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

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

what have you gone through then. Let

say

on 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 since

whisper, “No, not

Rape.

Abuse from my parents.

Loneliness.

ever

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

my eyes from him.

“Tell me.”

Seriously?

makes Maddox think he can just ask me anything? He isn’t my friend or goddamn therapist! We hardly

It’s none of your

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

“I—”

“You’re whispering again.”

I exclaim, teary-eyed and shaking out

sharp laugh. “You look like you’re

at him, a little breathless and with my heart hammering

“You

cut like

and sit still, hoping he will get bored and stop harassing

chance in hell will this jackass leave me alone. Maddox isn’t afraid of confrontation;

element, as if he enjoys making me

I asked a

tears. “Why are

Maddox wrinkles his nose, lifting

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

I say things how

I swallow thickly.

Maddox is a bully.

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

blink. “You’re driving

I saw you walking to school today, so

me walking to

know who

have so many

“Umm…”

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

do that without him

I pick up my phone. I eagerly type down my address and

and walks away from me without

Uh.

just

shoulders and solid muscle. He is like a mountain