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.

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

the hell out of

with her electric brown hair flying around her

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

still mad at

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

only one with troublesome parents. Mine wants

and disrespectful all the time? That

wish to be taken into the NFL. Football is my life. But my parents are convinced it’s a phase and that I will stop loving

fierce expression turns sympathetic. “That is actually terrible. Parents are supposed to support

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

up at me. “An a-arranged marriage?

her while we

that thing only happened

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

“I see.” 

Silence

I take it you

in true love and all of that shit. I don’t need a woman, a partner, or even friends. I’m a

at Michelle. Poking her nose with

now, and I expect you to show up at

expect you

that I can think of…” “Great,” I fish up a piece of paper from my pocket and grab her tiny hand to

stares at

needs to have her ears checked since she repeats

am I supposed

about hello?” I shake my head. This woman

“Just that?”

supposed to know? Tell them I’m

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