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 movie

the broody guy crosses his arms over his mighty chest. “You’re

Deep, authoritative voice.

gulp and

into mine,

The fabric of his hoodie almost brushes against me. He obviously lacks respect

Scary.

away from him if the table wasn’t behind me, but I’m

I actually found you in the library…” the guy mutters. “It must be my lucky day

to stare at

chest is ridiculously broad, and the surrounding air

be the most

you listening

I’m checking you

“The teacher said he gave you my number—why didn’t you

“Uhhh…?”

He leans in closer and boxes me further into the table. Having him

but

my eyes, and I hold my breath. Is he going to

freeze as he glares at me, too nervous about making a move. Too damn scared

“Are you on drugs?”

I shake my head.

haven’t you

“C-called?” I stammer.

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

Work together?

“I’m…”

louder, like a normal person! No one is going to

I gulp.

already, and my tongue

mistake me for

Sorry… But

arms from his chest. He sighs and takes a step back to leave my

size. What do they feed this

He is huge.

in a “he might be a serial

away from me to pull out a chair and sit by

move. “Sit

what to say or do. “Are

my teeth into my lower lip, the guy glares at

you have any clue who

I shake my head.

a fucking poster of me hanging on the

shake my head

his head like I’m the weirdo. “I’m Maddox Daniels, your project partner. Now, do you have

just…

Especially around Maddox Daniels.

Wait.

have a

mind, I

I can

I can’t afford to fail this class,” Maddox is eyeing my laptop like a predator. “What do you

I somehow find my voice. “I haven’t

and grabs the side of my screen. He pulls the laptop over so he can

“Hmmm…” Maddox hums.

and my nerves root me to the spot. I’m

decides to make a presentation about Sweden when you could choose any goddamn

“Uhhh…”

in the picture, is he fucking skinny dipping?” Maddox looks away from the screen, sizing me up. “Wow, even the most

a cliff

are writing

We are writing

his hairline, but the relentless, unfriendly expression returns a

that—I can see the

do I get the feeling he

“Good…”