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.

have to be such an ass

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

what have you gone through then. Let me

can he say that so

on my 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 he

I whisper, “No,

Rape.

Abuse from my parents.

Loneliness.

I would ever

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

avert my eyes from him. “It’s

“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

grins wolfishly.

“I—”

“You’re whispering again.”

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

laugh. “You look like you’re about

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

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

cut

emotions and sit still, hoping he

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

seems to be in his element, as if he enjoys

asked

tears. “Why are

his nose, lifting an eyebrow. “Excuse

in my chest, I glare at

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

I swallow thickly.

Maddox is a bully.

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

blink. “You’re driving me

deaf? That’s what I just said. I saw you walking to school today, so I’m giving you a ride. Where

me

he know who I was

so

“Umm…”

sighs loudly. “Can you at least write it down in a text message for

do that

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

comments and walks

Uh.

Maddox just steal

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