Mr. President: You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets - Chapter 242

Chapter 242: 242- From Now, I Belong To You!

The Msin office was quiet as almost everybody had left. Delinda was bent in the dim light doing something to the seat. She was fiddling with something and was busy talking to herself.

“What does she think of herself? Stealing someone else’s husband and then enjoying his money? No. I won’t let the same happen to Valerie Sinclair. She will never get the same fate as me.”

Muttering to herself, she did something to that seat as if wrestling with it. After a few minutes, she straightened with her eyes gleaming with inner satisfaction.

“This will teach you the lesson of your life, not to mess with anyone’s husband, Marissa.”

It was so dark that nobody could notice her presence there. The dim light wasn’t enough. By any chance, if someone happened to walk by, he or she wouldn’t have an idea what Delinda was up to.

She was thinking of leaving the hall when the door slammed open with a force that made her jump. Delinda’s heart raced as she whipped around, dropping a nail on the floor.

Dean stood in the doorway and Delinda couldn’t see his expression due to the darkness, “Is it you, Delinda? What are you doing here?”

He frowned, as he stepped forward.

Delinda froze for a moment, caught off guard. She could feel an edge in his voice. Her eyes darted between Dean and the chair. Her mind was looking for some excuse.

“I – I was just … looking for my purse,” she stammered and for some reason, it got high-pitched. She gestured vaguely towards her desk which was quite far from here.

Dean’s eyes narrowed slightly as he took in the scene. Something felt off but he wasn’t able to put his finger on it.

“Your purse?” he repeated glancing at the huge hall, “But that’s not your desk.”

“S-Sorry?”

“I’m saying that’s not your desk. In fact, it’s Marissa’s!” he pointed out.

Delinda tried to take advantage of the darkness to hide her expression. Dean couldn’t switch the lights on as the main switch at the backhand was shut off.

She forced a laugh and moved quickly, heading frantically to her desk, “Of course, I know it isn’t my desk. When I couldn’t find it there then I had to look around in the hall.”

With uncertainty on his face, Dean joined her, he crouched down and began looking as well. As his hand was brushing the ground, he could feel it in the air that something was not right. He switched on his phone’s light and started looking at every seat. Delinda’s movements were quick and jittery. Her nervous chatter did not match the calm that she used to carry usually.

“Are you sure it’s your purse you are looking for?” Dean’s tone might be casual but there was a hint of probing in it.

“Oh, I don’t know, Dean. One moment it was here and the very next moment it had vanished. I don’t even carry enough cash to get the purse stolen. Ha-ha.” She was looking around moving the things on the desks, trying to give him the impression that now she was getting panicked, “I must have misplaced it.”

She at last scurried to her desk, her fingers darting through papers and pens. Her eyes flicked nervously towards the chair where Dean found her standing.

But then she quickly looked away, hoping Dean would not notice.

Poor Dean!

He must be imagining it. What could Delinda do to a seat? She might be jealous because she saw Marissa and Rafael standing too close to each other when they entered the office.

She would never think of harming anyone.

“Alright then,” he said quietly, stepping back, his eyes lingering on the older woman for a moment longer, “good luck finding your purse, Delinda.”

She nodded with a tight smile. Dean decided to stay there until she found her purse and then looked down near the wall where a large leather object seemed to be lying.

“Uh. It looks like your purse,”

“Where?” Delinda asked him, dramatically as if she was relieved. Taking long strides, she reached there and picked it up, “Thank God! I am getting old, I guess. Perks of having an early menopause,” she said with a chuckle.

Dean didn’t give any reaction.

She ran her fingers through her hair before exiting the room, “Thanks, Dean. It means a lot.”

Dean just nodded his head and again looked at the seat where he found Delinda standing.

It belonged to Marissa.

***

Marissa wrapped her legs again around his waist, pulling him even further into her. That small action made both of them gasp. Rafael shuddered on top of her.

He was being so gentle to her as if she was made of glass.

“R… Rafael… please… I want more… I need … more… please…” she managed to speak in between her labored breaths.

She wrapped her arms around him, raking her nails down his slick back.

“Start moving, Rafael…” she pleaded.

With a nod, he slowly pulled out, Marissa drew a whimper out of her mouth. He stopped staring at her with worry. But Marissa sent him an encouraging nod and he started moving himself, pumping in and out of her.

Marissa’s eyes rolled back. He felt food. Hot and hard.

“Oh, Rafael. Yes. Oh, yes,” she moaned running her fingers through his messy hair. He was pulling out, to slam right back in her.

His lips were sucking hers, biting it teasingly.

His movements were bringing her closer to the edge, “Rafael. Please.”

“What, sweetheart? Tell me what do you want? I’ll give it to you,” he managed while panting heavily.

“Oh, Rafael,” she sighed, craving her nails into his shoulder blades.

“Rafael… I’m going to…” she gasped, her eyes widening, her body perking as she screamed. Her body shook silently under him.

After moments she felt, his hot release too.

He groaned breathing roughly as he slowed his movements.

His hand came up, as his fingers brushed her strands off her sweaty forehead, “You are finally mine, Marissa Sinclair.”

With that, he dropped his body on top of her, “From now onwards, you belong to me and I belong to you.”