Pregnant Too Young Daddy Is A Billionaire Jock

Chapter 11

Michelle

I don’t belong at this fancy restaurant, and my only comfort is that Maddox doesn’t fit in either.

Not when he is wearing sweatpants and a hoodie-the only thing he had with him to the game. The rest of his stuff is in the back of his car.

I eye his chest, and even though his muscles are hidden behind the fabric and some cheesy slogan from our college, they are still visible. Firm and snug. Maddox is in peak condition. 1

My cheeks turn molten when his eyes catch me looking, and I stare at the floor instead. We finish our drinks in silence. There is no sign of our food, and the atmosphere is thick

Awkward.

Tense.

“They usually aren’t this slow,” Maddox comments. “Maybe they burned our food or something.”

“I bet it would still taste good even if they burnt it. I’ve never eaten at a classy dinner before. The chefs here could probably serve me dog shit, and I would still like it.” Maddox chokes on his drink and laughs tears. “Did prim and proper Michelle just say the word “dog shit” in a sentence?”

Did I?

Oh.

I did.

I shyly smile at him. “I’m not good at handling alcohol.”

He pushes his drink towards me. “If I had known alcohol could unwind you, I would have bought you a drink long ago. Here, have mine too.”

“Are you trying to get me drunk?” “Maybe?” I narrow my eyes at him and blush. “You’re a terrible influence. Please don’t try to inspire me to become an alcoholic.”

“You don‘t have to drink. That’s not why I brought you here.” “You don’t want me to drink?”

Warm blue eyes move over me. “No. I want you to eat with me.”

I go still and let my eyes roam his face. Maddox tilts his head as if trying to read whatever is in my expression. Whatever he sees has his features warming up around the edges.

fills his gaze. “Are you afraid of

“No.” I’m lying

over my head. He disarmed me when he kissed me, and now I’m sitting here like

moments of showing me gentleness and sly humor are dangerous. I’m eating from his hands, but I know I can’t get used to it

that football victory, is suspiciously flirtatious. He persuades and cajoles. He could probably charm a

know he will turn back into his angry self tomorrow. This is an illusion; therefore, I can’t allow myself to let my guard down. “Then just enjoy the food and don’t overthink,” Maddox says and shrugs a massive shoulder. Ah, there it is. The I-don’t-give-a-fuck expression is back on his face. I can

do…” I say in

talk about on-the-surface stuff. We don’t go too deep. He asks me weird stuff, like my favorite color and what kind of flower I prefer, we talk about music,

dessert, Maddox

seems to slow

I’m not sure if I can trust Maddox, but I don’t have any other friends to talk with. “They picked alcohol over their

fine with

ask whatever he wants and expect people to give

Probably.

is the king of unfiltered questions and

of them asking me for money even though I’m a poor college student. I have a scholarship, and rent is cheap since I live with

you

and squirm in my seat. I don’t like the questions, but… I’m trying to give Maddox a chance to get to know me,

I’m searching for a new one, “I blush when I catch myself sounding

understand you better now. Your parents. Did they mistreat you or something? Is that why you’re

Mistreat me?

real fear comes from when Thomas raped me.

wake up

into the distance. “Yeah, that’s probably why I’m so

the same team or as if we are friends. It’s endearing, but the big guy doesn’t look amused when he catches me laughing and smiling

His nostrils flare. “What?”

bite back a smile.

“Yes?” He drawls.

if you hate it.

but whatever I said changes the demeanor on Maddox’s face. The flare

and down, merciless, yet not as cold as usual. “You’re weird and

“You think

is your favorite hobby? And for the love of God, don’t