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.

that look on her face. She is unsure why I’m

hell

and with her electric

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

still mad at

a reason to change myself. 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 at me, so I glance

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

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

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 the

actually terrible. Parents are

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

a-arranged marriage? Wow, I-I didn’t think you were

down at her while we walk. “You

I thought that thing only

are wealthy assholes. They want to ensure a woman doesn’t simply marry me for

“I see.” 

Silence

I take it you don’t want

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 off my

down at Michelle. Poking her nose with my finger

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

“Then I expect you

think of…” “Great,” I fish up a piece of paper from my pocket and grab her tiny hand to fold it under her fingers. “This is my schedule. My parents sometimes show

at me.

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

am I supposed to say to

my head. This woman is

“Just that?”

supposed to know? Tell them I’m funny and nice and that we do

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