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.

he have to be such an

what they fear. You don’t

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

he say

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

whisper, “No,

Rape.

Abuse from my parents.

Loneliness.

I would ever

of his hand, eyeing me.

my eyes from

“Tell me.”

Seriously?

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

It’s none of your

that?” Maddox grins wolfishly. “Speak louder;

“I—”

“You’re whispering again.”

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

fuck!” Maddox lets out a sharp laugh. “You

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

Maddox shakes his head at me. “You don’t

words cut

not to show him my emotions and sit

leave me

his element,

I asked

“Why are you

wrinkles his nose, lifting

in my chest, I glare at him.

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

I swallow thickly.

Maddox is a bully.

flare. “Whatever,” Maddox rises to stretch and stands to his full height.

blink. “You’re driving me

to school today,

me walking to

he know who I was

have so many

“Umm…”

“Can you at least write it down in a text message for

that without him

pick up my phone. I eagerly type down my address and give

here…” Maddox comments and walks away from

Uh.

just steal

solid muscle. He is like