Lena’s Pov
I am furious.
I heard the door open in the middle of the night. The father of my children has finally come home from clubbing, and now I am standing in the kitchen, angrier than I have felt in a long time.
I flip on the lights. "Jaxon!"
The huge man jumps in surprise. He is standing in front of the cabinet, his hand buried in a bag of chips. When he turns toward me, he looks completely shocked, like a deer caught in headlights.
His eyes are wide, his cheeks stuffed with chips, and he stares at me as if he cannot believe what he sees.
I plant my hands on my hips, trying to look intimidating even though I am barely five feet tall.
"Where have you been?" I demand, my voice loud and sharp.
"At the city bar and some clubs…"
"Partying… And why did you ignore all my calls?"
J
