Pregnant Too Young Daddy Is A Billionaire Jock

It’s gotten late, and I’m still at the library.

Unhappiness is all around. I’ve barely gotten any work done because of my jittering nerves.

And it’s all thanks to this big guy, Maddox.

He is feasting on the last pizza slice while sitting next to me in a chair to see my display. I’m so uncomfortable.

Why does he have to be in my space all the time?!

Timidly, I glance at the clock on the wall and repress a groan. It’s late, and I should head home. It’s relieving to finally leave Maddox, but…

Instead of feeling achieved after a long hardworking a day, I’m anxious.

The work isn’t halfway done! Why did the teacher have to team me up with Maddox? He is lazy and does nothing for the team, while I like to stay ahead of my game!

Wait.

Game?

Jesus Christ, now I’m even starting to sound like Maddox!

“Are you holding silent conversations with yourself again?” Maddox asks while peeling a banana.

He is such a bastard, beautiful, albeit a bastard.

I don’t dare to meet his eyes. He has already figured out that he frightens me; that’s why he is close. Maddox is the type of person who likes to bask in other people’s discomfort.

“I… I don’t hold silent conversations with myself.”

“Sure.”

Sure?

“I mean it.”

Maddox calmly takes another bite of fruit. Smacking his tongue against his palate. I find it annoying, which is probably why he does it.

“I have another question.”

I repress a sigh. “What is it?”

“Do all men frighten you, or is it just me?”

I stare at his muscles and unyielding expression, gulping. “W-what makes you think I’m afraid of men?”

He shrugs a massive shoulder. “You had no trouble talking to the librarian earlier. She is a woman… But you shuddered in your chair when that gang of teenage boys walked past. You also wore this priceless expression, like you would shit in your pants.”

Sadness wraps me up like a breakfast burrito while Maddox, the brutish bastard, laughs at his own words.

Rude.

he have to be such an

make fun of someone for what they fear. You

what have you

he say

lower lip to keep the tears at bay. I dislike being put on the spot like this. Maddox doesn’t

whisper, “No,

Rape.

Abuse from my parents.

Loneliness.

I would ever say

of his hand, eyeing me. “What is it that you’ve gone

eyes from him.

“Tell me.”

Seriously?

anything? He isn’t my

none of

Maddox grins wolfishly. “Speak louder; I

“I—”

“You’re whispering again.”

I exclaim, teary-eyed

sharp laugh. “You

a little breathless and with my

shakes his head at me. “You don’t possess

words cut like

to show him my emotions and sit still, hoping he will get

this jackass leave me alone. Maddox isn’t afraid of confrontation; that much is

fact, he seems to be in his element, as if he enjoys making

asked

tears. “Why are

nose, lifting

unsettling feeling in my chest, I glare at him. “Yes. You could be nicer…

I say things how they are. There is a difference!

I swallow thickly.

Maddox is a bully.

his full height. “Grab your shit, and let’s get

“You’re driving me

I saw you walking to school today, so I’m giving you a ride. Where do

saw me walking to

know who

so

“Umm…”

you at least write it down

do that without him

type down my address

and walks away from me without handing back

Uh.

just steal my

and solid muscle. He is like a mountain that