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

of someone for what they fear. You don’t

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

can he say

being put on the spot like this. Maddox doesn’t need to hear my backstory.

I whisper,

Rape.

Abuse from my parents.

Loneliness.

I would ever say that out

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

avert my eyes

“Tell me.”

Seriously?

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

It’s none of

What was that?” Maddox grins wolfishly. “Speak louder;

“I—”

“You’re whispering again.”

business!” I exclaim, teary-eyed and shaking

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

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

at me. “You don’t possess

cut

show him my emotions and sit still, hoping he will get bored

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

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

asked a

are you always

wrinkles his nose, lifting an eyebrow.

the unsettling feeling in my chest, I glare at him. “Yes. You

say

I swallow thickly.

Maddox is a bully.

stands to his full height. “Grab

“You’re driving

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

me walking to

he know who I

have so many

“Umm…”

sighs loudly. “Can you at least write

do that

my phone. I eagerly type down my address and give

here…” Maddox comments and walks

Uh.

just steal

shoulders and solid muscle. He is like