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.

you afraid of

“No.” I’m lying

already in over my head. He disarmed me when he kissed

hands, but I know I can’t get used to it because he might pounce on me like a cat at any

football victory, is suspiciously flirtatious. He persuades and cajoles. He could probably charm a manager-seeking Karen at the supermarket into admitting she was in

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

in a

asks me weird stuff, like my favorite color

Maddox throws a question that

contact with your parents at all?” The world seems to slow down, and it feels like someone

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

fine

whatever he wants and expect people

Probably.

is the king of unfiltered questions

and I’m tired 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 two other

do you pay for

don’t like the questions, but… I’m trying to give Maddox a chance to get to know me, Call me

new one, “I blush when I catch myself sounding like a

understand you better now. Your parents. Did they mistreat you or something? Is

Mistreat me?

fear comes from when Thomas raped me.

I wake up

eyes stare out into the distance. “Yeah, that’s

we are on the same team or as if we are friends.

His nostrils flare. “What?”

shyly bite back a smile. “It’s

“Yes?” He drawls.

if you hate it. Now you’re wearing a frown and

I said changes the demeanor on Maddox’s face. The flare is gone,

not

“You think

bet you keep all sort of secrets… Like, what is your favorite