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.

to stare down at me. I know that look on her face. She is unsure why I’m nice to her; hell, even I’m unsure why I’m not acting

confuses the hell

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

you.” Michelle beams up at me. “You’re welcome,” I stand up. “Now,

still mad at

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

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

at me. “Is this your excuse for being angry and disrespectful all

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

sympathetic. “That is actually terrible. Parents

learned 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

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

her while we

I 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

“I see.” 

Silence

take it you don’t

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

Poking her nose with my finger and

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

“Then I expect you buy me

fish up a piece of paper from my pocket and grab her tiny hand to fold it under her fingers. “This

stares at me.

to have her ears checked since she repeats everything I

supposed to say to

I shake my head. This woman

“Just that?”

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

in the middle of the goddamn street. What is happening? What is