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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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76- Finish It First!

"For example?" Marissa's voice was muffled against Rafael's chest.

"For example… I haven't forgotten how your soft body felt against me."

Marissa felt herself turning into a block of ice. 

Her soft body against him?

 When he saw a lack of reaction, he leaned forward and pushed her back a little to kiss her lips softly.

"I'm sorry for doing it without your consent," his voice was barely audible, "but standing here like this… so close to you, your mouth is tempting me."

His eyes dipped to her lips, "Can I kiss you again?" he asked her, and she felt as if her lips had gotten glued and had made it almost impossible to speak. 

"Tell me, Marissa. Can I kiss you?" he leaned over bringing his lips to hers, "Not the soft one I just did… though I enjoyed that too…"

"R… Rafael…" her eyes were fluttering close. The way he was speaking in low hoarse whispers, it was making her core soaked in juices.