Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets novel Chapter 215

Chapter 215: 215- Companionship

Sophie was lightly snoring behind her and here, she was, still awake, thinking about him. Not aware of how long she stayed awake, tossing and turning in her bed, she finally tossed away her covers and got up.

She couldn’t lie there anymore.

She tip-toed and came out of the room, holding her phone, without disturbing Sophie. Sometimes she wanted to be like her friend.

Carefree. Happy. With no signs of Insomnia.

The way she used to utter boldly whatever was there on her mind. That was the reason, most men easily got intimidated by her.

With a sigh, she kept pacing in the living room, not knowing what to do.

Rafael and the kids must have gone to sleep and now she was getting bored. She was missing him. His hot body.

The way his tongue touched her so intimately.

"Damn you, Rafael Sinclair," she picked up her phone and thought to type a message. She could tell him the next morning that she typed it and sent it without realizing that it was quite late.

"Hello, hotty..."

No. It didn’t sound appropriate.

"Hey, sexy! Is your tongue available?" she chewed the corner of her lower lip mischievously and then deleted the words.

Don’t be a dork, Marissa. Behave yourself.

She typed a new message again, "Hey. Are you awake?" and sent it. Then she thought of sending him another message and came up with an ’I Miss You Too’.

After all, he was the one who sent it first. She could tell him later that it was a formal reply to his ’I Miss you’. Right?

She sent him the message and then started roaming the small apartment. The same apartment that offered her a home. A safe cocoon for her kids.

Rafael was right. Her children deserved proper space. They were growing fast and soon would start school too.

There were so many things she needed to do, all she required was the correct sequence of those chores.

Few of the tasks included, dealing with Nina and Valerie, working on White Palace for her event, and giving the kids their rightful place as Sinclairs.

With a small sigh, she padded towards the kitchen, deciding on a cup of coffee. Right now, that was the only thing that could accompany her.

While filling the jug with water and putting grounded coffee in the filter, her mind kept going back to Rafael.

A smile tugged at her lips. Did he ever notice how his eyes crinkled at the corners whenever he smiled?

The machine had started gargling, and the kitchen was filled with the rich aroma of the brewing coffee. She leaned against the counter still thinking about him.

She wished she could ask him to wake up and come over. She wanted his company. His smell. Him!

The coffee had finished brewing. She poured herself a cup and brought it to the living room. The plan was to curl up on the couch and think more about him.

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