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

fun of someone for what they fear. You

smiles evilly from his chair, amused. “Ah, what have you gone through

say that so

put on the spot like this. Maddox doesn’t

whisper, “No, not

Rape.

Abuse from my parents.

Loneliness.

ever

palm of his hand, eyeing me. “What

avert my eyes from

“Tell me.”

Seriously?

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

none

wolfishly. “Speak louder;

“I—”

“You’re whispering again.”

of your business!” I exclaim, teary-eyed

a sharp laugh. “You

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

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

words cut like

to show him my emotions and sit still, hoping

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

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

I asked a

tears. “Why are

nose, lifting an eyebrow. “Excuse

glare at him. “Yes.

say things how they are. There is a

I swallow thickly.

Maddox is a bully.

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

blink. “You’re driving me

just said. I saw you walking to school today, so I’m giving

me walking to

know who I

have so

“Umm…”

sighs loudly. “Can you at least write it down

can do that without

eagerly type down my address and give it to

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

Uh.

Maddox just

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