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

up the hair on my

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

Damn.

My resistance is weakening.

so long since we had sex, and Maddox’s arms bulge as he hugs me tighter. “I missed you a lot today,

There is another smooch.

Crap.

me to do something, but I’m

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

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

Maddox kisses me again. “But

your solution was to go out drinking?” Another kiss.

“It really was…”

you to call and text me, tell me you miss me…” “I did – so many

and had no card to pay for

club.”

to figure out how long he must have walked. “How far away is that damn club?!” “I don’t

“Jesus Christ…”

“Yeah…”

“Aren’t you tired?”

“Very.”

the living room and sits

is all broken and deep, gravelly. “Do you love me, Michelle?”

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

of time with our sons, and that’s okay, but… It feels like you don’t include me.” I’m taken aback.

“But not always.”

“Maddox, you work all day-football is your profession. You earn a living, and

“And?”

word myself, but being with the twins is lovely. They are my everything, but sometimes they also drain me of

of course, they do. Every parent is tired. What point are you

tired even though I don’t have a job!” I say in a frustrated voice, sighing. “I thought it would be nice if I let

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 parenthood

He snorts. “That’s dumb.”

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

“Boring for me?”

of words,” i groan. “I 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

silent for a while. I dangle my legs from the height of his lap until he sighs and leans forward, resting his chin on my shoulder. His big, arms are tight around me again, fingers lapping

want to be

“I get that…