Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets novel Chapter 444

Chapter 444: 444- You’re Something!

After the kiss, when he pulled back, he was grinning ear to ear, "You thought you were dreaming? By the way, it’s you who started the kiss!"

Before Aniya could come up with some excuse, he rolled over, pinning her under him, "Ah! You’re crushing me under your weight!"

Aniya complained to tease him, but he got serious and hurriedly propped up on his elbows.

"Sorry about that," he said with a sheepish grin, "How about you get ready, and we grab breakfast in a café?" He suggested in that low tone, twirling a strand of her hair between his fingers.

"Breakfast in a public place?" she asked him worriedly, "No!"

His forehead knitted into several lines as he made a pout, "Why you don’t want to be seen with me?"

Because I know we are not made for each other, and this is all temporary. You are the CEO of the Star Corps and I’m a maid there. We are together because you find my face familiar to someone.

"Hey, dreamy eyes," he snapped his fingers again before getting off the bed, "Go to the bathroom or I just might go ahead with that kiss."

Aniya’s eyes widened in embarrassment as she took the threat seriously and jumped off the bed. She could still hear his low chuckle behind her when she closed the bathroom door.

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She took a shower and then had no choice but to wear the same clothes. Staying overnight was never part of the plan but now she didn’t have any choice.

When she headed to the kitchen, George was standing there freshly showered, wearing a fresh t-shirt along with denim pants. He smelled good, as always, "What are you doing?" She asked him and picked up an apple from a nearby basket.

He let out a long sigh, "I’m thinking hard about what I can cook for you," he gave her a helpless grin, "I’m pretty dumb in that department."

He scratched his jaw looking around. Aniya took a big chug from the apple and then threw it at him, which he caught expertly.

He saw him going to the fridge and then she started taking out eggs, "What are you doing, little dove?"

"Umm. I can make pancakes or a veggie omelet," she waved the spatula near his face, "What will you prefer?" she asked him jokingly.

"I’ll prefer you!" he blurted out without thinking, causing her to pause, "I mean..." he cleared his throat, "I... you’re my guest and I... don’t want you to cook like this when ..."

Aniya’s pulse stumbled for a second, "Why not? Or you don’t trust my cooking skills, Mr. George Clooney. Now you aren’t off the hook. Crack these eggs for me, till then I’ll chop some veggies. Let me see what we have got here."

George was clearly enjoying himself. She called him George Clooney and then asked for his help in something he rarely knew.

With an amused smile, he watched her cute ass while she was bending down, observing the vegetable section of his fridge.

"We have baby spinach, baby tomato... capsicum..." she was muttering to herself.

"And a tight ass," He finished for her. With narrowed eyes, Aniya looked over her shoulder and found his eyes focused on her butt.

She straightened and hit him with a small towel, "Ouch!" he started rubbing his arm, "What was that for?"

"Now you will cut all those vegetables," she gave him a little shove and placed the knife with all the veggies on the counter.