Pregnant Too Young Daddy Is A Billionaire Jock

Chapter 8

Maddox

“Please just put me down…” Michelle begs. I’m still carrying her like a hunting trophy. She is seriously lightweight and needs to eat something. But the fact that I can handle her so easily kinda turns me on. What is wrong with my head?

Michelle keeps squirming. “This is embarrassing! Please put me down! Maddox…”

Embarrassing? Pfft! I don’t give a fuck. I’ve glared at every fool who has stared at us, and not a single one has kept looking

This is fine.

“We are almost by your apartment.”

“Maddox… P-please… Blood is rushing to my head…”

A sigh escapes me. I don’t do friends or girlfriends. Relationships aren’t for me, yet I relent when the little thing begs me to put her down again. She is like a tiny little rabbit. Defenseless, and it does weird things to my brain. It shouldn’t be legal for a girl of this stature to walk out alone…

“Maddox…”

“Fine,” I grumble.

I grab Michelle and put her down next to me. The fabric of her jacket slides up her flat stomach, and I blink at her breasts. If you could even call them that…

Those tiny little things in her bras are smaller than my pecs.

Wait, why am I even looking at her?

“Here,” I help pull down her jacket and grunt at her. “You’re giving the entire street a free show right now…”

Her cheeks turn even redder than a moment before. “Oh…”

I crouch to smooth down her jacket to ensure her belly button isn’t showing and pull at the fabric.

freezes to stare down at me. I know that look on her face. She is unsure why I’m nice to her; hell, even I’m unsure why I’m not acting like my usual

hell out

Michelle is blushing, cheeks all pink, and with her electric brown hair flying around her head,

beams up at me. “You’re welcome,” I stand up. “Now,

still mad

no goddamn reason.” “Wow, you’re really disrespectful!” I sneer. Michelle is right about me being an asshole. Not that I see a reason to change myself. I’ve always been like this, and I would have

wants me to

being angry and disrespectful all the

her and narrow my eyes. It makes me bitter thinking about my family. “I wish to be taken into

actually terrible. Parents

you will let you down. Football is the only thing I can count on to be there for me. It’s my life. The thing which

a-arranged marriage? Wow, I-I didn’t think you were serious about

plance down at her while we walk. “You

I thought that thing only happened in

assholes. They want to ensure a woman doesn’t simply marry me for

“I see.” 

Silence

it you don’t want to marry

all of that shit. I don’t need a woman, a partner, or even friends. I’m a lone wolf, but I want my parents to

Poking her nose with my finger and my tired eyes

girlfriend now, and I expect you to show

expect you

chin. Dork “Not that I can think of…” “Great,” I fish up a piece of paper from my pocket and grab her tiny hand to fold it

at

to raising my voice. Michelle needs to have

am I supposed to

my head. This woman is

“Just that?”

shit-how am I supposed to know? Tell them I’m funny and nice and that we do pottery together; whatever makes girls

and then she bursts out laughing in the middle of the goddamn street. What is happening? What is so goddamn funny? Why is