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

hell

eyes. Michelle is blushing, cheeks all pink, and with her electric brown hair flying

Michelle beams up at me. “You’re welcome,” I stand up. “Now, shall we continue?

mad at

disrespectful!” I sneer. Michelle 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

one with troublesome parents. Mine wants me to get

up at me. “Is 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 life. But my parents are

is actually terrible. Parents are supposed

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

marriage? Wow, I-I didn’t think

her

thought that thing only happened

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

“I see.” 

Silence

it you don’t want

don’t need a woman, a

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

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

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 and grab

stares at

arch an eyebrow, close to raising my voice. Michelle needs to have

am I supposed to say to

I shake my

“Just that?”

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

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