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.

such an ass about everything he

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

what have you

say that so

lower lip to keep the tears at bay. I dislike being put on the

whisper, “No,

Rape.

Abuse from my parents.

Loneliness.

I would ever say that

hand, eyeing me.

avert my eyes from him. “It’s

“Tell me.”

Seriously?

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

It’s none

Maddox grins wolfishly.

“I—”

“You’re whispering again.”

none of your business!” I exclaim, teary-eyed and shaking out of both fear and

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

a little breathless and with my heart hammering against my chest. Even my lips

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

words cut

sit still, hoping he will get bored and stop harassing

jackass leave me alone.

his element, as if he enjoys making me

I asked

swallow tears. “Why are you always so

Maddox wrinkles his nose, lifting an

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

not mean. I say things how

I swallow thickly.

Maddox is a bully.

“Whatever,” Maddox rises to stretch and stands to his

blink. “You’re driving

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

me

he know who

have so

“Umm…”

at least write it

can do that without

down my address and give it to

from here…” Maddox comments and

Uh.

just steal my

muscle. He is like a mountain that grew legs