Mr. President: You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets - Chapter 226

Chapter 226: 226- Rafael’s New Business Idea

He turned to her, and Marissa could see that for some reason he was beaming, “We are all starving, so we need to fix something for breakfast first.”

Fix something for breakfast?

Maybe he paid the amount for the tour and for using their dining room but did not get the breakfast made.

It must not be included in the deal.

The servants who were passing by, Marissa found them extremely polite, and she felt a little embarrassed in their presence.

Rafael signaled Emily to come over, “Take the kids into the garden, until their breakfast is ready.”

He then grabbed Marissa’s hand and guided her to the kitchen. And oh, man!

She wasn’t ready for this lavish kitchen that seemed more like a high-end restaurant kitchen. Sleek and modern.

The gleaming marble countertops, high-end stainless-steel appliances, and the large windows that opened in the kitchen garden.

It was such a pristine and immaculate kitchen that Marissa could just stare at it but didn’t want to work there for fear that it might get dirty.

She was so engrossed in its beauty that she didn’t realize that all this time Rafael was watching her closely, taking in all her expressions and beauty.

A uniformed woman appeared there who offered them to make breakfast. Marissa took a sigh of relief. She didn’t want to touch this perfect kitchen. What if she did something wrong or broke a precious piece and Rafael would have to pay a fine because of her?

But she was in for a shock when Rafael shook his head, “No need,” he said moving towards the drawer and dismissed the woman.

He pulled it open and took out two aprons handing one to Marissa.

“What…?” Marissa blinked, in a state of daze.

Without uttering another word, Rafael started tying the apron around his waist and for some reason, she found it utterly se*xy.

His face broke into a wide grin when he saw her mouth open in surprise, “Come on. Let’s get started. We don’t need to stay hungry for long. You need to get your ass moving.”

Marissa didn’t budge. She stayed there, seeing Rafael taking out the pots and pans as if he knew the place.

He had started mixing some ingredients in a bowl, “Marissa. Sweetheart. It’s ok if you don’t want to cook. Just don’t complain about burnt food later.”

Marissa swallowed and started slipping the apron slowly. The morning had turned about a lot differently than she had expected.

She suddenly felt light and even chuckled.

He brought her here because he had somehow guessed that she and Alex liked the place. This was the best date ever so far where their kids were also involved.

Wearing the apron she was standing in the middle of the kitchen, smiling to herself like a fool. Nothing had prepared her for the attack when a cloth was hit on her bum.

“Ouch!” she placed her hand there and watched Rafael who had switched on the mixer.

“The one who won’t help in the kitchen, won’t get the food!” he drawled.

She squinted, “Ahan. And whose saying is it?”

He bowed, placing his hand on his chest, “It’s my saying, my lord”

Marissa cocked up a brow, “Really? Then bring it on!”

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Rafael smudged some flour on Marissa’s nose tip as she was pressing the frosting cone over the stack of pancakes.

“Is this strawberry-flavored frosting?” he asked her who was still engrossed in her work. She just hummed and then slid back the dish on the counter to have a better look at it.

“Eggs are also ready,” she said more to herself and then went to the wok where tomato soup was simmering.

“I don’t want this strawberry flavor on my pancakes,” Rafael told her who was now busy pouring the soup in a ceramic pot.

“Oh? Then maybe go for pancake syrup and cream,” she placed back the wok on the stove and then started garnishing green onion chunks over the soup.

“Nah. I only like one strawberry,” he said meaningfully, and she halted in her actions. He was referring to her.

Her taste!

He walked up behind her and brought his face near her shoulder, “Don’t forget. I’ve already tasted you. Can’t seem to go for any other strawberry. I’m addicted to this one.”

Marissa tried to laugh it off, but his deep voice had moved heartstrings inside her chest.

Putting the onion chunks on the counter, she turned to face him and took him by surprise when wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Then tell me, My lord. When do you want to have THIS strawberry again?” she chewed her lower lip se*xily and his eyes instantly dipped down.

“Oh,” he closed his eyes, “That’s a tempting offer.”

“I know,” she nodded at him, and he could see the amusement in her black eyes, “Still I’m making the offer. But just to remind you,” her face went stern in minutes, “Last time, Sophie walked in. Now what do you have in mind?”

Rafael rolled his lips between his teeth at the sudden transformation, not wanting to laugh loudly. It could make her angrier.

“How about,” he started teasing the t-shirt material on her shoulder, “… we give a chance to all the servants living here to watch the show. We can fix a small fee. Believe me. We can earn enough!”

Marissa’s jaw was hung open. Was he suggesting…?

“You mean to say, you want to open a po*rn house where we could act and …” she trailed off because he was already shaking his head.

“Nah. Not exactly po*rn. How about soft po*rn where we’ll just need to show your beautiful bo*obs and my tight ass. I will be doing all the action. Like you just need to lay under me and…”

Marissa was nodding her head, with a forced smile. Her hand crawled to the counter where the kitchen towel was placed. After grabbing it, she raised her hand above to hit it on his shoulder and he hurriedly placed his arm before his face to keep himself safe, though his shoulders had started shaking with laughter.

Suddenly there was a knock at the kitchen door. She was happy that the staff didn’t come inside without permission.

She quickly dropped her hand by her side.

Rafael’s demeanor changed within seconds, from playful to authoritative, “Yes!” his voice boomed in the kitchen.

“Sir. There is a man outside. He wants to talk to you. Mister Andrew White.”

Rafael kissed Marissa’s forehead, “I won’t be long. Ok?” he told her softly.

While leaving the kitchen, he wondered what Andrew was doing there when he had already sold the property to Rafael Sinclair.