Marrying the quarterback

Chapter Seven

I was wrapped in a bubble of bliss when I woke up and stretched my limbs when the sun clocked in and seeped through the curtains of my temporary bedroom. The whole fake-marriage thing with Maxwell didn’t include us sharing a bed and I was relieved when Maxwell arranged to have this bedroom cleaned and set up for me. There was after a tiny hope that Maxwell wasn’t a jerk as I thought.

The upside about living with an all-star quarterback is able to use his home gym.

“Glad to see you found the gym,” Maxwell’s full and rich voice travelled up my spine.

I paused the treadmill and turned my head in the direction of the entrance. His eyes were still a bit sleepy from just waking up and I found his sleeping demeanour mesmerizingly handsome.

I never repulsed the idea of finding him attractive. Big and strong square shoulders, strong chin with a defined jawline, teasing blue eyes and wide soft-looking lips. Maxwell was the perfect image of a bachelor.

“Yeah, I hope you don’t mind,” I grabbed a towel and slipped off the treadmill.

He shrugged, folding his arms in front of his chest leaning up against the archway of the door and crossing his ankles.

“Why would I? I built the gym with the purpose of avoiding the media or letting off steam,” He replied with his eyes lingering on my muscular torso, skimming up and resting on my round and full breasts.

“My face is up here, philanderer,” I remarked, patting him on the chest when I slipped past him out of the room.

“Do you blame me for checking out a woman who loves hiding her remarkable shape behind a badge and a gun?” Maxwell said with a flirty tone showing me just how smooth he was at luring women in.

I gazed at him over my shoulder, our eyes meeting. It was on the tip of my tongue to blow him off but something in his eyes was different like he wasn’t playing with me but I can be wrong.

“I am going to take a shower,” I walked away and headed straight for the bathroom.

I couldn’t believe I was living in a superstar’s house—his shower was triple the size of mine. I could fit my bedroom into his bathroom and there were still be enough space to take a shower.

Something smelled amazing when I left my bedroom after I got dressed and made my way down the flight of stairs. Finding Maxwell in the kitchen, standing in front of the oven and responsible for the amazing smell travelling throughout the whole house.

He too went to take a shower and got dressed.

“You can cook?” I asked, surprised.

Maxwell only gave me a blunt glance over his shoulder indicating I was asking a half-witted question.

I walked around the kitchen, taking in the size of what felt as if it stretched forever and pulled the fridge open from curiosity, finding it stacked.

“I hope you are not a vegan,” He noted, turning around and dishing up crisp bacon, scrambled eggs and toast.

I picked up a crisp piece of bacon and took a bite making a statement that I was a non-vegan.

“Well, at least your boss did one thing right to set me up with you,” He remarked with a smouldering smile.

“Are you always a jackass?” I asked, bluntly. “Or do you just this way because you are afraid, they won’t like the real you?” It was obvious that there was another side of Maxwell.

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” He brushed off my comment a bit hastily.

“You do realize my job includes observing people’s behaviour,” I reminded him.

“And what does my aura tell you?” He sarcastically asked, lifting his head.

“That you are keeping the real Maxwell locked away behind this fake demeanour,” I replied, keeping my eyes steady when he tried to keep them level with mine.

“People love drama,” He acknowledges wiping off his mouth and pushing his plate aside. “They expect me to be arrogant and a heartbreaker,”

“Heartbreaker?” I queried, feeling like he was more than a heartbreaker.

He shrugged. “Girls come around here thinking they can control me, get me to settle down and live according to their aspects,”

“And what are those aspects?”

“Marry me for my money only to divorce me and take it all away,”

“You are sour because you can’t find a girl who loves you,” The look of yearning was evident in his eyes.

“Something like that,”

“How are you going to find the love of your life when you are making your way through girls? Have you ever considered that you might just push her further away?”

“What about you, Burgess?”

I arched an eyebrow, confused by his question. “What about me?”

“Are you disgusted by my ways of dealing with the lonely crack in my heart?” He asked.

I blinked in surprise.

“I can see right through your tough armour and guarded eyes. You hate me,” He observed, leaning back in his chair.

“I don’t agree with your ways, Maxwell but it doesn’t mean I hate you,” I clarified. “You’ve got some serious talent inside of you. You are doing what other kids can only dream of. You don’t realize how blessed you are to have this life of jogging out on the field and doing what you love,”

“Have you always wanted to become a detective?” He asked.

“I had other plans but it’s the rush inside of me that I couldn’t tame,” I answered, getting to my feet and cleaning the table.

“What made you join law enforcement?” He asked getting up as well.

“Are you expecting some sob story where I lost a partner or a family member to a mafia lord and I made it my ambition to find him to have vengeance?” I asked sarcastically.

He shrugged.

I laughed softly. “No, I might have a broken past but I am not seeking vengeance,” I clarified.

“Is this something you want to do for the rest of your life?” He asked, helping me rinse the dishes and placing them in the dishwasher.

“At one time, I wanted to apply for an FBI position,” I noted.

“But?”

I found it crazy to have a conversation with him but he showed actual interest. “I just found out what a bunch of assholes they are,”