Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets novel Chapter 171

Chapter 171: 171- More Like A Bodyguard

He gave her a once over before looking back into her eyes with that smirk, "You are wearing my clothes!"

Marissa placed her hands on her hips and gave him a pointed look, "Hey dude. I must remind you in case you’re forgetting. My previous day’s clothes are dirty. And I can’t leave the hotel, wearing their robe. And one more reminder," she lifted her forefinger pasting a fake smile on her lips, "Last night somebody told me that he wanted to be my friend. If you can’t lend your clothes to your friend, then I..."

"Whoa, whoa. Hold on a minute. Hold it right there."

He walked over to her, "Making friends included wearing your friend’s clothes?" his face might be dead serious, but Marissa had sensed the amusement in his eyes.

"Yeah. It does. By the way, aren’t you rich? Stop being stingy and let me take these clothes, of course, you’ll get them back. Huh!" she rolled her eyes and waved at the kids, "Bye, sweethearts!"

Before exiting the door when she looked back one last time, she found him leaning his shoulder against the doorframe, with a huge grin on his face.

Marissa closed the door behind her with a blush.

The oversized t-shirt and sweatpants seemed to swallow her full figure, but she needed something to wear, and this was the only choice.

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She had opted for a camel-colored midi skirt and a black turtleneck. Her long hair was tied in a chignon, and she completed the look with a light nude shade lip color and Kohl.

She picked up her purse and gave herself a once over in the mirror when her phone started ringing.

"Rafael?" she received the call with a big smile, "Are you already missing your clothes?" she teased him good naturedly and he laughed on the other side.

"I just wanted to keep a check on you, silly. Where are you?"

Marissa felt her heart fluttering in her chest, "All ready. About to leave for office."

"Great! Just give me a call if you need me," she was aware of why he was saying that. The reason was his wife and mom.

Oh, sorry. Not his wife. He wouldn’t like it.

The reason was Valerie and his mom.

"Rafael..." she hesitated for a moment.

"Hmm?"

She was uncertain but she needed to ask him this. Yesterday, she used his office like her own but today she wanted his permission.

"Umm. If I need it... can ... can I use your office... for some... umm..."

"Marissa!" his clipped voice reached her ears, "Why are you asking me? Technically that office is as much yours as it’s mine. Factually speaking, it belongs to you, more."

Marissa couldn’t understand why he was saying this.

He was the president. The owner of MSin. Not her.

She furrowed her brow, trying to make sense of his words, "I just thought... I should let you know..."

"Thank you for letting me know. Now, I know. Use that damn room, Marissa," he retorted, "It’s for you. Go ahead."

Her confusion melted in a sigh of relief, "Thanks!"

"Oh, don’t be a dork. After all. What are friends for?" she chuckled at his jibe. Just like old times he was teasing her continuously since last night.