoying the vibrator. She wanted to tease Marissa before leaving the kitchen when Marissa tilted her head with a frown and found Sophie there.

In her panic, with full strength Marissa bellowed, making Sophie’s ears pierced.

Before Sophie could stop her, she found a head between Marissa’s legs, and then a pair of green eyes raised to look at her.

The smile on Sophie’s face vanished and she let out a piercing scream.

Poor Rafael who didn’t know what exactly went wrong, shrieked with all his might.

For Sophie, the night had turned out to be nothing like she expected.