Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets

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“Umm hmm,” He smirked, “then come and take it.” 

Marissa pinned him with a confident glance and got close to him. 

She smirked with a slight shake of her head, “Just because you are the President of multinational, you think that gives you rights to play games with me?” She took her face too close to him, “I have got news for you, Mr. Sinclair. I’m not a toy that you want to play with… any time you desire and then discard it.” Tightening her lips into a thin line, she gave a good look to his handsome face that had 

turned serious. 

She whispered near his face, “Just let it sink into your head. I’ll never beg you for anything, Mr. Sinclair. Better place it on my hand if you want the best caterer in Kanderton City to make your event memorable for you.” With that, she spread her palms in front of his 

eyes. 

His eyes kept their focus on her face. She could see the pain in there, but she didn’t know if this was legit or just another stunt to gain her attention. 

Marissa gestured towards her palm with her eyes, “My file, Mr. Sinclair.” She reminded him and he quietly placed it on her hand. 

With a poker face, she was about to turn around when he stopped her putting his arm ahead just an inch away from her chest, 

“I’m NOT here to snatch anything from you, Ms. Aaron. But if you find it in your heart, I want just a few minutes of your time. Any day you want. Any time you say. Just a few minutes. That’s what I 

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ask you.” 

For Marissa, it was an unexpected demand. 

Damn! She was expecting him to ask for explanations and to order her to let him meet the kids. Flint had a point when he said Rafael wasn’t a fool who didn’t know a thing about his kids. 

He knew about their existence now. 

Marissa kept looking into his eyes to see if he was telling the truth but… it proved to be a mistake. 

All those feelings and the betrayal returned with vengeance. 

Holding the file, she turned around to leave, “If I’m expected to work here then I’ll expect a hundred percent professional 

environment.” 

She said without glancing over her shoulder while all he wanted to do was pull her into his arms and kiss her senselessly. 

“Sure,” he said in a hoarse whisper and cleared his throat, “it… will be … professional.” 

She nodded and left his office leaving behind a desperate husband 

who wanted to follow her outside his office. 

“Oh, God! She said yes! She is ready to work here,” his first call was to his friend Joseph. 

“Hey, Marissa is working for us,” he expressed with excitement, “now please be careful about a few things. Nobody knows it but she deserves a VIP treatment here. Please look into her pick–and–drop arrangements. I want to make sure she doesn’t face any problem… her account needs to be filled with lots of money so 

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that…” 

“Woah. Woah. Relax. Just give me a minute,” Joseph who was coming out of a building after a meeting took off his dark glasses. and cleared the sweat off his forehead. 

“W…why? Did I say something wrong?” Rafael looked towards the door that was used by her to exit the room. 

“Rafael. Here we are talking about four participants…FOUR! Do you know what that means? Everything you’ll offer Marissa has to be offered to the rest of the three as well. Are you understanding my friend?” 

Rafael frowned at the phone, he was holding and then shifted it to his other ear while walking to his seat, “Then let’s offer it to each one of them!” he shrugged carelessly. 

“Are you crazy? Rafael we…” Joseph quickly walked to his car and 

switched on the air conditioner. 

“Hey, Joseph. Listen. She has kids, man. She is the mother of MY kids. If we offer her all those luxuries, she will never accept them. So, it’s best if we offer the perks to each one of them …” 

“Oh, Rafael…” 

“Joseph. Once I declare her as my wife, then this won’t continue of course. But… but I need to win her over… you are the only one who knows what happened in the past… I need to win her over if I want her in my life and th…this… this is the only way.” 

“Fine… I’ll come and then we’ll discuss more. Don’t worry. We’ll come out with something feasible. And yes… she is yours to spoil. Just wait a little more and you both will be living like a couple in no 

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time. I’m sure of that…” 

When Joseph disconnected the call, Rafael leaned back in his seat and tried to remember what he was doing just before she barged into his office. 

The best thing was, she didn’t even bother to knock on the door. 

“Miss Marissa Sinclair. Has anyone told you, how beautiful you are? And see? You already know this office belongs to you… because of the way you entered here. Your heart also knows, strawberry.” 

He punched his chest twice tightening his lips. 

“Soon, Marissa. Soon…” 

*** 

Marissa was giving the names of the dishes to Dean when an annoying Kate came inside and slammed the documents on the 

desk. 

“Why was I stopped at the reception when they were all allowed to come straight up!” she demanded and then screamed, “I need 

water … now!” 

Dean quickly spoke on the intercom and asked someone to bring 

iced water. 

“This is too much,” then she straight away looked into Marissa’s eyes, “I’ll tell my fiancé about this treatment. You just wait and 

watch.” 

Marissa didn’t like it. It was an open threat. 

Before Marissa could say something, several lines appeared on Dean’s forehead, “What do you mean? Who is your fiancé, Ms. 

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Kate? The President of MSin?” Marissa thought of him as some 

gullible man but the way he took a stand on Kate’s behavior was 

commendable. 

He was calling her out for her bratty behavior. 

Shan–Chi and Delinda who were sitting behind them had also stopped talking. 

Kate wasn’t expecting this situation and the initial anger had left 

her face within a few moments. 

“My fiancé is… a constructor…” She finished it lamely. Amir had asked her specifically not to tell anyone in the office about him or his profession. He was already blacklisted there. 

“Constructor?” Marissa faked a surprised look on her face, “I had heard he is a supplier. He supplies office stuff such as furniture and all the building material and bathroom stuff like taps and shower nozzles…” she trailed off eyeing Dean meaningfully, “His name is 

Amir.” 

Dean’s eyes turned into thin slits, “Amir?” he whispered the name, 

“Is he the same man who … was a fraud?” 

Delinda and Shang–chi gasped at this. 

“Fraud?”