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.

unsure why I’m nice

confuses the hell out of

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

I stand up. “Now, shall we continue? Your apartment isn’t far from

still mad at

always been like this, and I would have to be a whipped fool to change myself for another person. I’m getting by just fine being like this… Yet, I

not the only one with troublesome parents. Mine wants me to get married

glaring up at me. “Is this your excuse for being angry and disrespectful all the time? That you have

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

sympathetic. “That is actually terrible. Parents are supposed to

bitterly. “I’ve learned 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

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

her

I thought that thing only happened in the

secretly common amongst the elite and rich people, and my parents are wealthy assholes. They want to ensure a woman doesn’t simply marry

“I see.” 

Silence

it you don’t

stupid enough to believe in true love and 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

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

girlfriend now, and

expect you buy

coca-cola.” “Done… Anything else?” She taps 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 my schedule. My parents sometimes show up to

stares at me.

I arch an eyebrow, close to raising my voice. Michelle needs to have her ears checked since she repeats everything I say. “That’s

I supposed to

my head.

“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

goddamn street. What is happening? What is so goddamn funny? Why