59 59- A Mess After Rafael left, the silence still lingered in the air. Gerard gave a c fusing look to Flint, “What!” Flint snapped at him, “Don’t act like a fool, Gerard. We all know he resembles Alex a lot!” “Resembles, Alex?” Gerard repeated. “I’ll get us some beer,” Sophie once again left Marissa alone and went to the kitchen. “You contacted the kids‘ father?” He seemed to have difficulty wrapping his head around the fact. “No, I didn’t. He contacted us,” Marissa brought him to the couch, “now tell me about your business trip. This one took longer,” She mouthed a silent thank you to Sophia who was handing over the beer cans to them. “I know, Marrisa. And I missed you every minute of it!” Sophia wanted to roll her eyes. This dude knew Marissa never encouraged his advances and still he was reminding her how much he missed her. “You look tired,” Sophie remarked and took another 20:39 179 sofa right across him, folding her legs under her. “Yes” he took a chug from his can, because I just came straight from the airport. “Straight from the airport!” Marissa and Sophie both repeated after him but for some reason, his mood seemed grey. “So, what this dude… who is supposedly your kids‘ father, is doing here?” he was trying his best to keep the sarcasm out of his tone, but they did get the hint. Marissa wasn’t planning to back off. She gave him a sweet smile and raised the beer can in her hand. “Cheers for coming back home. G. Now you tell me. What do YOU think about it? Why was he here? You telll me.” She demanded with a poised smile. There was so much confidence on her face and in her actions that for a minute Gerard was speechless. “No. I meant to say is…” he took time in gulping down the canned liquid. “If he is their father then maybe you could have sent the kids to his place. I know it has to be your decision and I respect it. Marissa. But the way be tried to hurt you in the past …” Wherever hannened hannened in the past. He might A M have hurt me, but he is still their father. I can’t tell my kids that they are supposed to meet him at his place because he is not welcome here.” Gerard went quiet after that. It seemed like he was not liking it. His company sent him away for a business trip to close some important deals and here Marissa got busy meeting her ex. He felt hurt. “That’s good,” his expression suddenly transformed, “I like your decision, Marissa, I wish my Mom had decided the same for me. She never let me meet my father.” Sophie and Marissa nodded in sympathy, Gerard got to his feet and asked for their empty cans. He then disposed of them in the kitchen bin. “I guess I must leave now. Already jet–legged due to long flight.” He stretched and, in the process, his t–shirt lifted a little giving a glimpse of his well–toned abs. “By the way he straightened, “I can also stay here if Marissa will let me… in her room. Ha–ha, both the SP 59. A Mass girls were at a loss for words on his poor sense of humor. “Come on, you two! I was just kidding.” He then ruffled Sophie’s hair and ki*sed Marissa’s cheek before going out of the apartment. When the door slammed shut, Mariss eyed each other and fell back tiredly. d Sophia “Gosh! An ideal start to the weekend,” Sophie muttered and started laughing. Marissa sighed, “Agree!” she said looking up at the ceiling. “Now what, Mar?” Sophie asked her and Marissa knew what she was talking about. Rafael Sinclair. He seemed mad. What would she do now? “Tha
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t was hell awkward, man!” Sophie remarked again. Marissa tried to remember the moment when he pulled her to him and touched her hair. Her hand raised and touched the same hair strand. 20.40 59 59–A Mess “You never leave your hair down!” he had said to her. God! What’s the matter with me? He was here for the kids! Not me! “Don’t worry,” Sophie patted her shoulder, “Go and get some sleep. We’ll think in the morning,” she yawned loudly. “Right!” Marissa stood up and headed to her room. She needed to come up with a solution after getting some much needed sleep. However, throughout the night she couldn’t get a peaceful sleep and kept twisting and turning in her bed. This was one of those nights when she used to dream of all the good moments she spent with Rafael. The way they used to talk, the way he used to touch her, and the love Nina Sinclair used to shower at her. “Never tell Rafael that you are Marissa Aaron. The moment he knows you are not Valerie Aaron, you might lose him, Marissa. I beg you to keep him safe.” She could still see Nina joining her palms together while begging her. 20:00 675 Early morning when she got up there was just time thought on her mind “You played me, lutch You took advantage of my tem for him. If life will offer me a chaner, F’ll tell you whe! *** “You duhet sleep well, she felt Flint’s bound in her hair when she was dozing with her head down on the kiti hen counter Poor, Mar, Nophic switched on the electric kettle for her lemon grass tea that she used to take on an empty stomach “Mar How about I make you this tea? It will keep your belly flat and dissolve all your fat. They say you’ll lose weight in no time.” Marissa showed her a thumbs up sign without lifting her head “OK. Got it. Forget about this tea” Sophie then turned to Flint, “Grandpa. Make her coffee. She can’t even seem to talk with that swollen face” Sophia then eyed Marissa with a meaningful pout, “I was thinking to give 50 50 A Moss around our bellies…” This time Marissa didn’t let her finish and at last raised her face, “Your tire, Sophie. I don’t have any tires. It’s just a pouch… a small, baby pouch,” Sophie observed her face with a smile, “Yeah. Agree. Pouch!” “And you can’t lose that belly tire of yours if you keep snacking those sweet treats. That’s the reason I take very little sugar,” Marissa snapped with narrowed eyes. “Yeah! I have seen how you avoid those sugar cravings by eating lots of ice cream!” Sophie attacked back and that flared Marissa’s rage. “Donuts and ice–creams are your department, not mine!” “Girls! Can you two shut up, please … There is someone at the door! I don’t know who will visit us at this ungodly hour…” Poor Flint who was pouring coffee into cups tried to move their focus away from this morning’s fight but none of the girls heard him. “Fine!” he threw his arms in the air and went to open the door 7/9 20:40 50 59- A Mess However, both the girls had to hold their verbal judo and froze when Rafael Sinclair entered the kitchen with a huge grin on his face. He looked handsome in that casual t–shirt and cotton trousers, w dark shades on his face. “Hello! I brought waffles for you all…” he lifted the brown paper bags that he was carrying and tossed a huge container of Vanilla ice cream on the counter, “Anyone up for a waffle and ice–cream combo?” Marissa wanted to crawl inside that kitchen drain hole. He looked so perfect, while she? Well! She looked like a mess. Smelly teeth, unwashed face, tired eyes, and disheveled hair. What was he doing here, early morning? Wasn’t he mad, last night?
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