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.

why I’m nice to her; hell, even I’m unsure why I’m not acting

confuses the hell

pink, and with her electric brown

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

mad

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 don’t feel entirely good about myself. Guilt is gnawing at me, so I glance at Michelle and decide to…

Mine wants me to

walks by my side, glaring up at me. “Is this your excuse for being angry and disrespectful all the time? That you have parents that want you to

me bitter thinking about my family. “I wish to be taken into the NFL. Football is my life. But my

expression turns sympathetic. “That is actually terrible. Parents

I laugh 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 to make me marry this woman they have found. A total

me. “An a-arranged marriage? Wow, I-I didn’t think you

her while we walk. “You

that thing

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

“I see.” 

Silence

I take it you don’t want

laugh. “I’m not 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

stop in my tracks and peer down at Michelle. Poking her nose with my finger and my tired eyes finding

now, and I expect you to show up at

pouts. “Then I expect you

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

stares at me. “Your

to have her ears checked since she repeats everything I say.

I supposed to say to

about hello?” I shake my

“Just that?”

shit-how am I supposed to know? Tell them I’m funny and nice and that we do pottery together; whatever

lips twitch, and then she bursts out laughing in the middle of the goddamn street. What is happening? What is so goddamn funny?