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.

does he have to be such an ass about everything he

of someone for what they fear. You don’t know what they have

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

can he say that so

dislike being put on the spot like this. Maddox doesn’t need

I whisper, “No,

Rape.

Abuse from my parents.

Loneliness.

I would ever say that

the palm of his hand, eyeing me.

avert my eyes from

“Tell me.”

Seriously?

anything? He isn’t my friend or goddamn

It’s none of your

What was that?” Maddox grins wolfishly. “Speak louder; I

“I—”

“You’re whispering again.”

of your business!” I exclaim, teary-eyed and shaking out of both fear

“You look like

little breathless and

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

words cut like

sit still,

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

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

asked a

tears. “Why are you

his nose, lifting an eyebrow.

I glare at him.

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

I swallow thickly.

Maddox is a bully.

reason, his nostrils flare. “Whatever,” Maddox rises to stretch and stands to his full height. “Grab your shit,

“You’re driving me

deaf? That’s what I just said. I saw you walking to school today, so I’m giving you a ride.

me walking

who I was

so

“Umm…”

least write it down in a text message

that

phone. I eagerly type down my

and walks away from

Uh.

just steal

shoulders and solid muscle. He is like a mountain that grew legs and