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

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

rare 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 because he might pounce on me like a cat at any

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

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

I say in a low

deep. He asks me weird stuff, like my favorite color and what kind of flower I prefer, we talk

when I dig into my dessert, Maddox throws

to slow down, and

to talk with. “They picked alcohol over their own daughter, and they refuse to

fine

just ask whatever he wants and expect people to give

Probably.

the king of unfiltered questions and

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

do you

grimace 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, Call me silly, but I think we could

had a part-time job, but… The working hours 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 about something

they mistreat

Mistreat me?

me a couple of times, but my real fear comes

I wake up

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

if we are on the same team or as if we are friends. It’s endearing, but

His nostrils flare. “What?”

bite back a smile.

“Yes?” He drawls.

laugh before talking. “I sometimes can’t tell whether you like us hanging out or if you hate it. Now you’re wearing a frown and telling me we need to work on

this, but whatever I said changes the demeanor on Maddox’s face.

hang out with you if you were a bad company,” his eyes rake me up and down, merciless, yet not as cold as usual. “You’re weird and silent, but I have a

“You

all sort of secrets… Like, what is your favorite hobby? And for the love of God, don’t