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

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

“Ah, what

say that

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. Especially since

whisper,

Rape.

Abuse from my parents.

Loneliness.

that I would ever say that

leans his cheek against the palm of his hand, eyeing me. “What

avert my eyes from

“Tell me.”

Seriously?

Maddox think he can just ask me anything? He isn’t my friend or goddamn therapist! We hardly

It’s none of your

wolfishly.

“I—”

“You’re whispering again.”

business!” I exclaim, teary-eyed and shaking out

Maddox lets out a sharp laugh. “You

at him, a little breathless and with my heart hammering against

such a weirdo…” Maddox shakes his head at me. “You don’t possess a single assertive bone in that spine,

words cut

to show him my emotions and sit still, hoping he

leave me alone. Maddox isn’t afraid of

be in his element, as

I asked

tears. “Why are you always

his nose,

I glare at

“And I’m not mean. I say things how they

I swallow thickly.

Maddox is a bully.

“Whatever,” Maddox rises to stretch and stands to his full height. “Grab your shit, and let’s get out of

blink. “You’re

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

saw me

who I

have so many

“Umm…”

Maddox sighs loudly. “Can you at least

can do that

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

here…” Maddox comments and walks away from me without handing

Uh.

Maddox just

is like a mountain that grew legs and