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.

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

confuses the hell

is blushing, cheeks all pink, and with her

up. “Now, shall we continue? Your apartment

still mad

right about me being an asshole. Not that I see a reason to change myself. I’ve always been

the only one with troublesome parents. Mine wants me to get

this your excuse for being angry and disrespectful all the

are ignoring 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 my

actually terrible. Parents

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,

blinking up at me. “An a-arranged marriage? Wow, I-I didn’t think you were serious

her while we walk.

that thing only happened in

want to ensure a woman doesn’t simply marry me for the money, so they have found another wealthy person

“I see.” 

Silence

it you

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 I want my parents to stay

in my tracks and peer down at Michelle. Poking her nose with

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

“Then I expect you buy

of paper from my pocket and grab her tiny hand to fold it under her fingers. “This is my

at

my voice. Michelle needs to have her ears checked since she repeats everything I say. “That’s what I

supposed to

I shake my head. This

“Just that?”

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

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