Mr. President: You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets - Chapter 457

Chapter 457: 457- The Date
George was buttoning his shirt while glancing at himself in the mirror. Aniya had just left this afternoon and now he was getting excited for this date as if they were meeting after such a long time.

Until now, he had somewhat guessed she was a sensitive, funny, and intelligent girl. Too bad that she couldn’t attend school.

He quickly went to his nightstand when his phone started ringing, “Hey! Ariel! What’s up!”

“University sucks, George!” Ariel groaned in frustration. George had to press his lips to fight back his smile. Everyone knew Ariel wasn’t fond of reading course books. She was going to university to take over her father’s Kanderton company.

Unlike her, her brother Alexander Sinclair was passionate about books. Though he was not nerdy and knew how to have fun too.

“Hmm. I know,” and that reminded him again about his thesis that he needed to submit but now it was getting postponed because he couldn’t think straight in Anaya Jakes’s presence.

“Why don’t you come over here, G? Spend one or two days with me. Angela is also getting bored,” Angela was Ariel’s childhood friend and was crazy about Alexander Sinclair who was a perfect replica of his father.

“Oh. If Angela is getting bored, perhaps you should call Alex… I guess,” he teased while slipping the watch onto his wrist.

“Shut up! I want you here for myself. You do know how much I love you,” Placing his phone between his cheek and shoulder, he quickly went for his cufflinks.

“Umm hmm. I know that,” he uttered busily, growing a little conscious as he was running out of time.

“Are you with someone?” she asked him curiously, “Your answers are too short!”

George smiled guiltily, “No, Ariel. Right now I’m alone.”

But I wasn’t alone last night or this afternoon. In fact, she was with me this whole damn weekend.

“Hey, George! What’s going on? Is everything alright?” Ariel’s voice snapped him back to the present.

“Yeah… everything is alright… I’m just getting ready to attend a dinner,” he brushed his hair back casually.

“Oh. A business dinner? Or a date?” he could detect mischievousness in her voice.

He heaved a heavy sigh before answering her, “It’s a date.”

“What! It’s a girl! You moron! When were you planning to tell me?”

His ears started ringing with her screams. He had to move away his phone for a while and shut one eyelid to bear the impact, “Whoa. Cool down, Ariel. I’ll tell you everything but right now I really need to go, sweetheart.”

Aniya had asked him not to pick her up from the hostel gate because she was planning to walk down the block where he would be waiting.

“Fine!” she snapped, “But do remember. This isn’t over!”

And George knew Ariel Sinclair wasn’t serious.

***

“Oh, my God! It’s too short!” Aniya muttered while tugging the hem of her dress with a deep frown.

Emma who was sitting cross-legged on the bed rolled her eyes, “It barely shows your thighs, bitch. Moreover, you are eighteen not eighty!”

Olivia who was busy with her makeup pouch smirked as she twisted open a mascara bottle, “Stop pulling it down Aniya. It’s going to get even shorter,” she placed her hands on Aniya’s shoulders to push her onto the chair, “Now hold still otherwise I swear I’ll poke your eyes with this.”

With a groan, Aniya settled her ass on the chair and tilted her chin up. Olivia had landed her a satin wrap dress in emerald, green that had a V-neckline and flutter sleeves. It was paired with a wrap-style skirt that stopped just below her thighs.

Emma was sweet enough to lend her black strappy heels and now Aniya was debating mentally if it was a wise decision to wear them.

“You know?” Emma now stood in front of her, “You look incredibly se*xy,” she clicked her tongue as If she was impressed by the outcome.

“I agree, milord!” Olivia chimed in, leaning back to admire her work, “Perfect!”

“It’s just a date,” Aniya got up to examine herself in the mirror, “Wow! You’re good Olive.”

“No, dummy. You’re beautiful,” Olivia gave her a quick hug, “Now go and give your guy a shock. I bet he’ll forget how to breathe.”

***

Aniya must have walked, hardly for five minutes when she saw a Mercedes-Maybach. She slowed in confusion if George was inside it.

He was indeed. A smile graced her lips when she saw him coming out of the car and opening the passenger door for her.

“You look lovely, ma’am,” he complimented her with a bow and Aniya could feel his eyes taking in her appearance.

She didn’t know if it was a genuine compliment or if he was saying it to keep her morale high. Moving into elite society, he must have an idea about girls’ fashion sense.

When the car door didn’t close after she got in, she looked at him with a frown. He was bending a little and Aniya thought he wanted to kiss her.

Controlling the giddiness in her belly, she made a pout, allowing him to kiss his lips. However, she had to blink open her eyes when she heard his amused voice, “Seatbelt, Ms. Anaya Jakes.”

Shit. What a fool I am!

However, he didn’t disappoint her. After clicking the seat belt, he softly kissed her lips, “Kissing should be done at the end of the date. So that your makeup doesn’t get ruined,” he murmured and kissed the tip of her nose, “Hey, beautiful,” he whispered looking into her eyes.

Aniya gulped hard and tried to smile, “Hello, handsome.”

After kissing her cheek, he closed the door and took the driving seat. But instead of starting the engine, he turned his body to look at her. The problem was she didn’t want to divert her gaze from his handsome face but…

“Umm,” her mind suddenly fished for some sensible words while she looked around in the car, “Is it yours?” she picked up the olive-green leather wallet that had initials imposed on it. A.S!

“A … S? Whose wallet is it?” she raised it in front of his eyes which were focused on her face.

“Nice try!” he took the wallet from her hand and tossed it behind. She scrunched her nose and turned her head to look at the back seat only to feel her heart drop into her belly.

“Shit!” She whispered, ducking her head down.

“What… what happened,” George who had started the car noticed her sinking into the seat.

“It’s Paige. She is walking to our car,” there was panic in her voice, “What is she doing here?”