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.

does he have to be such an ass about everything he

what they fear. You don’t know

his chair, amused. “Ah, what have

can he say

bite down 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.

I whisper,

Rape.

Abuse from my parents.

Loneliness.

would ever say

his hand, eyeing me. “What

eyes

“Tell me.”

Seriously?

me anything? He isn’t my friend or goddamn therapist! We

It’s none of your

was that?” Maddox grins wolfishly.

“I—”

“You’re whispering again.”

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

out a sharp laugh. “You look like you’re

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

head at me. “You

words cut like

him my emotions and sit still, hoping he will get

this jackass leave me alone. Maddox isn’t afraid of confrontation;

be in his element, as if he enjoys making me

asked a

are you always so

wrinkles his nose,

feeling in my chest, I glare at him.

I say things

I swallow thickly.

Maddox is a bully.

rises to stretch and stands to his full height. “Grab your

blink. “You’re driving

I saw you walking to school today, so I’m giving you a

saw me

know who I

so

“Umm…”

sake…” Maddox sighs loudly. “Can you at least

that without

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

quite far from here…” Maddox comments and walks away from me

Uh.

Maddox just steal my

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