Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets novel Chapter 219

Chapter 219: 219- Nothing Like She expected

Instead of hiring a cab, Valerie was running like a mad woman in a random direction. Marissa and Rafael. They had babies?

They had daughters?

When all this time, she was fighting the fertility issues, Marissa had been popping out his kids quite effortlessly?

She had almost forgotten how to breathe. Her legs were moving on their own, faster and faster, as if she was trying to outrun the truth.

Passersby were turning their heads, frowning at the crazy woman racing the sidewalk with wild desperate eyes.

But she didn’t care. Let them stare!

They don’t know what I’m going through. The sister who was nothing in front of me. The girl who could never take the limelight away from me, was now the mom of his daughters.

"Hey, watch out!" a man yelled who she bumped into. He was coming out of a café holding coffee, but she nearly knocked it out of his hands.

He stumbled, muttering angrily, but Valerie’s mind barely registered what happened. She just muttered a breathless apology and then turned to run away.

Her vision was blurred with hot tears, and she wiped them away with the back of her hand. She felt like her chest could explode with emotions.

How dare you, Marissa!

How could you even think to come close to Rafael? No matter if he is my husband, and we don’t have an intimate relationship anymore. You were supposed to stay at a distance.

He could never be your husband, Marissa.

He belonged to me. To Valerie. No matter if he will get the divorce. He will always belong to me.

He isn’t made for you, Marissa. Can’t you get it through your thick skull?

More than Rafael, Marissa was on her mind. She was blind to the people around her who were stepping aside as she pushed past them. Some were whispering and some were shaking their heads.

The voices in her head had taken over everything. The pain ripping through her chest was becoming unbearable.

She wasn’t aware of how long she kept running until someone grabbed her arm, to force her to stop. Valerie jolted, winking rapidly as she found Ethan standing there. The concern was etched on his face.

His lips were moving, maybe asking her something but she couldn’t hear him.

Without warning, Valerie’s knees buckled, her eyes rolled back, and she collapsed into Ethan’s arms.

The last thought on her mind before losing her consciousness was not Rafael but Marissa.

For her, the night had turned out to be nothing like she expected.

***

"Tell me. Were you really missing me?" Rafael broke the kiss and asked her in a breathless whisper.

Marissa could still feel the coffee taste on his lips, "Were you missing me?" She answered his question with another question. Something he always hated.

But for some fu*cking reason, he seemed to find it so fu*cking sexy.

"Damn. Yes. Why do you think I’m here tonight? At this hour. In this kitchen?" He started nibbling her ear and she moaned loudly.

"Are you liking it?" He asked her flushed face, with her eyes rolled back, her head bent backward.

She couldn’t speak so she nodded in answer.

"Good. Now back to my question. Were you missing me?" She moved her dazed glance to his face. The cockiness was back there, but she could see something different in his eyes.

Vulnerability.

He wanted her to tell him that she missed him. She felt the warmth wrapping around her heart. Cupping his cheek, she smiled softly "Yes. I missed you."

The gentle acceptance made his face go intense.

"Then this goes for a treat, I guess!" before she could understand, his hands held her thighs and she was raised until she was sitting on the granite counter. It felt cool against her butt.

She thanked God that she decided to wear those panties.

"Treat on the counter?" she cocked up a brow, "What kind of treat is it?"

He chuckled softly and Marissa was very much aware of his hands rubbing dangerously close to her underwear.

"The treat I have in mind, needs a counter," he started circling his thumb on her thigh skin, "This treat suggests that you should be above the ground, and I should be..." he paused a little dramatically and Marissa held her breath waiting for him to continue, "I should be beneath you," He muttered under his breath.

She realized they were staring at each other in silence.

"Y..." her throat tightened as she chuckled nervously, "You mean I’ll be on this counter, and you will be on the floor?"

"No," he whispered, "You’ll be on the counter and my mouth will be beneath you."

"Ahan!" she curved down her lips not letting him show what tsunami was going on inside her body, "What else does it involve?"