Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets novel Chapter 208

Chapter 208: 208- Was He Leaving Her Again?

Impatient man?

A wave of euphoria washed over her.

"Mr. Impatient man," she narrowed her eyes, "Someday, someone might catch us red-handed," she turned in his arms to face him but was taken aback by what she saw there.

Today there wasn’t any softness in his eyes, but an odd kind of intensity. A hunger that made her heart skip a beat.

Something had changed overnight.

She needed to move his attention away from her face. Away from her body. Her existence.

He must have read her thoughts because his eyes dipped down to her lips.

With a forced chuckle, she raised her hands and started fixing his tie, "I ... was discussing... some venue details... with my teammates... and by the way..." she cleared her throat, "Thank you for telling them that I was an important part of their team. This morning, they not only apologized but also... have started working with full throttle."

After completing the sentence, she wanted to give a pat on her back for saying all of it flawlessly without a stutter.

Though he was still looking at her with the same intensity.

Please, please. Answer me, Rafael. You need to understand that if you start kissing me or touching me, I won’t be able to resist it. I’ll get carried away.

Rafael raised his face to look up at the ceiling and closed his eyes, taking long breaths. She could feel his jaw clenched and without thinking she lifted her hand and stroked his hard jaw.

He was quick to hold her hand and kissed it.

"I’m glad that your team ... I mean... that’s great," he stated. She nodded at him with a smile.

"Credit goes to you, Mr. Impatient!" Rafael was still holding her hand and was now observing the fingers.

"Anything for my friend," he drawled, his eyes shifting to her face.

"Friend!" Marissa almost choked and laughed hard. Rafael cocked up a brow questioningly, "Did you just call me a friend, Rafael?"

"Yeah. Why? Didn’t we decide that..."

He trailed off when saw her leaning her forehead on his chest, her shoulders shaking with mirth.

She tried to speak in between her laughing fits, "What... w-we did l-last n-night, friends d-don’t do th-that usually. Hahaha," Rafael couldn’t help the smile forming on his lips. That was the best reward for his hard work.

Her happiness.

"I’m honored," for some reason his voice had turned raspy.

"Honored? For what? For making them apologize?" there was amusement dancing in her eyes.

"Nah!" he clicked his tongue, "to be the reason for your smile, Strawberry."

For a minute, she got serious, looking into his eyes.

Fu*ck the office. Fu*ck the friendship.

Her arms circled around his neck, and lifting on her toes, she opened her mouth over his lips. He must have been waiting for it, because the moment her lips touched his, he couldn’t stop himself from responding.

When the kiss was over, they both were breathless, her face was pressed to his chest.

"You’re making me worried, Strawberry," he tightened his grip around her.

"I’m scared, Rafael. I’m so scared. What if you go back? Wh ... what will ...I... I mean... what will ... the kids do without you?"

For a split moment, Rafael felt guilty when a smile etched on his lips. She wanted to ask about herself but made it look like the question was for kids.

"Ok. I’ll answer that," he kissed her ear, "but you need to stop crying first."

She nodded with a hiccup and raised her glassy eyes to meet his. Holding her face, he kissed her wet eyes one by one, "I swear to you. I. Will. Never. Ever. Leave. You. Again, Marissa. Do you get that?"

Marissa who was looking at him, shook her head instead of nodding at him, making him grin. Yup. Only Marissa had the power to make him smile in such absurd situations.

"Now listen to me. If I ever leave you behind..." he quickly placed his finger on her lips when she opened her mouth to utter something, "Stop speaking and let me talk, woman," he kissed her lips, "So if I repeat the same mistake. If I ever dare to leave you again. Let me tell you what you need to do next."

He slowly removed his finger from her lips, "Adam Gideon. My lawyer. You just need to go to him, straightaway. Do you get that, Marissa?"

Thankfully she had stopped crying now, "Are you going somewhere, Rafael?"

Was he planning to leave her?

"No sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere. But if I do, this time you won’t be on the streets. This time you won’t run away anywhere. You’ll stay here and fight. And be strong."

Marissa felt strange. Why was he talking like that?

Was he going somewhere and not telling her?

There was an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of her stomach.