Mr. President: You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets - Chapter 445

Chapter 445: 445- A*sshole!
“I’ll do the dishes,” he announced before taking the dishes to the kitchen.

“You’re rich. Don’t you have servants for doing that?” she asked him a serious question but that made him smile.

“I live alone. There is a cleaning lady who arrives twice or thrice a week. A chef who is only needed to prepare dinner because my breakfast is a donut and a coffee from a café. Lunch is usually skipped.”

He told her the details while scooping the plates along with the dishes. She was observing him with wide eyes when his eyes narrowed into thin slits, “Won’t you help me with this?”

He was expecting her to give him that same sweet smile and get on her feet. However, he was in for a surprise when shook her head, “I cooked breakfast so it’s only fair if you do the dishes.”

His face had that fake innocence, “I helped you in cutting those vegetables…”

Aniya wiggled her index finger, “I can give you company.”

She wished she could tell him how she was enjoying his company. He didn’t look like the CEO of a big corporation.

He was still trying to shame her for not participating in the chore and she was continuously smiling like a fool at the threats he was issuing her.

What if Lisa will meet him? She thought with a big grin when the kitchen towel landed on her ass.

“Ouch!” she pressed her hand there and gave him a mean look.

His face feigned innocence, “At least put the leftovers in the fridge,” wearing the apron he turned around and folded his arms on his chest.

He was giving drop-dead model vibes in that half-sleeved t-shirt. He followed his gaze and flexed his muscles, “What! Wanna touch them and confirm if they are real?”

She huffed but couldn’t stop the small smile tugging at her lips, “Watch out, George Clooney. Otherwise, I might steal your hoodie next.”

Goodness! I need to keep my hands busy.

She went for the leftovers and started transferring them to the small airtight boxes, “I think I need to go directly to the office. There is no time to go to the hostel and change,” she muttered more to herself.

Her uniform was in her office locker.

“We can go together,” he offered her busily and for some reason, Aniya felt like he was holding his breath. Did he think, she might decline his offer?

Well! He was hell right.

“N-no!” she bobbed her head, “I …”

“I know we can’t be seen together,” he at last turned around to face her, “I understand. B-but…” he was now staring down at his feet, “Can we take an off today?” he suggested, and that boyish grin was back to his face.

“Mr. George Donovan. I’m a new employee and I can’t afford an off this early. So, no… that’s out of the question.”

He made a pout and then shrugged, “I like George Clooney better.”

Wait what?

“George!”

“Listen, Anaya…” he held her by her shoulders, “This is my company, and if I’m asking you to take an off then…”

She silently pried his hands off her shoulders, “Do you expect me to take advantage? I will never do that!”

Lifting herself on her toes, she kissed his cheek and felt him go rigid. His eyes darkened slightly, and a flicker of something passed through them, “Stealing things from me is becoming a habit, huh?”

The faint smile on Aniya’s lips froze. Something about the way he said that made her heart skip a beat.

She scoffed trying to shake it off, “Yeah, yeah. Right now, you’re trying to steal my job. But let me tell you,” She leaned into him, “I love my job and I’m not taking an off!” her lips spread into a fake grin.

George didn’t say anything and just nodded at her, “OK. Go to the office then. But you are going with the driver!” he almost said it in a commanding tone and then raised his hand, “if there is a problem at the office then promise me you will come back here.”

What was he saying? What problem could she face there?

She couldn’t wrap her head around why he was saying that.

“OK. I’ll do it,” she nodded at him and extended her hand for a handshake, “See you in Star Corps, Mr. George Clooney.”

***

Sitting in the back seat of his less luxurious car, driven by a chauffeur, Aniya thought she was dreaming.

He was adamant to send her in a Porsche, but Aniya went for Nissan Sentra parked in the parking lot of his apartment building along with his collection.

“Please pull over a bit before the office building,” she requested the driver who had clear instructions to drop her off right in front of the building.

“But Mr. George asked me to …”

“I know what Mr. George said,” she brought a little sternness in her voice, “But I’d like you to stop the car BEFORE the office building please.”

The chauffeur didn’t argue any further.

Looking around in alertness, Aniya got out of the car and started walking to the building. She could feel giddiness in her heart when she thought of facing him again in the office.

However, her steps slowed when she saw the office staff standing outside the building. Her gaze found Emma and Olivia standing at some distance.

Emma was the first one to see her, “Anaya!” she hurriedly came to her and hugged her, “How was the night?” she asked mischievously.

Aniya’s smile didn’t falter for a second, “It was Ah-mazing!” she couldn’t tell her friends that nothing happened. They wouldn’t even believe her.

“Well! Look at you!” Olivia also hugged her, “We can see that!” she then stepped back and eyed Aniya’s face in curiosity, “Is your boyfriend on a good position in Star Corps?” Aniya’s heart skipped a beat.

“Wh-why?” this time her smile fainted.

“We all received a text from Star Corps. Boss wants us to enjoy our day today that’s why he has announced an off.”

“If there is a problem then promise me, you’ll come back here.” George’s voice echoed in her head.

“Asshole!” she muttered to herself.