Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets

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Rafael glanced at the passenger seat where she was seated and was extremely quiet. She was in a good mood earlier when they came to the office. 

He was waiting for her in the parking lot when he received her call, “I’m standing outside the building. Can you come and pick me up?” 

“On it, princess,” when she was getting in the car, her friend was standing there at some distance waiting for her car. 

It had hardly taken her thirty minutes to come out of the building. 

“Are you 

worried about something?” He asked her, keeping his eyes ahead on the road. The traffic was slowly increasing due to the office timings. 

When she didn’t reply, he threw a concerned glance at her. She was still looking outside the window. Rafael didn’t fail to notice that her shoulders seemed tensed. 

“Marissa!” he called her name, and she still didn’t move. He reached over and held her hand lying on her lap and squeezed it. 

“Hey!” 

Marissa almost jumped in her place and twisted in her seat to face him. 

“Yes?” there was a wildness in her eyes like she was too busy in thinking something deep and someone woke her up. 

“I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you,” he pulled his hand to place it back on the steering wheel. “It’s OK. You were saying something?” he saw her pulling the elastic band from her hair and giving her hair a hard shake until the locks fell over her shoulders. 

“What are you thinking?” 

“Nothing,” she tried to smile, “just something related to work,” She kept fixing her hair to tie it again into a messy bun. 

Rafael didn’t seem convir ced. The smile didn’t reach her eyes like it used to. 

“Why did 

you send Sophie upstairs?” she tried to change the topic in an attempt to move his focus to something else other than her. 

“Oh, that…” he smiled, “Joseph stayed last night in the hotel penthouse. I just wanted them to meet,” he turned his face to look at her and found confusion there, “she met him when she visited White Palace and… I somewhat knew that the man was Joseph…” 

“Great!” she folded her arms on her chest and gave him a tightlipped smile, “And here I thought that maybe… you are interested in spending time with me.” 

The last part was said in such a low whisper that Rafael thought he heard her wrong. 

“Sorry?” 

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Rafael pulled in a long breath. For once he was tempted to park the car aside and ask her what the issue was. Was she mad at him? 

But she might take it the wrong way. 

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“Hmm?” 

“Did something happen at the office?” 

“Hmm?” 

“1. Asked. Did. Something. Happened. At. The. Office.” 

He spoke every word very slowly, with great patience.. 

“Nothing happened at the office, she stated and got busy with sightseeing. 

Rafael wasn’t liking this silence. What was the problem? 

“Do you want to stay somewhere for a while and have coffee?” he tried to talk to her, but she just shook her head. 

“No. Already had it with Sophie, the smile was again a forced one. Not the genuine one, “Plus we need to reach there on time. Sophie is planning to go out of Kanderton City to visit Flint’s sister. Flint will also accompany her. 

Rafael nodded thoughtfully, “When will they return? Evening? Late night?” she could detect concern in his voice. 

“They are planning to stay there for two to three days,” 

“Woah. Hold it there. And you’ll be all alone, Marissa? How will you and the kids stay…” 

“Rafael, please,” she raised her hand, “Sophie and Flint deserve this trip. They have been taking care of the kids for the longest time. In fact, I was the one to encourage them to take it.” 

Rafael pursed his lips and nodded in understanding, “That makes sense.” 

Delinda. 

He got quiet after that, but Marissa’s mind stayed on the words uttered by 

Delinda was such a sweet soul and when Marissa helped her it was a genuine gesture without any selfishness involved. 

Being a friend, shouldn’t she have come to her and asked her. 

Just a few days back Delinda told her that she knew she had kids, but she would respect her boundaries, and today…. 

“There is no explanation for cheating, Marissa. Now I understand…why he was giving you these huge favors in office. Kate was so right. How wrong I thought of her. She was right all along. Now I understand how you got that position.” 

“Delinda. I thought we were friends,” 

“Not anymore. I can never be friends with a home wrecker, Marissa. Don’t you ever try to talk to 

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Marissa felt a wave of disappointment washing over her. 

She wished she could stop Sophie from leaving the city and was aware that just one word from her and Sophie and Flint would cancel this trip. But Marissa didn’t want to be self–centered. 

All she needed was a shoulder to cry on. Nothing much. Sophie could be the best option. But with her gone, she might request Rafael to take care of the kids and then she could stay back at home and cry her heart out with her face in the pillow. 

Yes. That made sense. 

She needed to cry. She needed to mourn the loss of a genuine friend. A friend whose words were enough to hurt her deeply. In the future, she might not be able to trust someone so easily. 

Right now, her strength should be used to stop herself from crying. To not let those tears slide down her face that were fighting to come out of her lids. 

Because once this man would see tears in her eyes, he would never let her leave the hotel. 

She could feel his glances now and then and was scared of those damn tears. He had felt something was wrong and it made her more sensitive. 

How could he sense her every need, her every emotion, her every urge? 

She squeezed her eyes when the car entered the parking area of the hotel. Trying to forget everything about Delinda, she tried to smile and found Rafael calling someone. 

“Who are you calling?” 

“Just sending a message to Joseph,” he said placing the phone back in his pocket, “so that he can send down Sophia.” 

“Thanks for the pick and drop, she took him by surprise when held his hand without any warning. 

His eyes were staring hard at her face like an X–ray machine. 

She saw the elevator doors opening and found Sophie coming out of it with a big grin on her face. 

“Whatever it is, Marissa. I want to hear it,” Rafael told her. He must have seen Sophia who was heading to them. 

“Excuse me?” she asked him in confusion. 

“We both know you are upset about something, Marissa. I want to give you space and time… but not at the cost of your mental health. Whatever it is. Share it and get done.” 

He then managed a fake smile and got out of the car teasing Sophie about something. 

When Sophie took the driving seat, he closed the door for her and then stepped back. “Bye!” So 

her. 

Sophic rolled down the window and waved. He waved back and then looked straight at 

“Better do it before midnight, Marissa,” he called out and Sophie frowned. Her eyes were darting 

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“Better do what?” 

“An official report!” he told Sophie, his eyes not leaving hers. Marissa had gotten the message. He wanted her to share it with him before midnight. It was somewhat of a threat. 

But what would he do? 

“Nothing!” 

She answered herself with a sarcastic smirk, “You can do nothing 

Rafael Sinclair.” 

Oh, boy. How wrong she was.