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.

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

hell

all pink, and with her electric brown hair flying around her head,

Michelle beams up at me. “You’re welcome,” I stand up. “Now, shall we continue? Your apartment isn’t far

still mad at

mad for 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

Mine wants

“Is this your excuse for being angry and

I want!” I correct her and narrow my eyes. It makes me bitter thinking 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 that I will stop loving the

fierce expression turns sympathetic. “That is actually terrible. Parents are

the hard way that people fucking suck. Even 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 make me marry this woman they have found.

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

at her while

thing only happened

They want to ensure a woman doesn’t simply marry me for the money, so they

“I see.” 

Silence

take it you don’t want

don’t need a woman, a partner, or even

at Michelle. Poking her nose with my finger and my tired eyes

girlfriend now, and I expect

pouts. “Then I expect you

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 my schedule. My parents sometimes show up

at me.

raising my voice. Michelle needs to have her ears checked

I supposed

about hello?” I shake my head. This woman

“Just that?”

to know? Tell them I’m funny and nice

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