Mr. President: You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets - Chapter 239

Chapter 239: 239- Be Mine; Make Me Yours

Marissa was confident about what was about to happen in the next few minutes between her and Rafael. However, the moment he was out of the bathroom wrapped in that towel around his waist, she didn’t know what to do anymore.

He was so handsome, and his beautifully carved body was sending shivers down her spine. She swallowed hard when realized, he was standing there staring at her with that hunger in his eyes.

“Ah… I… my phone… I can’t find it…” She fumbled with her words, almost jumping out of the bed, and went to the other corner of the room, where her purse was placed.

With shivering hands, she took out her phone from her purse and even dropped it on the floor.

“Fu*ck!” she could feel his piercing gaze on her back and that reminded her, that he must be having a clear view of her panties.

She quickly turned, carrying her phone and her purse clutched to her chest.

“Th… this… I was… expecting a call,” she tried explaining to him with a wobbly grin and he nodded in understanding.

He was rooted to the spot, not attempting to move. As if he was giving her time to decide.

She opened her phone as she needed to type something to take her mind off his body and bam! There were messages from Delinda.

Her body got tensed.

Instead of reading those messages she switched off her phone. This wasn’t Delinda’s time.

“Take your time, strawberry,” he cooed, and she felt weak in her knees. His look, his voice, his eyes… everything had turned gentle.

She placed back her purse awkwardly and started fumbling with the hem of her small gown.

“You look cute when you are nervous,” there was amusement in his eyes, and she glared at him.

“Who is nervous?”

“Oh. Not you!” He shrugged, “Obviously!” he was biting back the grin. She narrowed her eyes at the man who was standing there only in a towel, with his hands placed on his hips.

She found the situation somewhat funny.

He walked to the rack of the mini bar and took out two glasses and a wine bottle from there.

She watched him as he prepared wine for both and brought the glasses to her.

“Here. Take it,” he handed her the glass. Instead of sipping it, she just observed it and then looked up.

“Why this?”

He smiled and finished his in a single chug, “To calm your nerves, little Greene. Now don’t tell me you are hiding like a kitten because you are scared.”

“I’m not scared nor I’m hiding like a kitten!” she shot at him.

“Ahan! Then maybe prove it!” her curved down his lips.

“What? Prove what!”

“Finish your wine and stand close to me!” he raised a challenging brow.

She was taken aback by the unexpected challenge in his voice. Shaking her head, she glued the glass rim to her lips and finished the liquor.

It burned her throat, but she just shuddered a little and then wiped her lips with the back of her hand, “I want more,” she tried thrusting her glass at him.

He chuckled and came closer to take the glass, but she changed her mind at the last minute and was quick to pull her hand, “I want more, I said. Bring the bottle here.”

He grabbed her wrist with one hand and used his other hand to free the glass out of her grasp.

“Be a nice, girl, Marissa. I don’t want a drunk woman under me!” he drawled, his voice slow and lazy. Marissa felt his eyes darkening.

He turned quietly and headed back to the minibar to place the glasses and then returned to her.

“Make up your mind, honey. Because once I’m ravishing that body of yours, it will be hard to step back,” he spoke in a deep husky voice and rolled his shoulders a little.

She gulped her saliva, standing there in confusion.

“Let me help you,” he spoke softly, “I’m the same man who is the father of your kids,” he started taking small strides towards her, “I’m the same man whom you liked when he was tasting you down there. And did I tell you how delicious you are?” he had reached closer, and his words were causing her breath to catch in her throat.

“I’m the same man who always found you beautiful…” he stopped at arm’s length, “And I’m the same man, Marissa, who returned to Kanderton because of you.”

His last line got her attention like anything.

There was still some distance between them.

“I know,” he had a knowing grin on his face as he purred, “I know there is still a small distance to be covered. But Marissa… I want YOU to cover it.”

Marisa raised her eyes and their eyes locked.

“I made the first step to reach you, this much needs to be covered by you, love. And let me assure you. No matter what you decide. Tonight, even if you want to stay away from me, I promise nothing will change between us. I’ll still be there for you, like a friend you think of me.”

Marissa’s heart went out to him. How can someone be so selfless? So genuine?

Her eyes darted to measure the distance between them. It was only an arm’s distance that he had asked her to cover.

He had already covered the rest of it for her.

He needed her consent before going forward.

He was his first love and was the one to whom she gave her vir*ginity.

She made up her mind and without warning, suddenly she closed the short distance between them, running straight into his arms.

He was ready for her. He not only caught her swiftly in his arms but also clutched her to his chest tightly as if he didn’t want to get her go.

“Rafael!” she hid her face in the crook of his neck, trying to sniff the familiar smell of him.

“Love!” he whispered in her ear.

“I … I can’t wait any longer…” she started chewing his ear lobe and chuckled when heard his sharp intake of breath, “Rafael… please…”

“Please, what, honey!” His hand crawled to her hips and pressed her to him, letting her feel the familiar swell.

“Be mine. And make me yours.”

The time seemed to stand still until his voice rumbled softly, “Your wish is my command, strawberry.”