Pregnant Too Young Daddy Is A Billionaire Jock

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Maddox

The library is peaceful and serene. I’m here with Michelle and eating an apple while she is working on our project.

Everything would be damn near perfect. IF ONLY THAT GLASSES-WEARING GUY WOULD STOP STEALING GLANCES AT HER!

The bloke is sitting at his own table. Tie and slicked-back hair, all proper, with a nervous smile on his lips. He is undoubtedly in love with Michelle, and it bothers me.

Who the fuck does he think he is staring at her like that?! Can’t he see that Michelle is here with me?

Michelle isn’t my girlfriend. She will never be anything like that, and I’m DEFINITELY not jealous, but come on! That idiot better stop fucking staring at her!

I move closer to Michelle while glaring at the other guy. I would be barking at him if I had been born as a rottweiler.

“Uhh…” Michelle glances up at me. She seems uncomfortable, frightened by the proximity even. “W-why you sitting so close?”

I narrow my eyes, muttering. “No reason.”

“Okay…”

Michelle returns to tapping away on her keyboard, and my hackles rise when that bloke keeps looking at her with a dreamy expression.

Seriously?

He got some balls…

Shit.

I have to end this once and for all! I will do it with a move that says, “I’m the fucking alpha here, and the bitch is mine!”

shudders in response before turning tense, but it doesn’t matter. All

you doing?!” Michelle loses her shit and glares at me. It’s hard to take her seriously, though. She

Whatever.

plan dumb since I’m not going to remove my arm from her shoulder anytime soon there are snakes in this library! 1 I don’t trust that

I smirk her way. “I’m

with me! Why did you hang your arm around me?!

light

and your weight is pressing me down!” It’s true. I’m a big guy and need it for the football, but Michelle is overreacting because my arm isn’t THAT heavy. “My weight isn’t pressing you down.”

I didn’t even notice.

“Because-”

“Michelle?”

look up and suppress a snarl when the tie-wearing bloke stands in front of our table. His smile determined, and what the hell? He is holding a letter and shoves it forward over the

wrote this for

Fucking hell.

that a love

“Oh, thank you so much,

what I would like to

here, and my heart is racing. Why? I have no damn clue, but I feel threatened by Harold’s presence. My chest is

Is she into him????

IS SHE?! She couldn’t be, right? Harold got nothing on me! He is shorter

if Michelle is into that shit? She hasn’t “accidentally” touched my abs even once, and that happens all the

Which means…

Oh-my-god!

MIGHT STAND A

at it later, okay? I know

tough luck, kiddo; I move closer to Michelle. She stares at me like I’ve grown two heads, but it’s worth it. “Uh…” Michelle clears her throat

After the fool is gone, Michelle places the letter back on the table.

wonders aloud and turns tomato red upon noticing

face and stare into her eyes. She shrinks back into her seat, yet I keep

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