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 he

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

from his chair, amused. “Ah, what

can he say that so

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

whisper, “No,

Rape.

Abuse from my parents.

Loneliness.

ever say that out

hand, eyeing me. “What is it that

eyes from

“Tell me.”

Seriously?

ask me anything? He

It’s none of your

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

“I—”

“You’re whispering again.”

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

“You look

response is to stare at him, a little breathless and with my heart hammering against

“You don’t

cut like

him my emotions and sit still, hoping he will get bored and

in hell will this jackass leave me alone.

his element, as if he enjoys

asked a

tears. “Why are you

Maddox wrinkles his nose, lifting

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

I say things how they are. There is a difference!

I swallow thickly.

Maddox is a bully.

stands to his full height. “Grab your

“You’re driving me

said. I saw you walking to school today, so I’m giving you a ride. Where do

me walking

he know who

so

“Umm…”

at least write it down in a

that without him

I eagerly type down my address and give

far from here…” Maddox comments and walks away from

Uh.

Maddox just steal my

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