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

hell out of

all pink, and with

“You’re welcome,” I stand up. “Now,

mad at

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

Mine wants me

“Is this your excuse for being angry and disrespectful all the time? That you have parents that

“I wish to be taken into the NFL. Football is my life. But my parents are convinced it’s a

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

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

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

plance down at her while we walk.

thing only

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

“I see.” 

Silence

it you don’t

need a woman,

my tracks and peer down at Michelle. Poking her nose

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

pouts. “Then I expect

of paper from my pocket and grab her tiny hand to

stares at

yes?” I arch an eyebrow, close to raising my voice. Michelle needs to have her ears checked since she

I supposed to say to

about hello?” I shake my

“Just that?”

to know? Tell them I’m

in the middle of the goddamn street. What is happening? What is so goddamn funny? Why is