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

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

chair, amused. “Ah, what have

say that

bay. I dislike being put on the spot like this. Maddox doesn’t need to hear my backstory. Especially since

whisper, “No,

Rape.

Abuse from my parents.

Loneliness.

would ever say that

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

my eyes from him.

“Tell me.”

Seriously?

anything? He isn’t my friend

none of

grins wolfishly. “Speak louder; I didn’t hear

“I—”

“You’re whispering again.”

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

a sharp laugh. “You look

a little breathless and

his head at me. “You don’t

cut

try not to show him my emotions and sit still, hoping

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

element, as if

I asked

tears. “Why are you always so

Maddox wrinkles his nose, lifting

glare at him. “Yes.

not mean. I say things how they

I swallow thickly.

Maddox is a bully.

“Whatever,” Maddox rises to stretch and stands to his full height. “Grab your shit, and let’s get out of here.

blink. “You’re driving

to school today, so I’m giving you

saw me walking to

who I

so many

“Umm…”

sighs loudly. “Can you at least write

that without him

down

and walks away from me without handing back my

Uh.

Maddox just steal my

broad shoulders and solid muscle. He is like a mountain