Mr. President: You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets - Chapter 238

Chapter 238: 238- The Night

Marissa had left the office without a backward glance. She was still fuming when she joined Rafael in the car.

“Is everything alright, sweetheart?” She shrugged it off with a careless chuckle.

It was supposed to be her best time because tonight she was planning to hand over her soul to her husband. Her heart already belonged to him.

Delinda destroyed that happiness.

“Yeah. I’m all good. Why?” She tilted her head to eye him and jerked her head to the START button, “Come on. Fire up the engine.”

He kept staring at her face, trying to decide if he should try to know more about it, and then leaned back with a sigh to start the car. When the car began moving, Marissa’s eyes were on the road ahead, thinking of Delinda.

“Marissa. Should I drop you off at Sophie’s place?” Furrowing her brows, she turned her head and found him looking ahead on the road.

“Why would you do that?”

Wasn’t there a silent pact between them that he would let her be naughty in bed tonight?

“You need a friend, right now, little Greene… I guess,” he stated still not looking at her, “you look upset and it’s just a wild guess but that woman… I think her name is Delinda… she is responsible for your gloomy mood.”

Marissa didn’t want to malign Delinda’s name just because of personal differences. Rafael was Delinda’s boss, and it wasn’t OK for him to show bias in this matter.

“No,” she bent ahead and covered his hand, which was placed casually on the steering wheel, “Aren’t you my friend?” she asked in a low whisper.

Her question caught him off guard, “Me?”

“That’s what we were, when we got married,” this must be the first time she was mentioning marriage with this easy-going smile. Otherwise, she always felt tense whenever he brought up the subject of their past.

He turned his hand up to hold hers, “Yes. We are friends…” he cleared his throat, “How about we also become spouses? Like … For real! Like … not for kids’ sake or for our past’s sake… but for OUR sake…” she had never seen him taking pauses while talking to her.

He had been a born rich brat who was trained for all personal and business conversations from an early age.

This man, who was popular for being cold and calculated, was telling her so sweetly that he wanted to be intimate with her.

Whoa!

She couldn’t wait.

***

When they reached the hotel, Rafael decided to tuck the kids and she thought to give her tired body some self-love.

Feeling bold she even smacked his ass when the kids weren’t looking, taking her husband by surprise.

“You wait for me in that bedroom, strawberry and I’ll tell you what you have got yourself into,” he issued the warning with those intense eyes.

She tried to hold back her laughter because of the presence of Alexander close by but the threat was so smexy that it made her core clench.

The MSin Palace was ready to be moved in, except there were a few changes in the kitchen that Marissa had requested.

Leaving him with the kids, she got back to their room. There were things that needed to be done before he would join her.

First and foremost. A hot bath with a few drops of lavender oil. She wanted to shave her legs too after the bath.

After getting done with everything, she left the tub and stretched.

Wrapped in the hotel’s plush towel, she reached for the vanilla-scented lotion on the counter and took her time massaging it on her body.

Once back in her bedroom, she opened the wardrobe and pulled out a new raw silk nightdress that Sophie forced her into buying.

Buy it! What if some hottie succeeds in grabbing your attention and convinces you to spend the night with him?

Oh, she missed her friend.

Bless you, Sophie. Only I didn’t know that the hottie would be Rafael!

The nightdress was a deep shade of wine red, a delicate lace trimming the neckline and the hem. She slipped the smooth silk over her head, it cascaded down her body, clinging in just the right places.

It hardly reached her meaty thighs, and she was sure that once she walked, the sway of the garment would give the perfect view of the matching panties she was supposed to wear.

She stood in front of the mirror and ran her hands down her sides to feel the smooth fabric against her skin.

For a minute, she imagined that they were Rafael’s hands. The feeling made her feel beautiful. And feminine.

And horny!

Tonight, she wasn’t scared of her overweight body. Rafael Sinclair had given her enough confidence about it. When he was blind, she used to think about how she would face him, once he got his eyes back.

This was the night she was waiting for.

With a satisfied grin, she brushed her damp hair, letting it fall naturally. For some reason, her heart had started racing.

She climbed into the bed, feeling the cool silk sheets beneath her.

***

She must have fallen asleep, because when she opened her eyes, she found him leaning against the doorframe, watching her intently, with his hand placed inside his pocket.

“I’m… I’m sorry…” she jerked up and looked around, remembering that she was waiting for him in bed.

He came inside and chuckled, his coat hanging on his arm. Marissa could feel his muscles flexing under his white shirt with his every move.

“Too tired, strawberry?” he placed the coat on the sofa and headed to her to plant a kiss on her forehead, “And still checking me out?”

Marissa slapped his shoulder, “What took you so long?”

“Just give me a minute, love. I’ll be super quick with the shower.”

Oh, brother. You don’t need one! She wanted to tell him.

Her eyes followed her husband until he closed the bathroom door behind him.

Damn! What an impression she had given him. She could have read a book instead of falling asleep.

The door opened and he came out, wrapping a towel around his waist that hung low…

Too low.