Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets novel Chapter 86

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Marissa didn’t have clothes, so Rafael asked Emily to buy some for her. They all were knee–length summer dresses and most of them were floral.℗ 

The young maid also managed to arrange slippers along with a pair of fresh underwear. After changing into a floral dress, Marissa went out to the back patio where Rafael was waiting for her. 

She still couldn’t believe that he brought her here. He looked back when felt her presence behind him and reached out for her hand. 

“I don’t want to go into the sea,” she said. It was quite dark now. 

“You don’t have to,” he whistled to call the maid and asked Emily to bring them blankets. Marissa saw as he started spreading the blanket on the sand and tried to suppress her grin. 

He didn’t want Emily’s help and had sent her away. When Marissa tried to touch the blanket, he asked her to step back because he wanted to do it himself. 

Now the breeze which was no longer soft was making it difficult for him to manage on his own. He tried to pull one corner, but the other corner flew and folded into a tangle. 

At last, when she saw the shirtless diva not giving up, she walked over and started helping him with it. But there was again a 

problem. 

Her summer dress was now getting out of control due to the wind which was lifting it. She hadn’t gotten a pair of shorts and right now the skimpy panties she was wearing, were getting visible 

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again and again. 

“Damn!” Trying to hold the blanket, she struggled to control her sundress too. 

He glanced her way and then being a gentleman about it, draped a 

blanket around her. 

“Here. Take it,” she sat there holding the blanket together while Emily emerged again with another house help. They were holding heavy cushions and huge roll pillows. 

When they placed them on the blanket, it stayed in place. Emily set a picnic basket near her and when Marissa looked at her questioningly, Emily explained with a smile, “Cheese and crackers along with some granola bars. It has also got some fresh grape 

juice.” 

There was another spare blanket, and she was expecting Rafael to 

use it around him. But no. He was Rafael Sinclair, and one could expect the unexpected from him. 

He set the heavy pillows behind her and then sat down to share the same blanket with her. Taking her in his arms, he wrapped the 

blanket around them. 

“That’s better,” he muttered. Marissa felt a little conscious. Her 

dress had again ridden up above her thighs and he was only wearing shorts. 

She felt the touch of his muscular arms on her upper thighs when. he pulled her up on his body but stayed quiet. 

Her heart slammed in the cradle of her chest when their legs touched. She was leaning back on his chest with his strong arms 

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around her. 

His chin was resting on her shoulder, when she heard his whisper, “Your body is tensed. Just let it go.” 

She smirked nervously and then exhaled a long breath. 

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“Relax,” he held her chin and made her turn her head towards him, 

“I didn’t bring you here to seduce you, Marissa. Just keep breathing. You are safe with me.” 

She turned back and then closed her eyes when felt his lips touching her temple. 

She trusted him and let herself melt into his embrace. 

“You asked me why I brought you here,” instead of giving him any response she stayed still when heard him, “You think that I expect you to act cool around kids? But you are wrong Marissa.” 

She heard his words, holding her breath. 

“I don’t want anything with you that has to be fake or dramatic. I want to give us time. I want you to try something with me for the sake of our kids, but it has to be something solid. It should be for 

us.” 

He breathed near her ear, “You said you want honesty from me for my wife because you think you are a third wheel,” this time she did twist her body a little to let her look at his face, “You are not a third wheel. Or have you forgotten? You are my wife!” 

This time she attempted to speak with a shake of her head, “B–but Valerie… she is your wife…” 

“No!” he said sharply, “You are. Weren’t you the one who held my 

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hand when I was blind and said those vows in that church?” 

She tried to hold back her tears and looked ahead where the waves were glowing under the moonlight 

“Answer me, strawberry,” he glued his nose to her cheek, “you changed your name, Marissa. You called yourself Valerie and changed your identity for me. I was never married to her. It was you. This is the time to give–respect and honor to our relationship. Our kids deserve that, Marissa. You. Are. Not. The. Third. Wheel. Marissa…” he put emphasis on each and every word.