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.

look on her face. She is unsure why I’m nice to

the hell

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

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

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 fool to change myself for another person. I’m getting by just fine being like

Mine wants me to

this your excuse for being angry and

to be taken into the NFL. Football is my life. But my parents are convinced it’s

is actually terrible. Parents are supposed to support their

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

is blinking up at me. “An a-arranged marriage? Wow,

at her while we walk. “You

I thought that thing only happened in the

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

“I see.” 

Silence

take it you don’t

stupid enough to believe in true love and all of that shit. I don’t need a woman, a partner,

at Michelle. Poking her nose with my finger and my

fake girlfriend now,

I expect

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

stares at me.

Michelle needs to have her ears

am I supposed to

shake my head. This woman is unbelievable

“Just that?”

am I supposed to know? Tell them I’m

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