Pregnant Too Young Daddy Is A Billionaire Jock

I’m afraid of most men.

I haven’t told anyone, and I’m not seeing a therapist about it, but it all started after I was raped. Of course, no one knows about that either. I’m scared no one would believe me.

Especially since I’m not beautiful, tall, or attractive.

I’m a short little book nerd brunette. An introverted nobody, and it was a famous football player on campus who forced himself on me.

Why did he do that?

Why me?

Those exact thoughts are why I keep it a secret.

No one would believe me if I said Thomas Hennington pushed me into the wall and forced his junk inside me.

Thinking about it makes me sick to the stomach.

It happened during my first frat party before any classes had started. Thomas was drunk, but that is not an excuse.

What he did was wrong.

Yet I feel guilty that I was there.

It feels like everything is my fault.

Sometimes it makes me want to cry.

But no one would believe me if I told them what Thomas did.

Therefore, I keep my mouth shut and try not to think about it. I’m not wealthy enough to see a therapist, and I will be fine. I can handle this. There is worse stuff happening in this world.

I’m not pregnant—I checked.

And my fear of men is a phase that will pass.

Despite the mess inside my head, I silently tap away on my laptop inside the library.

Since its the first year of college, our professor wanted us to bond and make new friends. He grouped us two-and-two to make a presentation together, but my partner wasn’t there.

I actually consider myself lucky because I’m supposed to be working with a guy—Maddox Daniels. And although all the girls squealed, I didn’t want to be paired with a guy.

Maddox Daniels sounds like a super scary name too.

And all the girls called him hot.

Sexy.

One girl sighed and fought the professor to switch partners with me; what the heck was that all about?

Girls are weird…

Yawning, I take a deep breath and stand up from my chair.

I’m getting hungry and should leave the library. I live with two other girls in a tiny apartment. They usually eat my food, but there might be something left.

I roll my shoulders and reach for my laptop. But before I can grab it and get out of here, heavy footfalls approach me.

“Hey, you!”

I slowly turn around and freeze.

Holy shit.

Who is that?

Anxiety churns in my stomach when I lift my chin.

An insanely colossal guy is heading in my direction. A grey hoodie hugs his muscular arms, and I’m forced to lift my chin to meet his irritated eyes; that’s how tall he is.

Judging by his ripped body type, he must be into sports. Football or wrestling? A lineman? Hard to tell, but it must be a position that requires height. I would guess he is six-foot-five, or possibly six-foot-six.

Regardless, he is intimidating and handsome. Enough to make me forget how to function. I just stand there like a fool, staring at him while my IQ rapidly drops to zero.

a

goldfish when the broody guy crosses his arms over his mighty chest. “You’re Michelle Henriksson,

Deep, authoritative voice.

and whisper.

mine, and he takes a

his hoodie almost brushes against me. He obviously

Scary.

table wasn’t behind me, but I’m

actually found you in the library…” the guy mutters. “It must be

continue to stare

is ridiculously broad, and

might be the most intimidating guy I’ve

you listening to

I’m checking you out.

number—why didn’t you text or

“Uhhh…?”

me further into the table. Having him so close makes my heart pound. “Wait. Are you challenged or

my mouth, but not a sound

eyes, and

too nervous about making a move. Too damn scared

“Are you on drugs?”

I shake my head.

haven’t you

“C-called?” I stammer.

raises his voice while towering over me. “Yes, Michelle?! We are supposed to work together! Explain yourself! Why didn’t you text or call me? Talk, for

Work together?

“I’m…”

like a normal person! No one is going to hear you if you mumble

I gulp.

and my tongue darts

me for someone

But

him drop his arms from his chest. He sighs and takes a step

do they feed this guy with?

He is huge.

but in a “he might be a serial killer”

from me to pull out

lips move.

at him harder, unsure what to say or

into my lower lip, the guy glares at me with anger ticking against his

any clue

I shake my head.

on the

shake my

I’m the weirdo. “I’m Maddox

just…

Especially around Maddox Daniels.

Wait.

he have a poster on the campus

mind, I should answer

whisper, “No… I

I can’t afford to fail this class,” Maddox is eyeing my laptop like a predator. “What do you have so far? And why aren’t you sitting

retake my seat. I’m shaking, yet I somehow find my

screen.

“Hmmm…” Maddox hums.

passing out. My heart is racing, and my nerves root me to the spot. I’m not sure what to do with

roam over my screen. “Who the hell decides to make a presentation about Sweden when you could choose any

“Uhhh…”

away from the screen, sizing me up. “Wow, even the most

off a cliff into the water in one of

writing about

We are writing about

but the

that—I can see

do I get the feeling he had

“Good…”