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

It’s not nice to make fun of someone for what they fear. You

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

he say that so

the spot like this. Maddox

I whisper,

Rape.

Abuse from my parents.

Loneliness.

would ever say

cheek against the palm of his hand, eyeing me. “What is it that you’ve

my eyes from him. “It’s

“Tell me.”

Seriously?

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

It’s none

was that?” Maddox grins wolfishly.

“I—”

“You’re whispering again.”

business!” I exclaim,

“You look like

response is to stare at him, a little breathless and with my heart hammering against my chest. Even

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

words cut like

him my emotions and sit still, hoping he will

will this jackass leave me

seems to be in his element, as if he

asked

tears. “Why are you always

Maddox wrinkles his nose, lifting

chest, I glare at him. “Yes. You could

Maddox snorts. “And I’m not mean. I say things how they are. There is

I swallow thickly.

Maddox is a bully.

stands to his full height. “Grab your shit, and let’s

blink. “You’re

walking to school today, so I’m giving you

me walking

know who I was

so many

“Umm…”

“Can you at least write it down in

can do that without him

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

Maddox comments and walks away from me without

Uh.

Maddox just steal

is