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.

his gaze. “Are you afraid of

“No.” I’m lying

and I are supposed to be like snow and salt. But I’m already in over my head. He disarmed me when he kissed me, and now I’m sitting here like a toothless

sly humor are dangerous. I’m eating from his hands, but I know I

He could probably charm a

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

in a low tone.

deep. He asks me weird stuff, like my favorite color and

I dig into my dessert, Maddox

your parents at all?” The world seems to slow down, and

if I can trust Maddox, but I don’t have any other friends to talk with. “They picked alcohol over their own daughter, and they refuse to get help. So I decided to cut them

you’re fine

he wants

Probably.

of

I’m a poor college student. I have a scholarship, and rent is cheap since I live

do you

the questions, but… I’m trying to give Maddox a chance to get to know me, Call me

had a part-time job, but… The working hours didn’t suit me, so I’m searching for a new one,

mistreat you or something? Is that why you’re so timid and

Mistreat me?

real fear comes from when Thomas raped

I wake

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

as if we are on 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 at

His nostrils flare. “What?”

back a smile. “It’s just

“Yes?” He drawls.

hanging out or if you hate it. Now you’re wearing a frown and telling me we need to work on my

I’m going with this, but whatever I said changes the demeanor on Maddox’s face. The flare is gone, and he

out with you if you were a bad company,” his eyes rake me up and down, merciless, yet not as cold as

smile. “You think

what is your favorite hobby? And for the love of God,