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

make fun of someone for what they fear. You don’t

what have you gone through then. Let me guess:

can he say that

on the spot like this. Maddox doesn’t need to hear my backstory. Especially since

I whisper,

Rape.

Abuse from my parents.

Loneliness.

that I would ever say that out

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

avert my eyes from him.

“Tell me.”

Seriously?

ask me anything? He

none of your

Maddox grins wolfishly. “Speak louder; I

“I—”

“You’re whispering again.”

exclaim, teary-eyed and shaking out of both

fuck!” Maddox lets out a sharp laugh. “You

little breathless and with my heart hammering against my chest. Even my

his head at me. “You don’t possess a single

cut

sit still, hoping he will

no chance in hell will this jackass leave me alone. Maddox isn’t afraid of confrontation; that much

he seems to be in his element, as if he enjoys making

I asked a

tears. “Why are

his nose, lifting an eyebrow.

glare at him. “Yes. You could be nicer…

not mean. I say things how they are. There

I swallow thickly.

Maddox is a bully.

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

“You’re driving

That’s what I just said. I saw you walking to

saw me walking

who I

so

“Umm…”

least write it down in a

do that without

phone. I eagerly type down my address and give it to an impatient

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

Uh.

just steal

He is like a mountain