Pregnant Too Young Daddy Is A Billionaire Jock

Chapter 40

Michelle

I’m furious.

I heard the door open in the middle of the night. The father of my children is finally home from clubbing, and now I’m storming into the kitchen, angrier than a thundercloud.

I press on the lights. “MADDOX!”

The behemoth of a man jumps in startlement. He is facing the kitchen cabinet, hand deep down into a bag of chips. When he turns around to meet my eyes, he looks like a hamster caught in headlights.

His eyes are immense, cheeks even more gigantic and filled with chips, and he stares at me in stupefaction.

I plant my hands on my sides, daring to glare and challenge my boyfriend, who is like twice my size.

“Where have you been?!” I roar at him and try to look as imposing as I can from my almost five feet of height.

“At the city bar and some clubs…”

“Ah, partying… Why haven’t you answered any of my calls?!”

Maddox’s lips tip up by the corners. I glare harder, and he walks over to me with unsteady feet, looming over me. I swallow thickly.

I’m not sure what to expect from Maddox when he is drunk. I thought I was over my fear of men, but alcohol can mess with a people’s brain. Therefore, I remain guarded, waiting for his next move.

It could be anything. Maddox holds out the chips bag expectantly. “You want some chips?” Is he serious? I harder my glare. “No.”

“Why not?” “It’s four in the morning.” “The perfect time for some snacks.”

“No, it’s not.” “Suit yourself,” Maddox downs the rest of the chips, licks his lips, and then disposes of the chips bag. “Are you angry with me?” “Yes.”

Immediately, his face pales. “No, don’t be angry with Maddox!”

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My eyes narrow. “Are you drunk?”

He smiles dumbly down at me. “Ha, you’re so short,” with his fingers, he massages my scalp, still smiling. “Such soft hair.”

I can’t stop myself from facepalming. “Oh-my-god… You’re drunk…” There is a hiccup: “Maybe… You’re cute.” “Maddox, you have to take this seriously-”

A shriek leaves my lips when he picks me up, hugging me like I’m his long-lost teddy bear.

“Release me!”

don’t

hair on my back.

holding me tighter. He is surprisingly gentle and sweet but won’t soften up-I’m a strong woman. I’m going to keep being strong,

Damn.

My resistance is weakening.

since we had sex, and Maddox’s arms bulge

There is another smooch.

Crap.

to do something, but I’m fighting my urges. Must.

not that we are married, but I know the tone. “Then you should have come

my cheek, then moves to my lips, nibbling the lower one. Even drunk, the man knows how to tease me, and his voice is gravelly when he speaks. “I just feel like we don’t spend enough time together…” “We live together…” I’m shuddering in his arms. His lips are full and soft, but we

kisses me again. “But I

horny. “And your solution

“It really was…”

wanted you to call and text me, tell me you miss me…” “I did – so many fucking times, Maddox! You didn’t answer your

card to pay for a cab.

club.”

figure out how long he must have

“Jesus Christ…”

“Yeah…”

“Aren’t you tired?”

“Very.”

the living room and sits down with me on his lap. His arms

speaks, his voice is all broken and deep, gravelly. “Do you

edge on my body. Maddox’s voice is sexy.

our sons, and that’s okay, but… It feels like you don’t include me.” I’m taken aback. “W-What do you

“But not always.”

my lips. “Maddox, you work all day-football is your profession.

“And?”

sound good no matter how I word myself, but being with the twins is lovely. They are my everything, but sometimes

of course, they do. Every parent is tired.

say in a frustrated voice, sighing. “I thought it would be nice if I let you… You know, if I let you rest and

seems to dawn on him as he stays silent for a while. I can almost hear the gears in his head turning. Eventually, he speaks. “You thought it would be a burden and that you would put too much on me if you included me… So you tried to shoulder the entire

He snorts. “That’s dumb.”

football star, I thought maybe… Maybe family life was

“Boring for me?”

don’t know why I did it, Maddox. I didn’t want to exhaust you with your football AND the twins, and then… I don’t know. I thought it would

while. I dangle my legs from the height of his lap until he sighs and leans forward, resting

to be

me. “I get that… I’m sorry…”