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

the hell out

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

at me. “You’re welcome,” I stand up. “Now, shall

mad

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 don’t feel entirely

Mine wants

for being angry and

family. “I wish to be taken into the NFL. Football is

“That is actually terrible. Parents

Football is the only thing I can count on to be there for me. It’s my life.

a-arranged marriage? Wow,

down at her while we walk.

thing only

ensure a woman doesn’t simply marry me for the money,

“I see.” 

Silence

you don’t

that shit. I don’t need a woman, a partner, or even friends. I’m

down at Michelle. Poking

you come in. You’re my fake girlfriend now, and I expect you to show up at my

I expect you buy

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

stares at me.

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

am I supposed to

about hello?” I shake my head.

“Just that?”

me and shit-how am I supposed to know? Tell them I’m funny and nice and that we do

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