Mr. President: You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets - Chapter 449

Chapter 449: 449- Dorian Maxwell
Aniya stirred, stretching her arms as she blinked at the space beside her. A loud yawn escaped her lips as she pushed herself up on her elbows, rubbing her eyes.

“Where is George?” She mumbled to herself.

She glanced around and blinked when the door swung open and George stepped inside, his face lighting up the moment he saw her awake.

“Leave the bed, little dove,” he said with a teasing grin, “Or you won’t be able to sleep at night.”

She let out another yawn, propping herself up, “What’s the time?”

He chuckled stepping closer and sitting on the edge of the bed, “It’s 1 pm. Now get up so that we can fix lunch.”

Aniya groaned and flopped back onto the pillows, “What do you mean fix lunch? Are you planning to make me work again in your kitchen?”

He leaned down brushing a playful kiss against her forehead, “Of course,” he then kissed her cheek and whispered near her ear, “Do you remember that you aren’t wearing your clothes?”

Aniya’s eyes were wide in embarrassment as she looked down and quickly covered herself with the sheets.

God, goodness. How could she even forget this?

“Shit!” she was looking everywhere except him. How could she forget they had this amazing… s*x?

While controlling his smile, he helped her in wrapping the sheet around her shoulders, “If you want you can take a shower.”

“And wear what?” she snapped at him.

When she didn’t get a reply, she gathered all the courage to look boldly into his eyes. The corner of his lips quivered as he leaned forward and said a single word near her ear, “Me!”

Aniya could feel the blush traveling to her earlobes and then her cheeks. She didn’t have any choice but to take her hand out of those sheets and punch his shoulder.

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“We could have gone outside for lunch, but you didn’t want to be seen with me,” George told her and wanted to laugh when saw the cheese smudged on her cheek.

For some reason, he felt his chest tightening with affection. He had never seen a girl of her age this innocent and this naive.

He reached out and wiped it with his thumb. Her innocent eyes widened when she saw him licking it off his finger with a smirk.

Her cheeks flushed, a warm pink spreading across her face.

“Y-You didn’t have to do that,” she mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper, but a shy smile tugged at her lips.

George leaned back, his gaze trailing over her, “I didn’t know one could look this good in oversized clothes,” he murmured.

They ordered beef burgers and now they were having it in his living room. Aniya was wearing his oversized t-shirt that was swallowing her frame and a pair of boxers that hung loose around her hips.

“You look adorable in my t-shirt,” he complimented her and took a hearty bite from his burger, his eyes were glinting with mischief.

“Thanks. But you gave it to me. I didn’t steal it,” she pointed out, making him laugh. Her heart was still fluttering due to the compliment he just paid. She ducked her head, taking another bite to hide her smile.

“We don’t know much about each other, Anaya,” he got serious and wiped his mouth with a napkin, “Let me tell you a bit about George Donovan. If you are interested…” he trailed off, but she nodded quickly, asking him silently to continue.

My mom and dad got separated when I was a baby. My mom thought Dad could snatch me from her, so she ran away. My childhood was without a father. I’m sorry if you find this dark or scary but my mom was killed when I was around seven or eight. And then a friend of my mom took me in and tried to look for my father. Once she located him, I was handed over to my father,”

While talking about his aunt, his eyes were roaming on her face. But there was not even an ounce of recognition in her eyes. She was now busy eating her French fries.”

He gulped and got busy with his food.

“It’s not dark,” she shrugged and wished she could also share her dark secrets with him this openly.

Hey George! Wanna know something darker? My adoptive father tried to… urgh.

She placed her leftover burger down on the plate.

“What happened?” he noticed her disinterest with a frown, “Eat it.”

“I … I don’t feel like eating anymore,” she raised her shoulder with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

“Why? I’m sorry …” he suddenly seemed panicked, “Is it because I told you about my past?” he was beside her in a jiffy, reaching out to hug her.

“I’m sorry, little dove. I’m so sorry,” he was apologizing to her and Aniya felt guilt making its way into her heart. He was misunderstanding her.

It was not him. It was her.

Her past was darker than he could imagine. Maybe he would leave her once he realized what kind of family she belonged to.

“George!” she tried calling his name, but he didn’t move away.

“Shh. Stay like this,” he whispered, and Aniya closed her eyes.

Stay like this? For how long? No! It’s all temporary, George. Wait till you learn about Alaric James and Dorian Maxwell. You might start hating me.

She wished she could tell him about her past as easily as he had confided in her.

George must have sensed her rigid body in his arms, he pulled back a little to watch her face, “Are you alright, Anaya? Are we alright?”

We?

He is worried about us?

But there is no us!

“Do you want to talk about it?” he cupped her cheek, “I’m sorry if you found my mom’s murder disturbing. I won’t ever repeat it… Anaya! … Why are you crying, honey?” he drew her close and enveloped her body into his big muscular arms.

“I’m right here,” he was rocking her gently like a baby and she was hiccupping like a frightened bird, “Honey! Talk to me.”

Aniya raised her head and looked at his handsome face closely, “Do… Do you know… Dorian…. Dorian Maxwell?”