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.

to be such an ass about everything

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

from his chair, amused. “Ah, what have you gone through then. Let me guess:

say that so

the tears at bay. I dislike being put on the spot like this. Maddox doesn’t need to hear my

I whisper, “No,

Rape.

Abuse from my parents.

Loneliness.

that I would ever say that

palm of his hand, eyeing me. “What

my eyes

“Tell me.”

Seriously?

he can just ask me anything? He

none of

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

“I—”

“You’re whispering again.”

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

Maddox lets out a sharp laugh. “You

him, a little breathless and with my heart hammering against my chest.

such a weirdo…” Maddox shakes his head at me. “You don’t possess a single assertive bone in that

words cut

sit still,

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

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

asked a

swallow tears. “Why are you always

Maddox wrinkles his nose, lifting an eyebrow. “Excuse

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

I’m not mean. I say things how they are. There

I swallow thickly.

Maddox is a bully.

Maddox rises to stretch and stands to his full height. “Grab your shit, and let’s get out

blink. “You’re driving

said. I saw you walking to school

me walking

know who

so many

“Umm…”

“Can you at least write it down in a text

that

I eagerly type down my

and

Uh.

just steal

after his broad shoulders and solid muscle. He is like a mountain