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.

that look on her face. She is unsure why I’m nice to her; hell, even I’m unsure why I’m

confuses the hell

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

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

still mad at

are. You’re a woman-it’s installed into your DNA to be 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 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

troublesome parents. Mine wants me to get married

for being angry and disrespectful all the time? That you have parents that want you to be married and

what 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

“That is actually

the only thing I can count on to be there for me. It’s my life. The thing which makes me happy, yet

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

at her while we walk.

thing only happened

my parents are wealthy assholes. They want to ensure a

“I see.” 

Silence

I take it you don’t want to

I don’t need a woman, a partner, or even friends. I’m a lone wolf, but I want my parents to stay off my

Poking her nose with

You’re my fake girlfriend now, and

pouts. “Then I expect you buy me lunch

Anything else?” She taps her chin. Dork “Not that I can think of…” “Great,” I fish up a piece of paper from my

at me. “Your

an eyebrow, close to raising my voice. Michelle needs to have her ears checked since she repeats everything I

I supposed

shake my head. This woman is unbelievable

“Just that?”

to know? Tell them I’m funny and nice and that we

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