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

not nice to make fun of someone for what they fear. You don’t know what they have been

amused. “Ah, what have you

can he say that

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.

would ever say that

leans his cheek against the palm of his hand,

avert my eyes from him.

“Tell me.”

Seriously?

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

none of your

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

“I—”

“You’re whispering again.”

business!” I exclaim,

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

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

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

cut

my emotions and sit still, hoping he will get bored and stop

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

be in his element, as if he enjoys making me squirm in

I asked a

are

wrinkles his nose,

feeling in my chest, I glare at him. “Yes. You could be nicer… you’re

Pfft…” Maddox snorts. “And I’m not mean. I say things how they are. There

I swallow thickly.

Maddox is a bully.

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

“You’re driving

deaf? That’s what I just said. I saw you walking to school

saw me walking

know who I

have so

“Umm…”

sighs loudly. “Can you at least

do that without him

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

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

Uh.

just steal

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