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!”

I don’t want

on my back.

his scruffy face against me while 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, and holy shit-was

Damn.

My resistance is weakening.

bulge as he hugs

There is another smooch.

Crap.

me to do something, but I’m

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

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

again. “But I still feel

anger to hide that I’m horny. “And your solution was

“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 phone

and had no card to

club.”

must have walked. “How far away is that

“Jesus Christ…”

“Yeah…”

“Aren’t you tired?”

“Very.”

me to the couch in the living room and sits down with me on his lap. His arms are wrapped around me, lips

and deep, gravelly. “Do you love

stands on edge on my body. Maddox’s voice is sexy. “How is that even a question?

nape of my neck. “You spend a lot of time with our sons, and that’s okay, but… It feels like you don’t include me.” I’m taken aback. “W-What do you mean? You’re always with us

“But not always.”

leaves my lips. “Maddox, you work all day-football

“And?”

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

parent is tired. What point are you

have a job!” I say in a frustrated voice, sighing. “I thought it would be nice if I let you… You know, if I let you rest and be away from this life once

and that you would put too much on me if you included me… So you tried to shoulder the entire parenthood and do everything yourself?” It sounds so stupid, but it’s the truth.

He snorts. “That’s dumb.”

in defeat. “I know… But because you’re a football star, I thought maybe… Maybe family

“Boring for me?”

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

legs from the height of his lap until he sighs and leans forward, resting his chin on my shoulder. His big, arms are tight

to

get that… I’m