Chapter 1
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
the broody guy crosses his arms over his mighty chest.
Deep, authoritative voice.
gulp and
eyes dig into mine, and he takes
The fabric of his hoodie almost brushes against me. He obviously lacks respect
Scary.
from him if the table wasn’t behind me, but I’m
in the library…” the guy mutters. “It must be my
to
broad, and the
might be the most intimidating guy
listening
I’m checking you
said he gave you my number—why didn’t you text or call me? We should work on this
“Uhhh…?”
that?” He leans in closer and boxes me further into the table. Having him so close makes my heart pound. “Wait. Are you challenged or
open my mouth, but not a sound comes
leans closer. He seems to be checking my eyes, and I hold my
at me, too nervous
“Are you on drugs?”
I shake my head.
why haven’t you
“C-called?” I stammer.
me. “Yes, Michelle?! We are supposed to work together! Explain yourself!
Work together?
“I’m…”
narrow. “Speak louder, like a normal person! No one is going
I gulp.
and my tongue darts to lick
me for
But who
his chest. He sighs and takes
still shocked by his size. What do they feed this
He is huge.
ridiculously attractive, but in a “he might be a serial killer”
from me to pull out a chair and sit by
move. “Sit
at him harder, unsure what to say or do.
lip, the guy
have any clue who
I shake my head.
poster of me hanging on the campus wall, and you
my head
I’m the weirdo. “I’m Maddox Daniels,
I’m just… Scared around
Especially around Maddox Daniels.
Wait.
he have a poster on the campus
mind, I should answer
whisper, “No… I can
speak louder, okay? I can’t afford to fail this class,” Maddox is eyeing my laptop like
carefully retake my seat. I’m shaking, yet I somehow find my voice. “I haven’t gotten that far yet
side of my screen. He pulls the laptop over so he can see my
“Hmmm…” Maddox hums.
out. My heart is racing, and my nerves root me to the spot. I’m not sure what to
roam over my screen. “Who the hell decides to make a presentation about Sweden
“Uhhh…”
he fucking skinny dipping?” Maddox looks away from the screen, sizing me up. “Wow, even the most innocent-looking girls are fucking predators. Don’t judge a book by its cover.
the man jumping off a cliff into the
writing
are writing about
shoot up into his hairline, but the relentless,
that—I can see
the feeling he
“Good…”
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