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 ass about

not nice to make fun of someone for what they fear. You don’t know what they

smiles evilly from his chair, amused. “Ah, what have you gone through then.

can he say that so

my lower lip to keep the tears at bay. I dislike being put on the spot like

whisper, “No,

Rape.

Abuse from my parents.

Loneliness.

I would ever

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

eyes from him.

“Tell me.”

Seriously?

can just ask me anything? He isn’t my

It’s none

that?” Maddox grins wolfishly. “Speak louder; I didn’t hear

“I—”

“You’re whispering again.”

of your business!” I exclaim, teary-eyed

“You look

and with my heart hammering against my chest. Even my lips are

head at me. “You don’t possess a single assertive bone in that

cut like

try not to show him my emotions and sit still, hoping he will get bored and

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

be in his element, as if he enjoys

asked a

are you always

wrinkles his nose, lifting an

in my chest, I glare at him. “Yes. You could

Maddox snorts. “And I’m not mean. I say things how they are. There is

I swallow thickly.

Maddox is a bully.

stands to his full height. “Grab your shit, and

blink. “You’re driving

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

saw me walking to

know who I

so many

“Umm…”

sake…” Maddox sighs loudly. “Can you at least write it

can do that

my phone. I eagerly type down my address and give it to an impatient

and walks away from me without

Uh.

Maddox just

solid muscle. He is like a mountain that grew legs