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

for what they fear. You

smiles evilly from his chair, amused. “Ah, what have you gone through then.

say

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

I whisper, “No, not

Rape.

Abuse from my parents.

Loneliness.

ever

of his hand, eyeing me. “What is it that you’ve gone

my eyes from him.

“Tell me.”

Seriously?

He isn’t my friend or goddamn therapist! We

It’s none of your

wolfishly. “Speak louder;

“I—”

“You’re whispering again.”

exclaim, teary-eyed and shaking out of both

“You

him, a little breathless and with my heart

at me. “You don’t possess a single

cut

him my emotions and sit still, hoping he

me alone. Maddox isn’t

he seems to be in his element, as if he enjoys making

I asked a

are you always

wrinkles his nose,

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

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.

Maddox rises to stretch and stands to his full height. “Grab your shit, and let’s get

“You’re driving

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

saw me walking to

who I was

so many

“Umm…”

sake…” Maddox sighs loudly. “Can you at least write it

can do that without

I pick up my phone. I eagerly type down my

here…” Maddox comments and walks away from me without handing back my

Uh.

Maddox just

broad shoulders and solid muscle. He is like a mountain