Chapter 142- When Rafael Sinclair Makes Love
"Maybe you can show me how to love... oh ooo..." she started singing as soon as she got down from the car.
"Marissa, wait!" she didn’t even give him a chance to open the door for her.
"I can open my Goddamn door. Hehe..." she twirled and then tried to shake her ass, "Maybe you can show me how to love, maybe... I’m going through with drawls... maybe you can show me..."
She stumbled a little and was about to fall when two strong arms were at once around her waist.
"Dear, old Rafael. Always on time. Like a superhero!" she was so loud that Rafael was sure the neighborhood could hear her announcement.
"Give me your purse, honey," he spread his palm in front of her eyes. Marissa who was leaning into his hard body scrunched her nose.
"My purse? No! Go get your own money. Haha. It’s mine," she was in stitches.
"Marissa!" Rafael rolled his eyes, "I need the door keys. Now come on, sweetie."
"Sweetie! Did you call me sweetie? Nobody ever called me sweetie, Rafael!" her eyes welled up.
She wanted to cry but then stopped and frowned to herself, "I think I’m forgetting something."
"Forgetting what?" he demanded.