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

It’s 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. Let me

he say

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

I whisper, “No, not

Rape.

Abuse from my parents.

Loneliness.

would ever say that out

his hand, eyeing me. “What is it that

eyes from him.

“Tell me.”

Seriously?

He

It’s none of

wolfishly. “Speak

“I—”

“You’re whispering again.”

said it’s none of your business!” I exclaim,

Maddox lets out a sharp laugh. “You look

to stare at him, a little breathless and with my heart hammering against my chest. Even my lips

“You don’t possess a single assertive bone

cut like

emotions and sit

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

his element, as if he enjoys making me

I asked a

“Why are you always so

his nose, lifting

glare at him. “Yes. You could be

Pfft…” 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

blink. “You’re driving me

you deaf? That’s what I just said. I saw you walking to school

me walking to

who I was

so many

“Umm…”

loudly. “Can you at least write it down in a text message for

do that without him

I eagerly type down my address and give it

Maddox comments and walks

Uh.

Maddox just

and solid muscle. He is