Maxine Martin’s POV
I let out a dry laugh at what I heard from Enzo. And does he really want to explain things in his room? As if I don't already know what he wants to do.
"I don't want to," I said, lowering my voice because one of the kids stirred.
Good thing I was lying on the edge. Because if I was in the middle of the kids, one of them might have woken up when Enzo climbed onto the bed.
"Please, baby. You misunderstood it. I didn't mean to kiss Glaiza. She’s the one—”
“Lorenzo, I'm not in the mood to listen to your explanation right now!” I said sharply.
Enzo took my hand and pulled it to his chest. I could feel his heartbeat. I froze for a moment because, in the dim light, I could see how much my boyfriend wanted to talk to me. His eyes were pleading.
“She blackmailed me. Glaiz
