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.

he have to be such an

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

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

can he say that

the tears at bay. I dislike being put on the spot like

I whisper, “No, not

Rape.

Abuse from my parents.

Loneliness.

ever say that out

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

avert my eyes from him.

“Tell me.”

Seriously?

Maddox think he can just ask me anything? He isn’t

It’s none

wolfishly. “Speak

“I—”

“You’re whispering again.”

of your business!” I exclaim, teary-eyed

Maddox lets out a sharp laugh. “You look like

at him, a little breathless and with my heart hammering

me. “You don’t possess a single assertive bone in that

cut like

try not to show him my emotions and sit still, hoping he will get bored and stop harassing

chance in hell will this jackass leave me alone. Maddox isn’t afraid of confrontation; that much is

be in his element,

asked a

tears. “Why are you

wrinkles his nose,

glare at him. “Yes. You could be nicer…

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

I swallow thickly.

Maddox is a bully.

to stretch and stands to his full height. “Grab your shit, and

blink. “You’re driving

said. I saw you walking to school today, so I’m giving you a ride. Where do you

me

he know who

so

“Umm…”

at least write it down in a text message for

that

type down my address and give it to

far from here…” Maddox comments and walks away from me

Uh.

just steal

after his broad shoulders and solid muscle. He is like a mountain