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 ass

what

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

say that so

at bay. I dislike being put on the spot

I whisper, “No,

Rape.

Abuse from my parents.

Loneliness.

would ever

of his hand, eyeing me. “What

my eyes from him.

“Tell me.”

Seriously?

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

It’s none of your

that?” Maddox grins wolfishly. “Speak louder; I didn’t hear

“I—”

“You’re whispering again.”

exclaim, teary-eyed and shaking out of both

sharp laugh. “You

and with my heart hammering against

“You

cut

not to show him my emotions and sit still, hoping he will get

me alone. Maddox isn’t afraid of confrontation; that

to be in his element, as if

I asked

“Why are you always so

his nose,

I glare at him. “Yes. You could

Maddox snorts. “And I’m not mean. I say

I swallow thickly.

Maddox is a bully.

his

“You’re driving me

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

me

who I

so many

“Umm…”

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

can do that without him

eagerly type down my address and give it to an

and walks away from me without handing back

Uh.

Maddox just steal my

gape after his broad shoulders and solid muscle. He is like a mountain that grew legs and decided to