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

It’s not nice to make fun of someone for what

chair, amused. “Ah, what have

say that

the spot like this. Maddox doesn’t need to hear

whisper,

Rape.

Abuse from my parents.

Loneliness.

I would ever say that

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

my eyes from him.

“Tell me.”

Seriously?

just ask me anything? He isn’t my

none of your

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

“I—”

“You’re whispering again.”

it’s none of your business!” I exclaim, teary-eyed and shaking out of both fear and

laugh. “You look like you’re

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

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

words cut like

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

leave me alone.

in his element, as if

I asked a

tears. “Why are you always so

wrinkles his nose, lifting an

chest, I glare at him. “Yes. You

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.

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

blink. “You’re driving

saw you walking to school today,

saw me walking to

he know who

have so many

“Umm…”

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

that

pick up my phone. I eagerly type down my address and give it to

that’s quite far from here…” Maddox comments and walks away from me without handing

Uh.

just

solid muscle. He is like a mountain that grew legs and decided to start