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 about

not nice to make fun of someone for what they

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

say that

on my lower lip to keep the tears at bay. I dislike being put on the

I whisper,

Rape.

Abuse from my parents.

Loneliness.

would ever say that

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

eyes from him.

“Tell me.”

Seriously?

Maddox think he can just ask me anything? He isn’t my friend or

none of

grins wolfishly. “Speak louder; I didn’t

“I—”

“You’re whispering again.”

I exclaim, teary-eyed and shaking out

“You look

to stare at him, a little breathless and with

such a weirdo…” Maddox shakes his head at me. “You don’t possess

words cut

show him my emotions and sit still,

will this jackass leave me

his element, as if he

I asked a

swallow tears. “Why are you

nose, lifting an eyebrow.

glare at

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

I swallow thickly.

Maddox is a bully.

his full height.

blink. “You’re

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

me

know who I

have so many

“Umm…”

loudly. “Can you at least

that without

type down my address and give it to

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

Uh.

Maddox just steal

after his broad shoulders and solid muscle. He is like a mountain that grew