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

confuses the hell out

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

you.” Michelle beams up at me. “You’re welcome,” I stand up. “Now, shall we continue? Your apartment isn’t far from

still mad

been like this, and I

parents. Mine wants me

and disrespectful all the time? That you have parents that want

me bitter thinking about my family. “I wish to be taken into the NFL. Football is my life. But my

expression turns sympathetic. “That is actually terrible. Parents

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 still trying to make me marry this

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

at her while

that thing only happened in the

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

“I see.” 

Silence

you don’t want to marry

stupid enough to believe in true love and all of that shit. I don’t need a woman, a

Michelle. Poking her nose with my finger and

now, and I expect you to

“Then I expect you buy me lunch

taps her chin. Dork “Not that I can 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 up to practice and shit, so be

stares at

to have her ears checked since she repeats everything I say. “That’s

supposed to

about hello?” I shake my

“Just that?”

Tell them I’m funny and nice and that we do pottery together; whatever makes girls love

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