JessicaKaye911

"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?

Mr. President: You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets

Aniya thought this was the most delicious thing she had ever tasted. His tongue was doing some amazing things to her insides while moving inside her mouth.

Her hand crawled to the nape of his neck as she curled her fingers to hold him. Her tongue was reacting to his touch and then it took a life of its own and tried entering his mouth. He might have felt her hesitation and opened his mouth to give her easy access.

The wild guttural growl that came out of his throat told Aniya that he liked it.

Aniya's other hand crawled under his t-shirt and felt those hard muscles with her palm. However, she was taken aback when he detached his mouth and looked down at her. They both were panting by now.

"Hey, little dove," he said breathlessly, "Whatever we are doing, requires a bed… but before that," he held her face and leaned his forehead to hers, "before that I need your consent on this. You do know what it's leading to. Right?"

447- Consent