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.

me. I know that look on her face. She is unsure why I’m nice to her; hell,

the hell out

with her electric brown hair flying around her

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

still mad

reason.” “Wow, you’re really 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 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 at Michelle and

troublesome parents. Mine wants me to get married and take over

“Is this your excuse for being angry and disrespectful all the time? That

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 convinced it’s a phase and that I will stop loving the

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

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 woman they

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

plance down at her while we walk.

I thought that thing only happened in

They want to ensure a woman doesn’t simply

“I see.” 

Silence

you

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

at Michelle. Poking her nose with

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

I expect

“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

at me. “Your

yes?” I arch an eyebrow, close to raising my voice. Michelle needs to have her ears checked since she repeats everything I say. “That’s what I just

am I supposed

hello?” I shake my head. This woman

“Just that?”

you love me and shit-how am I supposed to know? Tell them I’m funny and nice and that we do pottery together; whatever

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