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Mr. President: You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets

"M... Marissa! Are they my kids?" Rafael's eyes weren't moving away from the adorable kids' faces. "No, Rafael. They are not," Marissa said with a fake smile, "They aren't yours. Remember?" she batted her lashes quite dramatically, "We were never married!" Marissa Aaron’s elder sister Valerie Aaron jilted her blind boyfriend on her wedding day and ran off. For face-saving, Merissa's family pleaded to her to marry Raphael Sinclair. The irony? She was not allowed to tell her blind husband that she was not Valerie but Merissa Aaron. On the day of Raphael's successful eye surgery, Marissa got to know that Valerie was back to take her rightful place as Sinclaire’s daughter-in-law. Marissa tried explaining to her husband that she was the one married to him, but he did not believe her. Instead of any more convincing, heartbroken Merissa decided to leave the city without telling him, her secret. Raphael Sinclair was the classic definition of drop-dead gorgeous and was the only heir of the Sinclair group of industries. What would he do when he came to know that all this time the woman who offered him, her love and her body was not Valerie but her younger sister Marissa Aaron? How would he react when he came to know that he was the father of the babies Marissa was carrying in her womb? Would he go after Marissa and win her back? And the million-dollar question! Would Marissa ever be able to forgive him and love him again?

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142- When Rafael Sinclair Makes Love

"Maybe you can show me how to love… oh ooo…" she started singing as soon as she got down from the car. 

"Marissa, wait!" she didn't even give him a chance to open the door for her.

"I can open my Goddamn door. Hehe…" she twirled and then tried to shake her ass, "Maybe you can show me how to love, maybe… I'm going through with drawls… maybe you can show me…"

She stumbled a little and was about to fall when two strong arms were at once around her waist.

"Dear, old Rafael. Always on time. Like a superhero!" she was so loud that Rafael was sure the neighborhood could hear her announcement. 

"Give me your purse, honey," he spread his palm in front of her eyes. Marissa who was leaning into his hard body scrunched her nose.

"My purse? No! Go get your own money. Haha. It's mine," she was in stitches.

"Marissa!" Rafael rolled his eyes, "I need the door keys. Now come on, sweetie."