Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets

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“Ms. Aaron! Here is the detailed overview of the dance floor,” Peter brought his tab to show her the screen and she dropped the pencil on the desk twisting her seat for about ninety degrees.” © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

“Folks! Can you stop calling me, Ms. Aaron? Marissa will do,” she showed them a thumbs–up sign. 

She heard giggles from her team sitting around her and got to her feet, “Peter. I need to bring water for myself.” 

Before she could take another step, a miracle happened and a glass of ice–cold water was placed on the desk, “Here,” Marissa’s mouth was hung open when she saw who brought it for her. 

With a friendly smile, Kate turned on her heels and went back to the group where Delinda and Shang–chi were sitting. 

Marissa gave that look to Dean who was seated across the room. and was looking in her direction. He only shrugged but had a knowing grin on his face. 

Kate had been acting odd since this morning. Her tone was so friendly with everyone, and she was almost ready to touch Marissa’s feet for some reason. 

“Marissa. How about if I go with this salad bar on my table,” Shang Chi came to her with a notepad and sat beside her. 

“Yes, but Delinda was also interested in a salad bar,” when she saw Shang Chi’s excitement dying down, she tapped her finger on his chest, “Come on, buddy. Bring on that salad bar, just remember to have different stuff than Delinda and we are good to go.” 

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She hadn’t realized that Rafael had come inside to have a look at all the employees. 

“Please keep seated,” he quickly motioned everyone not to stand in his honor and made his way to Marissa who was writing something on Shang Chi’s pad. 

As always, her hair was tied in a low chignon, and she was wearing a simple pencil skirt that reached her knees. 

Rafael felt a sudden urge to take the stick out of her hair that was holding the chignon in place and see for himself how she looked 

with her hair down. 

He wanted to imagine her with those jet–black locks spread on his pillow. It was a shame that in the past he made love to her several times but didn’t know how she looked without those clothes… 

Get a grip, Rafael. For God’s sake, get a grip. 

Without saying another word, he turned around and reached the door. Twisting the handle, he gave a last look over his shoulder and saw her laughing at some joke Shang–chi must have cracked. 

Along with that, she was scribbling something on the note pad too. 

I’ve already spent these four years all alone and don’t know how long I have to wait for you. I don’t have any idea if my punishment will ever be over or if I’ll keep getting punished for something I never did intentionally. 

When he was going to his office, he felt his heart going dead cold. in his chest. 

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“So, mommy. Then the prince found Cinderella with the help of this shoe and proposed her? And then they got married?” Abigail asked her innocently. 

Marissa took a long breath and gave her kids a shaky chuckle, 

“Sweethearts. In my world, there is a different version. These 

stories are not for me.” 

“What is your version, Mommy,” Alexander who was lying on the mattress with his head on her legs asked her. 

She had just told them Cinderella’s story and now they were asking her questions. 

Ariel was still confused about why Cinderella’s shoe could never fit any other female’s foot. 

“Yes, mommy. Tell us. What is your division?” Marissa couldn’t hold the laughter when Abigail spoke. 

She kissed her daughter and ruffled her black hair, “Version. Not division, love,” she then rested her back on heavy pillows. “In my version, he did find her, but it was too late.” 

“Why?” Ariel suppressed a yawn. She was shaking her head playfully on Marissa’s chest. 

“Because when he reached her home, Cinderella’s sisters and 

stepmom were still living there lavishly but Cinderella had long ago left the house to become something. She had a passion for making her name in the world where men ruled and had a choice to 

choose whoever they wanted. She wanted to be the change. 

She smiled when Abigail yawned loudly. Ariel had already slipped into a deep sleep. Alexander was shaking his foot which meant he 

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was still awake. 

“Did she get the success?” Alexander asked her. 

A sad smile graced Marissa’s lips, “Yes. She did. She made a name in the business world. Started making her own money and thus never felt the need…. For a prince. She had managed to become a 

princess without that prince’s help…” 

She finished sadly and then wanted to bang her head into a wall. She was here to tuck the kids into the bed because she wanted to talk to them about the upcoming weekend. 

They needed to be mentally prepared to meet Rafael. For their small minds, it would be a big switch and she wanted this transition to go smoothly. 

“I am a sucker!” She muttered and gently placed Abi’s head on the pillow. She needed to send her half sleeping kids to their bunks. 

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Today again it was one of those days when Rafael Sinclair was early. He got inside the building through the main door and was taking long strides to reach the VIP elevator when he saw someone sitting on the reception couch busy on her phone. 

“Ms. Aaron,” she jerked upright and raised her eyes from the phone 

screen. 

“Good morning,” she greeted trying to shift her bag strap from one 

shoulder to another. 

“How come you are early today?” he raised his arm to look at the time on his wristwatch. 

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“I needed to deliver an order of some chicken stuffed buns, so I 

found it easier to deliver them on my way. It was an early morning delivery,” He motioned her to walk beside him and pressed the call 

button. 

While waiting for it, she threw a subtle gaze at him. As always, he looked hot! Wearing an olive green shirt, and his jacket hanging on his arm, all of it was increasing that rugged charm. 

“And how many buns were those?” Inside the lift, he pressed his floor button and turned to her. 

“More than a hundred!” she said with a shrug, and he shuddered at that making her chuckle. 

“Woah! Were they feeding an army?” she rolled her eyes at the jibe and was about to say something when the lift took small jerks making her fall on him. 

He was quick enough to hold her body like a pro. 

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