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You are such a fool, Marissa, Sophie told her while taking the left turn and then hitting the 

brakes, “The man thinks his office has snakes and is now ready to fumigation the whole damn place. Who does that?” a 

Marissa looked out of the passenger seat window where she could see one or two customers. through the glass door sitting in the café, “Why exactly are we here?” 

She asked Sophie when saw her unbuckling the seat belt. 

“To dance! Of course, we’ll have coffee along with donuts, Goofball,” she got out of the car and stood outside with a hand on her hip. 

Marissa drummed her fingers for a few moments. She didn’t want to try her friend’s patience who was already pissed for declining Rafael’s date due to the nightmare. 

“Are you coming out or do I need to drag you out? Marissa sighed and freed herself from the belt. Her friend was acting like a drill sergeant. 

They needed to reach the office to move the foodstuff to a safe place. Before that Marissa was supposed to deliver the laptop to Rafael at his hotel. 

Kids spent the night with him, and she and Sophie slept late after chatting. 

“I don’t want to get late for the office, Marissa slammed the car door and earned a glare from 

Sophia whose car was a kiddo to her. 

“Sorry,” she mumbled. 

“Not accepted,” Sophie snapped, “now buy me a coffee. 

Marissa was more worried about Rafael who must be waiting for his laptop and then Dean who must be waiting for her at MSin. 

“Don’t worry, Ms. Punctual. You’ll be on time. Just enjoy the coffee!” Sophic signaled a waiter to take their orders. 

After telling him to bring donuts and croissants along with coffee, Sophie rested her arms on the coffee table, “I don’t understand one thing, she leaned over being a little secretive and Marissa had to bite back her smile. Sometimes Sophie acted as if she wasn’t a gynecologist but a 

teenager. 

“Why such secrecy when there is literally no one here, Sophie?” 

“Yeah. Whatever. But answer me. Why did Rafael want ME to come along with YOU? It was just a laptop, and you could easily have delivered it.” 

“Maybe because the office car wasn’t available,” Marissa shrugged, “and maybe he might want you to meet a hot guy in that hotel!” 

Sophic slapped her hand, “Don’t tell me. I’m literally in my PJs. If that was the case, he should have informed me! 

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wants to talk to you. After all, you two are friends now, She poked her finger on the back of her hand, “Gamer buddies! Huh!” 

She teased her friend, but this was Sophie who couldn’t be deterred easily. 

“Yeah. We are gamer buddies! Jealous? Huh!” 

The teasing had to stop when the waiter brought their orders. 

Keeping in mind Marissa’s punctuality, Sophie kept her eating pace fast. 

“Come on. Let’s deliver that laptop to your man and then head to the MSin office.” 

Marissa felt warmth spreading through her heart. Your man? 

During the ride, she didn’t speak much, and Sophie kept tilting her head to observe her friend. She might have canceled her date with Rafael but for some reason, she had been happy. Sophie knew the cause of this happiness. 

he barged in her office and threatened her, she could still smile on the 

Five years back the way he bar 

memory. 

Lately, he had been nothing but a gentleman. 

Marissa must be blind not to notice it, but Rafael’s eyes used to be glued to her wherever she went. What was she thinking? What was going on inside that mommy brain? 

Rafael used to admire everything about her friend. 

Still, they both were fools to think they were being together for the sake of kids. 

After reaching the hotel’s entrance, they were guided to the private parking lot for VIP guests. When she pulled over, a familiar figure approached their car and opened the door to Sophie’s 

side. 

What 

are you 

you doing here in this parking lot?” she came out with a surprised look on her face and saw him going to Marissa’s side to open the door for her. 

“Just wanted to welcome you two,” Rafael held Marissa’s hand and helped her out. However, the smile on Sophia’s lips vanished when he slammed the door. 

“Rafael!” She screamed. Poor him wasn’t expecting that warning glare. 

“Sorry,” his face broke into a smile as he pulled Marissa into his arms and kissed her. ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

“Hello! Mr. Rafael Sinclair. Your laptop is here!” Sophie rolled her eyes and then announced with a professional smile. She had to struggle a little to get it out from the back of the car. 

These two love birds! Sigh! 

“Sophie. Be a sweetheart and take it to the penthouse. It’s marked as P on the elevator button.” 

“Seriously. Am I your delivery guy?” Sophic frowned at him whose eyes were still on Marissa. 

“I know. Why don’t you give me the car keys and I drop Marissa to the office?” he was asking Sophie, but his eyes were on Marissa’s face, “You can enjoy the room service. He offered her, 

“Urgh! You two disgust me,” She huffed and threw the keys in the air before heading to the 

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elevator. 

Rafael caught them in mid–air quite expertly. 

“Kids… are 

S… are they alone?” Marissa asked him while trying to look at her friend. But what to do with her eyes when they wanted to keep staring at his face? 

“No. They aren’t alone,” he held her face in his hands and leaned his forehead against hers, “God. It was just one night and how I missed you.” 

Marissa held his wrists and closed her eyes. 

“We might get late if we keep standing here like this…” she reminded him softly. 

“Umm hmm. Being late is not a bad thing, he muttered making her chuckle. 

“Says a man who always taught me to be punctual,” the remark made him jerk his face up and Marissa found an odd expression crossing his features. 

“Did I say something wrong?” they both were caught off guard when they saw a security guard. passing by. 

“He might think we are here to do naughty things,” she giggled and this time his shoulders started shaking with mirth. 

“What naughty things? For example?” 

“Umm. For example, she made a face like she was thinking hard, “Like blow job?” 

The seriousness with which she said it made him throw back his head and laugh hard, “Blow job? Seriously? I won’t mind it at all! Should we start now…” he kept laughing when she showered him with small punches.