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.

such an ass about everything he

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

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

can he say that

I dislike being put on the spot like this.

I whisper, “No,

Rape.

Abuse from my parents.

Loneliness.

I would ever say that out

against the palm of his hand, eyeing me. “What is it that

eyes from him.

“Tell me.”

Seriously?

he can just ask me anything? He isn’t

none

wolfishly. “Speak louder; I

“I—”

“You’re whispering again.”

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

sharp laugh. “You look

stare at him, a little breathless and

at me. “You

words cut like

to show him my emotions and sit still, hoping

this jackass leave me alone.

in his element,

I asked a

tears. “Why are

Maddox wrinkles his nose,

the unsettling feeling in my chest, I glare at

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

I swallow thickly.

Maddox is a bully.

and stands to his full height. “Grab

blink. “You’re driving me

what I just said. I saw you walking to school today, so I’m

saw me

know who

have so

“Umm…”

Maddox sighs loudly. “Can you at least write it down in a

that without him

phone. I eagerly type down my address and

that’s quite far from here…” Maddox comments and walks away from me

Uh.

Maddox just steal

shoulders and solid muscle. He is like a mountain