Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets novel Chapter 140

Chapter 140: 140- She Is Mine!

Marissa could sense lingering gazes from the men around her when she stepped into the nightclub. The grey shimmery dress she was wearing was catching the light with her every move. It was hardly covering her thighs, but Marissa wanted to take advantage of the chance when the kids were staying with their father.

Though Sophie and Flint kept encouraging her to unwind, she never went with it.

She scanned her surroundings and found Gerard sitting at the bar.

"Hey," she greeted, sidling up next to him.

"Woah! Look at you!" His eyes lightened up, "You look beautiful. As always!"

Marissa laughed. Tonight, she felt different. Her black hair was down and was just secured from the front, "I know. Now you can keep your flattery to yourself, G." she then looked at his glass, "What are you drinking?"

"A whiskey. Want one?"

Marissa nodded and then checked her phone. She was sure that Rafael would try to contact her when wouldn’t find her at home.

She switched it to silent mode and placed it back in her purse.

With a grin, she accepted the drink, Gerard handed her and took a sip. She observed her glass. A strong drink after ages!

"More!" she slammed the glass on the counter and yelled at the bartender.

The music was loud, and Marissa started tapping her foot with the beat. She didn’t know how many glasses she had but why bother?

She eyed the dance floor which was a sea of bodies.

So much crowd on a weekday. Are all of them having fumigation at their workplace? She thought with amusement.

"G! Let’s dance!" she suggested and then started pulling him towards the dance floor. He didn’t resist and followed her eagerly.

Once they were there, their bodies started moving in sync. Marissa felt like a free soul whose worries were melting away with each dance step.

At least for the time being she stopped thinking about Rafael and kept dancing. She joked and flirted with the other guys around her.

For one crazy moment, she wanted to call Delinda and tell her that she was dancing and flirting with men and a few of them might be married.

With a shake of her head, she threw Delinda out of her head.

She wanted to feel alive and for that, there wasn’t any need to remember the dead relationship.

While moving with the rhythm, a man in his forties caught her eye. He was standing at the edge of the dance floor, his eyes were fixed on her.

His gaze was too intense, and he was giving her an uncomfortable vibe.

Urgh. This is unsettling. Why can’t he let me enjoy?

She held Gerard’s collar who was dancing with her and drew him closer to whisper in his ear, "Who’s that creep?"

Gerard saw her nod in the man’s direction and glanced over with a frown, "Ignore him. Such weirdos are always found in the nightclubs. You just enjoy your time."

Yeah. He is right. I already have enough problems in life. No need to add more to my plate.

She tried to brush it off but the odd feeling that she was being watched and was on someone’s radar. She couldn’t shake it off.

She tried hard to throw herself into the music and resumed her dancing and laughing.

But every time she would glance around, the man was still there, his eyes following her like a hawk.

At one point, her dancing became so intense that she stumbled slightly. Her vision started swimming and she had to lean on Gerard for support, "I think I drank too much," she giggled.

"Let’s get you back to the bar," he led her back and made her sit.

"G! I think I need water," Gerard nodded and was talking to the bartender when a couple moved closer to them. Their excitement and panting were the telltale signs that they were coming from the dance floor.

"Why are you here, Gerard?" the man asked him, "Come back. The party just started," then the couple saw how she was holding his sleeve.

"Who is she?" the girl asked him.

"She is a friend of mine. I invited her after getting dumped by my date," Gerard explained and gave the glass of water to Marissa.