Mr. President: You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets - Chapter 334

Chapter 334: 334- Missing Piece Of His Heart

When Marissa woke up it was well past ten. She hardly slept this late but today seemed to be an exception.

Her hand instinctively reached to her side, only to find an empty space beside her.

“Rafael!” Taking a sharp breath, she got up, looking around.

Where was Rafael?

Adjusting the lapels of her sleeping gown, she slid out of the bed, rubbing her eyes. As she stretched, she noticed the door to her room’s gallery was slightly ajar.

With curiosity, she padded over, peeking through the opening. There on the polished wooden floor, Rafael was holding himself up in a plank position, on just one fuc*king hand.

He was dressed in a loose pair of shorts only; beads of sweat were forming on his nake*d back. His body was so solid that Marissa wanted to go out and feel its hardness with her hands.

That reminded her of the last night when he mistook her gesture and kissed her boob above her gown. With a small smile, she stood there quietly, her gaze fixed on him.

She was still trying to believe that he was back. She had never seen him working out so vigorously before he went missing and now, she found herself intrigued.

If it were me, I’d be done in seconds. She thought with a warm smile, already feeling tired by just watching him.

With a soft sigh, she walked away from the door and pressed the intercom to call the maid, “Could you bring me some coffee please?” she whispered and then released the button when the response came.

She turned and slipped into the bathroom, thinking hard about what she needed to do today. There was no question, she would go to the office and that meant she needed to rely on Dean. As always.

When she came out, wrapped in a fresh robe, she found Rafael had switched his position. Now he was balancing his body on the other hand.

Marissa felt this urge to offer him coffee but the way his muscles seemed strained, she didn’t want to disturb him. There was something on his mind. He was fighting with his thoughts.

Just then the maid came in with her coffee on a small tray.

“Thank you,” Marissa said softly as she took the cup. Before she could take the sip, the maid looked at her hesitantly.

“Ma’am. I think you need to know something. The butler asked me to inform you,”

With a nod, Marissa placed the cup on the tray, “What is it?” she ran her fingers through her still wet hair.

No office meant no hairdryer.

She again picked up the coffee cup and eyed the maid who was still standing there silently.

She tried to smile when Marissa raised an eyebrow questioningly.

“It’s about Ms. Geena, Ma’am,” she said softly, “She stayed here last night.”

Marissa’s fingers tightened around the warm cup, “Geena stayed here?”

The question was more to herself, but maid misunderstood it, “Yes, ma’am. She arrived late last night,”

What was going on?

Geena. Valerie. Nina.

Whom should she believe?

She again glanced outside where Rafael was still in that position. Along with her kids, now her husband’s life was also in danger. Something was off.

She needed to reach to the depth of it.

Police wanted proof. It was easier for them to put everything on Delinda first. And now they were waiting for Rafael’s memory to return.

“Police won’t do a thing,” she murmured and dismissed the maid, “I don’t know what protocols they need to follow. Or maybe they show wrong in the movies when they work on a murder or kidnapping case.”

***

Her cup was forgotten on the tray when the door opened, and Rafael stepped inside. He halted in his tracks when found her sitting there.

“Enjoying coffee without me, wifey?” he asked her then playfully ruffled her hair as he passed by. Marissa knitted her brows and observed him closely, while he stepped into the walk-in closet.

“Rafael?” she got up and followed him inside. He was holding the waistband of his shorts to take it down but then stopped.

Yeah. It was kind of embarrassing.

“Hmm?” he saw her coming towards him and her eyes were below his ribcage where there was a big mark of the wound.

The area over there looked pretty bad. Marissa placed her cup aside, and touched it with her fingers, “Does it hurt?”

He had closed his eyes when felt her cool fingers on his skin, “Not anymore!” he said and bumped his nose to hers.

Marissa chuckled at his cheesiness.

“I’ll be going to the office,” she placed her palm flatly on that mark, “You need to be a good boy and don’t leave the house.”

The playful expression turned grave when he heard that, “Seriously? You aren’t thinking of imprisoning me here. Are you, wifey?”

Marissa couldn’t meet his gaze, her mind already made up. She had decided that it was the only way forward.

“Great!” he mumbled in frustration and hooked his thumbs into the waistband. Before Marissa could utter something, he had taken his shorts down, standing there stark naked.

“Rafael!” she quickly turned around in embarrassment.

“Alexander!” there was hidden amusement in his voice.

“Hmm?” before she could understand, he had pulled her to him and her back was touching his naked front.

“Wh-what are you doing?” she had almost forgotten how to breathe.

“Enjoying myself,’ he murmured near her ear, making her shudder, “enjoying this intimacy,” His closeness was overwhelming for her.

His hot breath touched the nape of her neck, and she closed her eyes, “This last year, I had been trying to search for what I was missing that whole time in Ashua village,” he said and Marissa felt she could give up her resistance at any minute.

The ‘stranger husband’s’ deep voice and his strong arms were sending some tickling sensations to her heart.

“You are a missing piece of the puzzle, Marissa,” he breathed in her ear, “Missing piece of my heart!”

Marissa closed her eyes and tried to control her shaky grin but then it wiped off when she heard his next sentence, “I wish I could make love to you in this closet!”

“Rafael!” the warning was back in her voice but this time there was a little amusement mixed with it.

He slowly turned her back to face him and she was shit scared to look down. But then with a frown, she took a peek and found him standing in the pair of sweatpants.

His dark chuckle reached her ears, “Disappointed?”

She slapped his naked chest, “Very funny!”