Mr. President: You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets - Chapter 463

Chapter 463: 463- Voices and Faces.
George had just finished the meeting and was waiting for Ariel when Paige informed him that Anaya Jakes was outside his office.

“Please send her in,” he tried to sound more professional, straining to suppress his happiness. He hastily got up and dashed to the door to welcome her.

The office door was opened, and Anaya peeked inside with that cute tilt of her head.

“Hello, ma’am,” he grabbed her wrist to draw her inside and shut the door, “Welcome to my office,” his arms were wrapped around her waist as he looked down at her flushed face.

“Happy birthday again,” she raised the packet of crisps to his eye level, “You left this in my locker?”

“I left this in your locker!” he nodded and kissed her lips.

“Somebody might have noticed, George,” she tried pushing him away by placing her palm on his chest, but he didn’t budge.

“So what? Let them. By the way, I went inside with the excuse of inspection,” he said with a wink and Aniya rolled her eyes.

“Will we keep standing here?” she shot him a quick side glance and pointed to the sofa, “What’s that for?”

He pulled her again into him and placed his cheek on her head, “Stay like this, little dove!”

Aniya wanted to shake her head in annoyance. But his closeness didn’t allow her to move it.

“Mr. George Clooney. I’m here to share these crisps,” she didn’t have any option except to lean her cheek on his chest and close her eyes.

“This is making me sleepy. I want to doze off…” she mumbled.

“Hmm. Let’s go home and sleep together,” Aniya’s eyes widened at his suggestion. She slapped his arm and tried to push him away.

“Mrs. Eileen will fire me, George.”

“Then I’ll fire her! Stay like this!” he ordered her sternly, “I’m her boss.”

“No, you won’t fire her! Jerk!” she was finding it funny and kept pushing him away.

He squinted as hurt flashed in his eyes, “You called me jerk!”

“Yeah!” Aniya was successfully out of his grip and was now standing with her hand on her hip, “Stop being a drama queen and tell me if you want these crisps or not.”

“I want you!” he said with a pout. Aniya stared at him and then mirth bubbled up in her chest as she doubled over laughing hard.

She was laughing like crazy, and he was looking at her with a fond smile. When she recovered from her laughing spell, he brought her to the sofa but instead of making her sit on it, he sat down and pulled her down to his lap.

She suddenly turned serious, “George,” she turned to him while he was busy drawing randomly on her palm, “Last night, I saw a girl in the reception area of your apartment building who was there to see her boyfriend. Can you help me find her? I don’t know who she was visiting but I think I know her.”

“They manage a log for every guest. I can talk to them if you know about the exact time…” his lips started grazing the crook of her neck. She shivered visibly when felt his warm breath against her skin.

“Oh, fu*ck! Mrs. Eileen!” She hurriedly got off his lap and then closed her eyes when caught the huge tent in his pants.

“Sorry. Can’t help it!” he shrugged with nonchalance.

Aniya didn’t take the time to leave the office, forgetting the crisps behind.

***

Since last night, the beautiful girl hadn’t slipped off Aniya’s mind. Her image kept popping up in her thoughts.

She was in the office lobby cleaning the glass top of the central table of the waiting area when the main door was pushed open and the same blonde girl from the last night made her way straight to the reception.

Was she really there or was Aniya imagining it?

No, she was the same girl who was the miniature of her mom.

“Oh, wow. Today is Mr. George Donovan’s birthday and here is his fiancée to pick him up,” someone from behind her told another lady.

The blonde girl’s voice echoed in the lobby, “Can you inform George Donovan that I’m here to pick him or should I go and bring him myself?” she asked with a friendly smile.

Last night she had said to the apartment manager that she was there to see her boyfriend.

Aniya thought her heart had started pounding against the walls of her chest. She knew this face. She knew this face very closely.

Abi! Don’t worry. You’ll get better.

Two small hands were wiping her tears after she recovered from her asthma attack. The small girl who was also blonde told her with worry in her eyes.

Ariel! Let’s give Abigail some of our coloring books. A small boy of her age told the blonde girl. Aniya could feel the sweat tickling down her temple.

Different voices.

Different faces from her past!

“A…Ariel!” she whispered and rubbed her eyes trying to get rid of the sudden stinging, “M-my sister… Ariel… now I remember you… oh Goodness. Now I know why your face seemed familiar. But wait a minute. My sister Ariel is engaged to George Donovan?”

She saw her going to the elevator with the receptionist. The receptionist never ushered anyone to the elevator area.

“Ariel! Alex! My siblings! My sister is engaged to George. George never told me that he was committed.”

But I never asked him. Weren’t we supposed to be bed partners?

“We’ll leave in a while to celebrate his birthday,” Ariel said before stepping into the elevator.

Aniya thought she had died. She could no longer feel her heartbeat.

“Anaya!” she jerked when she heard Mrs. Eileen’s voice from nearby, “Are you alright?”

“She looks pale,” Paige’s concerned voice reached her ears, “Anaya. Do you want to go home early?”

Aniya tried to steady herself, but her legs seemed to turn into Jello. She stumbled slightly and Mrs. Eileen reached out to hold her, but Aniya shook her head, “It’s OK, Mrs. Eileen. I’m… good… I’m… good…”

She kept her head down as she forced herself to cross the lobby. The moment she stepped outside, the cold evening air hit her.

A lump was quickly forming in her throat.

Her vision blurred as silent tears welled in her eyes. She bit her lip, forcing back the sob but the ache in her chest deepened with every step.

She walked faster, hoping that no one would see her. She wiped her face with trembling fingers when she reached near her hostel building.

“Rafael and Marissa Sinclair. The hot couple Lisa was raving about. They are my parents!”