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.

be such an ass about everything he

to make fun of someone for what

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

say that so

the tears at bay. I dislike being put on the spot like this. Maddox doesn’t need

whisper, “No,

Rape.

Abuse from my parents.

Loneliness.

ever say that out

palm of his hand, eyeing me. “What is it

avert my eyes from him.

“Tell me.”

Seriously?

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

It’s none of your

was that?” Maddox grins wolfishly.

“I—”

“You’re whispering again.”

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

laugh. “You look like you’re about to piss

breathless and with my

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

words cut like

him my emotions and sit still, hoping he will get

will this jackass leave me

to be in his element, as if he enjoys

asked a

are you

his nose, lifting an eyebrow. “Excuse

I glare at him. “Yes. You could be nicer… you’re

say things how they

I swallow thickly.

Maddox is a bully.

his nostrils flare. “Whatever,” Maddox rises to stretch and stands to his full height. “Grab your

blink. “You’re driving

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

me walking

know who

so

“Umm…”

sighs loudly. “Can you at least write it down

do that without him

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

comments and walks away

Uh.

Maddox just steal

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