Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets novel Chapter 179

Chapter 179: 179- Inside Her!

Her eyes snapped up and she found Rafael looking at her.

"I ... I... was ... just..." a nervous chuckle left her lips, "Dean is just a friend, and I..."

"Why explanations, Marissa?" he asked her in the softest voice, there was a gentleness in his eyes, "I didn’t demand any explanation," he smirked with a shrug.

Marissa was taken aback, "You mean you..."

Walking slowly, he came closer and then stopped at some distance, "I was here to talk to George. And then I wanted to meet you."

"You wanted to meet me?" she asked him, placing her index finger on her chest. The familiar giddy feeling was back in the pit of her stomach when his green eyes locked onto hers, a subtle smile playing on his lips as he took a step closer.

"Hell, yeah. I wanted to meet you," he replied, his voice low and teasing as he shoved his hands into his pockets, a playful grin spreading across his face "Why else would I come here?"

With a sigh, she lifted her shoulders casually.

Because you’ll again trust your mom and you might think that maybe I’m involved with Dean.

She stayed quiet and didn’t say whatever was on her mind.

"Come on. When we are friends, you can tell me anything you want," he rolled his lips between his teeth, "though whatever is going on in your head, I can read it on your face."

"H-how ..." she murmured.

"In your eyes... I can read your eyes too," his voice was barely above a whisper when he said that.

She swallowed her saliva and closed her eyes, "I ... I so want to trust you...b-but I’m so... so..."

"Scared?" he supplied, trying to be helpful.

"Yeah. Scared," she nodded, "I’m so scared, Rafael." She tried to control her quivering lips and then something dawned on her.

She was hugging Dean because she took him as a friend. Then why not Rafael?

Why couldn’t she hug him?

Not sure if she was doing the right thing, she took a step towards him, getting too close. With the same uncertainty, she took another and then she spread her arms and before she knew it, she was pulled fiercely into his hard chest.

Like Dean, she thought she would cry in his arms too. But strangely, she felt at peace.

Tightening her grip, she pressed her face more into his chest. He smelled divine. Like always.

A small grin broke on her face. Every tension and every worry had left her body, just like that.

"Feeling better?" his gentle voice reached her ears, and she nodded still hiding her face in his body.

He squeezed her more, pressing her in him. The long sigh, he released, told her that he was also feeling the same.

Stress free.

She could feel his cheek leaning on her head.

"Why didn’t you use the private elevator?" she asked him the question that was racing through her mind.