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.

know that look on her face. She is unsure why I’m

hell out of

eyes. Michelle is blushing, cheeks all pink, and with her electric brown

you.” Michelle beams up at me. “You’re welcome,” I stand up. “Now, shall we continue?

mad

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 to be a whipped

parents. Mine wants me to get

my side, glaring up at me. “Is this your excuse for being angry and disrespectful

about my family. “I wish to be taken into the NFL. Football is my life. But my parents are convinced it’s a phase and

fierce expression turns sympathetic. “That is actually terrible. Parents are supposed to support their

those close to 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 makes me happy, yet my parents are still trying to

blinking up at me. “An a-arranged marriage? Wow, I-I didn’t think you were serious about

plance down at her

thought that thing only

to ensure

“I see.” 

Silence

it you don’t want

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

in my tracks and peer down at Michelle. Poking her nose with my

my fake girlfriend now, and I expect you to show

expect you buy me

her 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 under her fingers. “This is

at

have her ears checked since she repeats everything

I supposed to say to

my head. This woman

“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 love

out laughing in the middle of the goddamn street. What is happening? What is so goddamn