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

in over my head. He disarmed me when

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

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

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 finally slump my

say in

don’t go too deep. He asks me weird stuff, like my favorite color and what

into my dessert, Maddox throws a

at all?” The world seems to slow down, and it feels like someone has placed a heavy weight over my

to talk with. “They picked alcohol over their own daughter, and they refuse to get help. So I decided

you’re fine

does this guy just ask whatever he wants and expect people to

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.

do you pay for

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

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

parents. Did they mistreat you or

Mistreat me?

I suppose my dad hit me a couple of times, but my real fear comes from when Thomas raped me. I couldn’t do anything, and I still

wake

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

said “we” 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

His nostrils flare. “What?”

I shyly bite back a

“Yes?” He drawls.

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

changes the demeanor on Maddox’s face. The flare

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

smile. “You think

sort of secrets… Like, what is