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!”

turning tense, but it doesn’t matter. All I

her seriously, though. She is like this tiny angry bunny mad at

Whatever.

shoulder anytime soon there are snakes in this library! 1 I don’t trust that other guy for a second. The moment I let go,

mean?” I smirk

you hang

as light

but Michelle is overreacting because my

I didn’t even notice.

“Because-”

“Michelle?”

tie-wearing bloke stands in front of our table. His smile determined, and what the hell? He

wrote this for

Fucking hell.

a

blushes upon receiving it. “Oh, thank you so much, Harold… W

I

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

Is she into him????

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

touched my abs even once, and that happens all the fucking time

Which means…

Oh-my-god!

STAND

read it later?” Harold asks sweetly. “I have to go now, but… Look at it later, okay? I know you don’t like close proximity, so I thought a

actually glaring at my arm that is around Michelle? Well, tough luck, kiddo; I move closer to Michelle. She stares at me like I’ve grown two heads, but it’s worth it.

the fool is gone, Michelle places the letter back on the table. I glare at the letter like

wonders aloud and turns tomato red upon

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

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