Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets novel Chapter 210

Chapter 210: 210- White Palace Is Booked

Marissa’s eyes were still closed, and she could feel Rafael’s fingers running through her hair. For a minute she thought it was a hilarious situation.

She was in the President’s office, sitting on the President’s lap, while he was settled on the floor, making sure that she felt comfortable.

Very slowly he was making his way back into her heart. The false walls around her were gradually crumbling down making her more vulnerable.

If he would stay this persistent then she was sure, one day... or maybe one night, she might be begging him to spend the night with her. Like a proper committed husband. _{freёwebnovel.com}

The only question that was bugging at the back of her mind was if he thought she was innocent, then why wasn’t he confronting his mom and her elder wicked sister?

Why wasn’t he holding their collars?

Deep inside, a voice used to tell her that even if he wasn’t handling those evil women, he wasn’t preventing Marissa from making any decisions either. Instead, he had been at her back, for the support, she required.

"What are you thinking?" she felt his lips on her eyelids and sighed. The way he was holding her right now as if she was his most prized possession.

The way he was giving her, his time, instead of doing any office work, like she was the most important person in his life.

A random thought crossed her mind.

What will he do if I keep him busy throughout the day?

She opened her eyes and found him looking down at her.

"Don’t you have anything better to do, Mr. President, than lull your woman to sleep?" she tried to sound casual about it, but his eyes were serious.

"There is nothing better than to cradle your favorite woman," he said in a hoarse whisper, "And that woman is in my arms right now," he nuzzled his nose against her cheek.

Marissa tilted her face to kiss his lips. With a low grunt, he teased her lips with his teeth and then slowly licked them.

Marissa moaned and started sucking his lips. She could never get tired of kissing him. He was becoming her addiction.

"I need to go," she muttered, her eyes dipped back to his lips, "I asked my team to wait for me in the meeting room."

He nodded and helped her up without a word. Marissa started fixing her hair with a shy smile, "I think I should use the attached bath."

"Go ahead," he kissed her lips hard before letting her go.

When Marissa went to the bathroom, she closed the door behind her and leaned against it. Life was never this beautiful.

He came back to her life like a whirlwind and now she was again getting used to his company. She moved ahead and examined her face in the mirror where the lip color had already vanished due to his kisses. She made a mental note to apply it again and splashed some water on her face.

Once she was out, she found him sitting on the couch reading a file. Her eyes caught the several creases on his shirt. It happened because of her. She was responsible for it.

"Do you have an extra shirt here?" she blurted the question out without thinking.

He looked up from the file and smiled, "I do. Why? Want to borrow it?"

"No!" she went to the coffee table to pick up her purse and fished for her lipstick, "Your shirt has creases ... the employees here. They might suspect... umm..." she trailed off in embarrassment.

Please don’t. Or I might attack you. God! He made me cum three times last night and now it seems that my body again wants him.