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

“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

humor are dangerous. I’m eating from his hands, but I know I can’t get used to it because he might pounce on me like

home that football victory, is suspiciously flirtatious. He persuades and cajoles. He could probably charm a manager-seeking Karen

the food and don’t overthink,”

do…” I say in a low tone. “Will

and Maddox and I talk about on-the-surface stuff. We don’t go too deep. He asks me weird stuff, like

my dessert, Maddox throws a question that makes

world seems to slow down, and it feels

to talk with. “They picked alcohol over their

fine with

this guy just ask whatever he wants and expect people to

Probably.

the king of unfiltered questions

solution, and I’m tired of them asking me for money even though I’m a poor college student. I have a

you

to give Maddox a chance to get to know me,

didn’t suit me, so I’m searching for a new one, “I blush when I catch myself sounding like a beggar. “Anyway, let’s t-talk

Your parents. Did they mistreat you

Mistreat me?

but my real fear comes from when Thomas raped me.

wake

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

if we are on the same team or as if we are friends. It’s endearing, but the big guy doesn’t look

His nostrils flare. “What?”

bite back a smile.

“Yes?” He drawls.

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

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

not as cold as usual. “You’re weird and silent, but I have a

smile. “You think

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